Fatal Seduction

The Hot Untouchable Lecturer VII

“COME in.”

The door opened.

And for a split second, everything stopped.

Zayne didn’t move.

Ms. Lesley didn’t breathe.

Because standing at the door, was Mara.

Her eyes moved instantly between them, sharp and calculating… taking in everything at once. The distance. The tension. The air that still hadn’t settled from what almost happened.

“What’s going on here?” she asked, stepping inside slowly.

Her tone wasn’t loud, but it didn’t need to be.

Zayne straightened, his expression shifting smoothly into something neutral.

“Nothing.”

She looked at him.

Then at Ms. Lesley.

Then back at him again.

“Nothing?” she repeated. “You are in her office… an hour before your tutoring session. And that is nothing?”

Ms. Lesley stepped in before Zayne could answer, her voice calm and controlled, every inch the professional she was supposed to be.

“I asked him to come in early,” she said. “There are concerns about his progress.”

Mara's gaze snapped to her.

“Concerns?” she echoed. “Or special treatment?”

The air shifted again. Sharper this time.

Ms. Lesley didn’t react outwardly, but there was a slight pause before she responded.

“I treat all my students the same.”

Zayne almost smirked at that. Almost. And Mara caught it.

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

“Really?”

She turned fully to him now.

“So this is normal?”

“It’s not that deep,” Zayne replied casually. “She just wanted to talk before the session.”

“Alone?” she pressed.

A beat.

Zayne shrugged lightly.

“It’s her office.”

That didn’t satisfy her, not even close. Her arms folded slowly across her chest as she took a few steps further into the room, her gaze lingering just a second too long on Ms. Lesley.

Studying her, measuring her.

And maybe, feeling threatened.

“I have been noticing things,” she said finally, her voice quieter now, but more dangerous. “The way you look at each other. The way you smile in class.”

Zayne’s expression didn’t change.

“You are imagining things.”

“I don’t imagine things,” she shot back immediately.

A thick and uncomfortable silence fell.

Ms. Lesley stepped forward slightly, reclaiming control of the space.

“If you have concerns,” she said, her tone firm now, “you can address them respectfully. But I will not tolerate accusations in my office.”

That made Mara pause just briefly, because authority still carried weight.

Even now.

She exhaled slowly, uncrossing her arms.

“Fine,” she said. “Then let’s keep it respectful.”

Her eyes flicked back to Zayne.

“Your tutoring session is later, right?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

Another pause.

Then,

“You are coming with me.”

Zayne raised a brow. “Now?”

“Yes. Now.”

There was no room for argument in her tone.

For a second, he didn’t move. His gaze shifted briefly to Ms. Lesley. And in that one look, so much passed between them.

Unfinished tension. Unspoken words. A warning.

Then he looked away.

“Alright,” he said simply.

He picked up his bag, moving toward the door without hesitation this time.

Mara stepped aside just enough to let him pass, then turned back to Ms. Lesley.

Their eyes met. And this time, there was no politeness in it, just quiet understanding, and something close to challenge.

“We will see you later, ma’am,” she said.

The word ma’am felt heavier than it should.

Ms. Lesley gave a small, controlled nod.

“You will.”

Then they were gone.

The door closed, and the silence that followed was louder than anything that had come before.

Ms. Lesley stood still for a long moment, her composure slowly slipping once she was alone again.

Her hand moved to the edge of the desk, gripping it slightly.

“That was close,” she exhaled, “too close.”

She exhaled shakily, finally allowing the weight of it all to settle.

“This has to end,” she whispered to herself.

But even as the words left her lips, they didn’t feel as certain as they should have.

Because now, it wasn’t just temptation, neither was it tension, it was risk. Real, undeniable risk.

And somehow that only made everything more dangerous.

***

It was night, Zayne had fallen asleep already. The sound of running water came from the bathroom and in a few minutes, Mara sauntered out, dabbing at her face with a towel. Her petite body wrapped in another towel.

She turned to the sleeping Zayne on the bed and frowned.

Suddenly, her eyes widened as though she had just gotten an idea. Quickly, she flung the towel away and walked to the bed, crouching down to his groin.

With a smirk on her face, she took out his joystick, long and rigid. She ran her hands over it, caressing. From the pink cap down to the scrotal sacs, rubbing it slowly and carefully.

Zayne didn’t react, he was deep in sleep.

She smiled.

“Watch me wake you up,” and once, she took him in her mouth.

Her tongue glided his c**k, her saliva smeared all over, creating an easy slip movement.

From the cap, her tongue probed, licked, sucked, down to the scrotals.

It didn’t take long before Zayne stirred. She smiled, intensifying the bj.

“Urghh,” he muttered as he opened his eyes, and looked down to see her smiling at him, his c**k in her mouth.

“What? What are you doing?” He asked.

She giggled.

“Exactly what you see me doing,” she replied.

He struggled to sit up.

“Hey, stop stop—”

“What?!” Mara was alarmed.

“I had a very long day today. And all I just want to do is sleep. Okay?”

She frowned.

“But—”

“Shush! I just want to sleep,” he whispered and instantly went back to sleep, covering himself with a duvet this time.

This angered her no end. She scrambled to her feet, her hands fisted.

“Urghhhhhhhh!” She gnashed her teeth.

She abruptly turned to head for the living room when she noticed his phone lying on the dresser lit up. Twice.

She turned back to him, he was fast asleep already. Smiling, she confidently walked to the phone, picked it up and began snooping.

The next thing she saw made her blood boil. It was a text from Ms. Lesley.