His eyes combed over her over and over again, going from the top of her head to down to her exposed neck to her plentiful chest. They took from there to where her fingers tapped away her laptop before careful fists scribbled little notes. They caressed over to her hips and down legs where she had pulled them back, resting the tip of her shoes on the floor. Normally, he could focus from his desk, the girl before him a light distraction that could be ignored long enough. Though she was attractive, he was a professor of the class and thought she was attractive, he swore to himself to look only once in a while. But today, he couldn't take his eyes off her long enough to think.

She had adorned a pair of heels today that complimented her skin and easily gave her an extra three inches of height. It was picture day after all, so it didn't surprise him she wanted to look nice. Even still, did she have to look to appetizing?

His eyes went over her again. Her hair was straightened, long and a bit bouncy, sliding when she moved in the slightest. She had earbuds in, oblivious to his gaze as she was lost in her little world. Her luscious lips mouthed a few words to whatever song she was listening to, coming to a small laugh before returning to her amused smile. She had thrown on a white button down shirt that looked freshly ironed, holding to her frame, just enough around her chest. To top it off, a tie and cardigan on the school's colors, the cardigan on his side as it hugged her shoulders and arms yet flowed behind her back like the cloak of a goddess.

Those little things alone could have made him hunger but the rest made him starve. Today, of all days, she had worn a skirt. Nothing too revealing, and nothing that ruined her innocent appearance, but enough to tease him to what lie underneath. The skirt matched her tie to detail and as she was sitting, had slid up her leg, just beginning to reveal her thighs which appeared to be of a pleasant plumpness. They were covered by a black pair of stocking that almost made it appear as it there was tanned flesh underneath. To top of the aesthetically pleasing look, she had put on those sexy pair of heels. He stared at those for a while longer, thinking of how much he wanted to go over and rip them off.

He hated how she looked. He hated it with a passion that showed on his face, as his glare pressed on, trying to move those feet with his mind. How dare she wear such an alluring item? Did she not know how they affected him? Was she trying to arouse him? Better yet, the questions he should ask were how long could he stare until he was caught? How long could he remain here, his very body craving the girl before him. Could he calm the arousal in his soul that dared to emerge here?

The bell rang, announcing the next period which this class in particular would be getting photos done. As the door was closed, he sighed heavily, removing his glasses and placing them on the desk before him. He'd have an hour to calm down before the kids returned, before she returned. He leaned back, placing a hand over his eyes. He almost completely regretted it as his imagination took off.

There was no denying it. He wanted her. In his own sick and sadistic way, he wanted her. He didn't want to make love to her, not in the enraged state he was. No. He wanted to punish her for what he was doing to him, even in her absence.

And he wanted to start it with her in a collar. A nice, lovely, deep red collar around her neck, attached to a leash that he held firmly in his hand. He wanted her on her knees before him, that seductive short daring to show off her plump thighs, her shirt barely containing her chest. He imagined she'd look up with him in slight fear and heavy embarrassment. He'd lean down, keeping his repressed anger on his face as he reached an hand out to her. He want to hear her gasp, eyes darting to his fingers as he slowly, gently caressed them over her scalp and through her hair. The feeling of its silky softness soothed him, relaxed a bit of his anger. But not enough for him to stop. When her eyes dared to flutter down a second longer than a blink, relaxing at the stimulating treatment for the both of them, he'd take the opportunity and savor the moment as his fingers roughly intertwined with her hair.

She yelped there, gritting her teeth and staring with wide eyes full of fear and… He saw the beginning of someone who was aroused there and he loved it. It softened him a bit and keeping a grip on her hair, his other hand brought a thumb to caress her lips. He murmured to her.

"I'm going to make you suffer. Nod if you understand."

He waited, loosening his finger enough so she could.. She merely stared at his eyes, searching for anything, remorse, regret, guilt. They weren't there. The man only held a daring anger, a tinge of darkness and [ ] all wrapped up in a bubble of lust. She knew she wasn't to escape unscathed, be in mentally or physically and thus she slowly nodded. He smirked, exhaling a laugh through his nose. He dropped her, let her fall to the floor and watched as she quickly scrambled up to her hands and knees.

At the attempt to rise further than that, he yanked the leash, forcing her back on her knees. She grunted and looked up at him with an anger that began to rear its head. That was the spirit he wanted to see and that was the spirit that he was going to break.