Chapter 2 Extra Credit 2

• Extra Credit 2
• [MILA]
• I ransacked my wardrobe for an outfit I could wear to carry out my plan. It took me nearly fifteen minutes to find something, and my face literally up as I saw the piece of clothing at the bottom of the wardrobe. I took it out with a smile and set it on the bed. It was a lingerie set I had gotten six months ago just for the fun of it. I bought it because I wanted to feel sexy, but I didn't end up wearing it. It seemed to be coming in handy for my current situation.
• I put on the clothing—a tight see-through black lace bodysuit with a plunging neck line, thigh-high stockings, and a garter belt. I nodded in satisfaction as my reflection stared back at me. I looked so sexy and irresistible, only a man with no pulse would turn me down. I styled my hair, applied makeup, and slid on my black boots. Then I put on a long, fitted beige coat with a belted waist. I smiled when I saw how I looked in the mirror. I was ready to go.
• I walked out of my hostel room, and I made my way to his office. I knocked on the door once when I got there, and I opened the door when I heard him say, “come in.”
• I stood at the door after closing it, and I didn't move any further. My heart raced in my chest and I questioned what I was about to do. Never in my life did I think I would do such a thing because of my grades or any other thing, but I was left with no choice. I had to keep my scholarship by whatever means I could.
• “Good morning, Professor,” I drawled, and he raised his head, his eyes lighting up with curiosity as he gazed at me.
• “Miss Rowe. What are you doing here? I already told you there was nothing I could do to change your grades,” he spoke with a tinge of irritation in his voice.
• “I was hoping to change your mind about that, Professor,” I drawled again as I took a few steps towards his desk, and he raised a brow.
• “And how are you possibly going to do that, Miss Rowe?” he asked as he eyed me up and down before his eyes stopped on my face.
• “Why say it when I can just show you?” I uttered as I undid the belt on my coat. I slid the coat off my body, and it fell, pooling at my feet.
• Professor Reid's grey eyes widened as he saw what I was or wasn't wearing under the coat. His eyes travelled the length of my body, and I could feel his gaze studying every inch of my curves.
• “What... What do you...think you're doing, Miss Rowe?” he asked, stumbling over his own words, and I almost smirked. Good. I clearly had some effect on him. He was a man after all.
• “I'm trying to get your help, Professor,” I said as I bent down to take off my boots. The bodysuit cups were doing a lot of work trying to hold my boobs as I got in that position, and I could feel his eyes on me as I did that.
• “You must be out of your mind if you think you can seduce me to change your grades, Miss Rowe,” he snapped, and I chuckled.
• I stepped out of the boots, and I was now standing barefoot in the middle of his office with practically nothing on. “Well, I guess you could say I am out of my mind, Professor. My entire life is dependent on this scholarship, and I will do anything to hold on to it.”
• “If you had been this desperate to keep your scholarship, you would have prepared harder for the test, and you wouldn't be in this situation,” he said as he looked down at his desk. “Put on your clothes and get out of my office if you don't want me talking to the school about your behaviour, Miss Rowe. That would be even worse for your reputation, and there would be no way for you to keep your scholarship then.”
• “You won't do that, Professor,” I murmured as I walked towards his desk, his eyes followed my every move. “We both know you won't.”
• I knew absolutely nothing. I was worried as he said he would report me to the school. If there is anything I knew about him, it was the fact that he was a man who always kept his word, and he was known to be one of the strictest professors in school. My life would be ruined if he decided to tell them about this, but I couldn't back down now. I had come too far to go back.
• “You should know I'm one to do something when I saw I would. I don't play about my words...” he trailed off when I sat on his desk. “What the heck are you doing?”
• “Listening to you talk, Professor,” I said, leaning forward as I crossed my legs. “You have such a sexy voice. Has anyone ever told you that?”
• His eyes widened in surprise when he saw that my face was merely a few inches away from his, and he leaned backwards. “This is unacceptable, Miss Rowe. Get off my desk.”
• “Not answering my question is the unacceptable thing, Professor. I asked if you've ever been told you have a sexy voice,” I said as I grabbed the armrests on his swivel chair.
• “Erm... No. I've never been told that before. This is my first time,” he stuttered. “Can you leave now? This situation is making me really uncomfortable.”
• I smirked. “Is it because my boobs are in your face, Professor? Is that why you're uncomfortable?”
• “Everything is making me uncomfortable. What you're doing is wrong. You shouldn't be half-naked in my office trying to get me to change your test score. You should just accept what you got and do better next time,” he said as he stared at the wall behind me.
• I rolled my eyes at his words. Was this man really unshakeable, or was I going about this in a wrong way? There was no way I wasn't having any effect on him. “I've heard you say this multiple times, Professor. And I am also going to say this again, I am not accepting that score. I can't have one class end my scholarship.”
• “Just accept it. There's nothing I can do...” he was saying when I cut off his words by dragging him closer to me by the swivel chair, and I slammed my lips onto his.
• His lips were firm, and he didn't open up as I kissed him. I didn't back down, though. I took my hands off the armrests and let them wander. My right hand went up to his head, and the left hand rested on his neck. I tugged at his hair, and he made a sound as I did that. I smirked against his mouth as I realized that I got a reaction out of him, so I pulled his hair harder, and he opened his mouth.
• I took advantage of that and kissed him harder, occasionally tugging at his hair. And finally, he melted into the kiss and started kissing me back. It took me by surprise as he quickly matched my momentum, and it soon became a battle of tongues. I smiled I'm triumph as I saw that my plan was beginning to work.
• I lifted Professor Reid’s hand, which was gripping the armrest, and I placed it on my left boob. He froze as I did that, and he tried to take it off, but I kept it there. After a few seconds, he squeezed it tentatively. Then he squeezed a bit harder, rubbing circles around my nipple through the material of the bodysuit. My nipples hardened immediately, and he pinched it slightly.
• “Don't be shy, Professor. You can't take my boobs out,” I said as I briefly broke off the kiss.
• “We shouldn't be this,” he murmured, avoiding my gaze, and I chuckled. “We should stop now, it's not right...”
• “Why stop now, Professor? We just started,” I said as I freed my boobs from the cups. I held them up with my hands as I gazed at Professor Reid. “We're just getting to the fun part. You can't stop now.”
• “This is not right...” he trailed off, his eyes fixated on my breasts. “We still have a chance to stop.”
• “It doesn't look like you want to stop to me, Professor. I can tell you want to suck my breasts,” I said to him with a smirk, and I could see his ears turn red. “Don't worry. You're free to,” I added, gesturing for him to bring his head closer.
• He shook his head once, but his head inched closer to my chest, and he took a nipple into his mouth. I let out a loud moan as I felt the warmth and wetness of his mouth. Fuck. This was really happening.
• Professor Reid licked my nipples for several minutes, and he alternated between my left and right breasts, making sure not to let either one feel left out. If he wasn't sucking on one nipple, he would play with it with his thumb and index finger. I couldn't believe I was saying this, but I had never been with a man who paid attention to boobs that much before. I felt like I could orgasm from this alone.
• I glanced down at his legs, and I could see the raging hard-on he was sporting in his pants. I reached down to squeeze, and he jolted, taking my nipple out of his mouth with a pop.
• “What are you doing?” he asked as he covered his erection from my view, and I looked at him in confusion.
• “I'm trying to satisfy you. That's a big erection you've got there, Professor,” I responded.
• “You can't do that. Not like this,” he said, and I raised a brow, wondering what he meant by that.
• “What do you mean, Professor Reid?”
• “You can satisfy me, Miss Rowe. But first, we have to lock the door.”