"Tremble"
The Student:
She stood in front of the door
the one that should've meant safety,
but her voice behind it
was not asking.
It was commanding.
"Come in."
And I did.
The room was dim,
her window cracked just enough
to let dusk drip in,
like oil on warm skin.
I didn't breathe.
Not because I couldn't.
Because I forgot how.
She sat
legs crossed, arms relaxed,
but the moment our eyes met
I knew I'd made a mistake.
She didn't look at me.
She unwrapped me.
Each blink,
a hand tearing thread from thread.
"You're late."
I wasn't.
But I apologized anyway.
My voice cracked.
She smiled.
My spine bent like the truth
beneath her gaze.
That impossible mix
curious, cruel,
like she was studying
what I looked like just before
I'd beg.
And I would.
Not with words.
With breath.
With my knees,
with the trembling in my hands
as she stood
and walked toward me
not fast,
not slow.
But with the certainty
of someone who already owned
what she was about to touch.
The Teacher:
She wore fear like perfume
soft, clinging to the corners
of her breath.
It made her sweeter.
And I inhaled.
No, not worship.
Possession.
A subtle art.
An orchestration.
I had no need to rush.
Girls like her
they bloom faster
in tension.
So I circled.
She flinched.
And I smiled.
"Sit."
She did.
Back pressed to the desk,
eyes darting like prey
pretending not to want the chase.
But her thighs betrayed her.
Pressed tight,
like her heartbeat
was hiding between them.
I leaned down.
Close enough
for her to taste
what it meant
to lose power
beautifully.
"I see you, you know.
Even when you think I'm not watching."
She shook.
I grazed her cheek with two fingers
and she closed her eyes
like a girl unwrapping herself
in a dream too filthy to survive the sun.
I kissed her.
Tongue first.
Dominant.
Insatiable.
She gasped
so I kissed deeper.
Opened her like a letter
that was never meant to be read aloud.
My hand slid down
inside,
while her legs parted like truth
slow and sinful.
I gave her no room to protest.
Only the luxury of moaning
into my mouth
as I filled her with fingers
and words unspoken.
"You're mine now, aren't you?"
She nodded.
Not once.
But forever.