Professor Lucien

What He Wants

Lucien Pov

I’ll be pretending if I say I didn’t know Sofia Carson was going to end up in my office today.

I had been anticipating it, but I never thought it would look this good — this brunette seductress on her knees, tears streaming down her cheeks as she pleaded for forgiveness.

The Titanic — the college football team — had just won three matches in a row and decided to go partying last night. Somehow, I ended up at the party with horny teenagers and drunk ones.

Everything had been going well — if you subtract the constant flirting between teachers and female students. I slipped into the restroom, intending just to be quick — but then I caught voices. Female voices, unmistakable and careless, echoing in the tiled room. They hadn’t bothered to read the sign on the door: Men’s Restroom. The women’s room was just a few steps to the right.

"Tomorrow is Professor Lucien’s test," one voice whispered.

A collective groan followed, heavy with dread. I rolled my eyes, already bracing myself for their usual laziness.

I kept my head down, focusing on my business — but curiosity held me frozen just long enough to listen.

I stayed quiet, pretending to be busy, but the voices pulled me in.

"You mean Professor Grumpy Face," another voice said, followed by soft laughter.

Grumpy Face? I shook my head in disbelief. When would they ever outgrow these silly nicknames? Probably never.

They must have been reapplying their makeup — none had actually used the toilets yet.

"Yeah. I’m so failing..." the first voice admitted, heavy with dread.

Silence. Then, a voice I could recognize even in my dreams — Sofia Carson.

"I can't fail, guys. My grandma’s going to kill me. We had a deal — she lets me party if I don’t fail any assessments." Her panic was desperate.

I knew her voice because I’d noticed her from day one at college — those bouncy brown eyes, the spring-clear amber glint in them, the small face that could make angels jealous. She had two friends whose names I never cared to learn. But Sofia — she pulled me in from the start.

God, I wanted her. Every way possible. Every sinful scenario.

But she was just a fantasy. I couldn’t date a student, and a young girl like her wouldn’t be attracted to an older man like me.

I sat down, waiting for them to finish so I could leave.

“We could plead for an extension,” one of them suggested.

I almost scoffed — it was almost halfway through the semester.

“You know Professor Grumpy Pants would never agree to that,” another chimed in.

“I know,” the first voice sighed, then blurted out, “How about we seduce him...”

My brow twitched. This girl was really something.

“Gross. Why would you even think that, Kiera?” Sofia’s voice came out shaky but full of disgust. I cringed. Was it really that bad? Of course it was.

I was almost sixteen years older than her — nearly as old as her 42-year-old father. Yeah, I’d read her profile.

“Although he is Mr. Grumpy Pants, you shouldn’t deny he’s hot. So hot, like the planet Mercury,” the first girl chirped.

Sofia scoffed. “Can’t believe you think that too, Mia.”

“I’m just being truthful,” Mia winced.

“Whatever. Grandma Tessa would kill me — might send me off to live with either of my parents if I fail,” Sofia complained.

I checked my phone. Twenty minutes had flung by and these girls still weren’t leaving.

“What if we find a way to steal the answer booklet?”

I frowned at the audacity.

“What? No,” Sofia answered immediately. “That’s not happening.”

“Then are you prepared to fail? Or leave with your not-so-welcoming mother or your controlling father?”

I heard her hiss, “But there’s no way we’d be able to steal the answer booklet.”

Was she seriously considering this? I don’t even keep the answer booklet in the office.

“Tomorrow is the staff meeting. It lasts about thirty minutes. We stand a chance — break in, snap a pic, then get out.”

I stayed quiet.

“I don’t know, Mia. What if I get caught? I don’t want to get punished.”

I swear my c**k twitched at her words. Punish her? How delightful that would be — having her bent over my desk with that pretty, tight ass hanging out as I spanked her.

“Then don’t get caught,” Mia scolded.

I smiled as a thought formed in my head. Keep the answer booklet right where she can see it.

It had worked. She came.

I only had to leave the meeting earlier than they had anticipated, using the back door.

"Come here."

Her eyes widen. Right now, she looks like she wants to dissolve into the ground.

I almost feel guilty—but she looks so good. On her knees, eyes on my face.

I could only imagine what those parted lips could do to me.

"Come there?" Her lips part, moistened with her tears and constantly licking them.

She tries to look calm, but it doesn’t come out right.

"What do you want to do to me?" she blurts, looking hesitant. "Just let me go this time and I promise to read my books and pay more attention in your class."

I smirk.

Cute, but—

"What's in it for me?"

She closes her eyes, then cringes. "What do you want, Professor?"

The silence is deafening after her question.

She knows what I want.

I can see it in those pretty eyes of hers—her wanting me to say it only intensifies my lust.

"You really want me to say it, Sofia?"

Her eyes snap to mine—then quickly dart away, visibly cringing.

Something about that makes me feel terrible.

It somehow angers me.

Of course she didn’t find me attractive in any way.

I step close, leaning away from the desk as I push the chair separating us aside.

"You want to know what I want?" I ask.

Months of seeing her in torturous mini skirts and teasing tank tops…

Blood rushes to my lower member.

Her skimpy dress isn’t helping either—clinging to her boobs, making me want to run my c**k through every outline of their perfect shape.

I watch as her eyes become drawn back—humiliation dancing in them—as I stand in front of her, taking her chin in my rough palm.

She shivers.

Every sound intercepted by my brother downstairs makes it hard as steel.

"I want you to take your punishment for breaking into my office to steal those answer booklets."

Her eyes are loathing. But I can’t look away.

I nearly choke as her saliva falls out of her mouth, coats her lips, and drips right into my palm.

Fuck.

"Punish me? How?"

Her eyes hold the most deadpan expression I have ever seen.

"Suck my cock."