Wet Desires: A Compilation of Short Erotic Stories

Summary: A student resists her hot professor's s****l advances, until she unbelievably finds herself at his mercy. "Sophie Carter, do you know the gravity of what you have done?!!" The Dean, a huge, grumpy man with a sour face and intimidating expression, lashed out at me, his voice reverberating through the walls of his office. I had only seen him from afar, and from the countless rumors circulating campus about him, I hoped I would never get in trouble with him, and experience his wrath firsthand. He was said to be strict and merciless in his doings, not hesitating to expel students whenever they offended him, mostly over small issues. And me talking back at the Almighty Professor Ashton was not a minor issue. Of course, I knew this. "I'm s-sorry," I stuttered with a cracking voice, my eyes staring down at my feet, my head hung low in second-hand embarrassment. I couldn't believe how small the Dean's condemning eyes made me feel. "Of course you should be! You have no idea what an honor it means for our school to have a man like Ashton Monroe lecturing here." His chest heaved with every single word he said. "And God help me, if he decides to turn in his resignation letter just because some disrespectful student wasn't taught how to control their tongue, I will ensure you never step foot in this school or any other school ever again!" My head snapped up to meet his burning red eyes. I fell to my knees immediately, my hands clasped together in a desperate plea. "I'm s-s-sorry sir, p-please forgive me." My voice broke into different unrecognizable tone, my heart drumming loudly against my chest. This wasn't just any ordinary threat; I knew he meant every word. "Now, I expect you to go and apologize to Professor Ashton. Do whatever he tells you. I don't care if he asks you to wipe the entire toilet clean with your tongue. Just do it. Okay?" "Y-yes Sir," "Now get out of my office." He waved me off frantically. I stumbled out of the Dean's office, the weight of his threat pressing down on my shoulders. I felt anger and hate mixing rapidly inside me. Ashton Monroe, that bastard! It would have been pointless telling the Dean that I hadn't insulted Ashton, that I was only trying to shield myself from his unwanted advances—perks of being one of the hottest girls in school, even if the tag had been carved out for me against my will. I just like being on my own, and minding my goddamn business. I headed to Ashton's office. It was located in the most serene part of the school. His car was parked outside, signifying that he was in there. The Deans' words echoed in my head, and I felt the boiling anger and hatred subdue. I was now at Ashton Monroe's mercy anyway. I didn't bother knocking on his door, and just barged into his office. His office was well-furnished and looked intimidatingly expensive. Everything screamed of class and taste, it smelt just like him—a mixture of oud, sandalwood and cardamom. The devil was seated right behind his huge expensive mahogany desk, reclining slightly in his leather chair as if the world—or at least this office—revolves around him. His brows were furrowed concentratedly at his laptop. He didn't even bother to spare me a glance. I didn't like to admit it, but Ashton Monroe was one hell of an attractive man. He had this air of effortless authority. His sharp jawline, lightly dusted with stubble, tensed as he continued working on his laptop, his intense, dark eyes holding an edge of impatience. His first two buttons were undone, revealing his broad chest. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, just enough to reveal strong forearms. Gosh, why was I thinking too much about his looks? Get a hold of yourself Sophie, I scolded my wandering mind. "Sir,…" "What is it?" His voice came out in a gruff, arrogant tone. It unbelievably made a shiver run down my spine and through somewhere else. He suddenly lifted his head to look at me, his eyes narrowing slightly, before shifting back in his seat—one leg crossing over the other in an effortlessly commanding pose. Every of his movements seemed deliberate. He knows he looks good. He knows he intimidates. And judging by the slight, smug smirk playing at the corner of his lips, he enjoys it. I knew exactly what I had to do. Even if it bruised my ego. I was the kind of girl who turned heads without trying. I had long, golden blonde hair that flowed down my back in effortless waves, sharp cheekbones, full pouty lips always glossed to perfection. I had curves in all the right places—an hourglass figure that made every outfit look like it was made for me, and voluptuous breasts that seemed to intentionally bounce whenever I moved—even if it wasn’t. I inherited my entire appearance from my mom. The only gene my dad passed to me was temperament, but even right now, standing before the almighty Professor Ashton Monroe, I felt tamed and very much helpless. I knew a lot of guys on campus wanted to be so badly in my juice, but somehow, I secretly found myself intrigued by the fact that even this rude demigod wanted me too. "When you're done eye f*cking me, you can get out." His deep voice pulled me out of my personal thoughts. I swallowed nervously, hoping that this decision I had just rashly made wouldn't backfire. I turned around, not without noticing the look of surprise that made Ashton's brows crease, and then I reached for the door. Maybe he thought I was actually going to just leave, but then the door made a clicking sound. My hand went under my shirt, and I lifted it over my head, to reveal my red lacy bra. The bra was a little undersized, so it only painfully emphasized my voluptuous breasts. Ashton Monroe had a dazed expression on his face. "I'm here to apologize," I said in a low voice. I just wished he wouldn't keep that stern face at me. I just wished this devil wouldn't blow this over. I watched Ashton's stunned eyes lingering on my full breasts. He leaned against the huge desk, his eyes running over my body, his eyes darkening with interest. That gave my confidence a nice pat on the head.