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muiitoloko · 2 days

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Hi I love your Eli fics so much!! Such an underrated character!!

Anywho, if you’re okay with requests I was wondering if you’d be okay writing something where the reader is attracted to his intellect- like listens to him talk about his research and his theories, that being the main attraction towards him. Maybe it could include Eli being like ???? because nobody’s ever showed interest in his research in that level whilst sleeping with him.

Have a good day :)

Title: Smart girl

Summary: He's confused that you appreciate his work, but he also appreciates your intelligence.

Pairing: Eli Michaelson × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, dirty language.

Author's Notes: Hey there! Thanks a bunch for the Eli love! Totally agree, he's definitely a gem of a character! 😊 And hey, your request sounds like a fascinating angle to explore! It's like, who wouldn't be swooning over Eli's intellect, right? I can totally imagine his surprise when someone not only appreciates but actually gets excited about his research and theories. Thanks for the inspiration, and have an awesome day too! 🌟

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As Eli sat next to you at the bar, his sharp gaze lingering on you like a predator assessing its prey, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation coursing through his veins. You were a beautiful woman, drinking alone at the bar, and Eli knew that he couldn't let this opportunity slip through his fingers.

With his usual charm and confidence, Eli approached you, his demeanor casual yet calculated as he sought to make his move. But to his surprise, you greeted him with an eagerness that caught him off guard, shaking his hand eagerly and expressing your admiration for his research and theories.

Eli blinked in confusion and surprise, his arrogance momentarily faltering in the face of your genuine interest in his work. It wasn't often that he encountered someone, especially a woman, who was genuinely fascinated by his intellect and accomplishments. And yet, here you were, hanging on his every word with a hunger that ignited something primal within him.

"Uh, thank you," Eli replied, his voice betraying his confusion as he struggled to process your unexpected admiration. "I must admit, I'm a bit surprised to find someone who appreciates my work in such... earnest."

You chuckled softly, the sound like music to Eli's ears as he found himself drawn to you in a way that he couldn't explain. "Well, Doctor Michaelson," you replied, a playful glint in your eyes as you leaned closer to him. "I've always had a keen interest in chemistry and the sciences. Your research, in particular, has been a source of inspiration for me."

Eli couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at your words, his chest swelling with a sense of validation that he hadn't felt in years. "Well, I must say, it's refreshing to meet someone who can appreciate the finer points of my work," he admitted, a hint of warmth creeping into his usually aloof demeanor.

As the night wore on, Eli found himself engaged in a lively conversation with you. Shit, you were not only beautiful, but intelligent as well, and if there was one thing Eli appreciated, it was intelligence.

But as Eli continued to engage in conversation with you, his arrogance returned with full force, fueled by the knowledge that he had captured your attention and admiration. He watched with a predatory gleam in his eyes as you absorbed his words like a sponge, hanging on his every syllable with a hunger that ignited something primal within him.

The thought of having you in his bed consumed Eli's thoughts, his imagination running wild with fantasies of you spread out before him, begging for his touch. He could already picture you beneath him, writhing with pleasure as he explored every inch of your body with his hands and mouth, leaving you gasping and moaning in ecstasy.

A smirk tugged at the corners of Eli's lips as he imagined the look of desire in your eyes, the way your body would respond to his every touch, your skin flushed with arousal as he took you to heights of pleasure you had never imagined possible. He could practically hear the sounds of your sighs and moans echoing in his ears, driving him to the brink of madness with desire.

But Eli was no fool; he knew that he couldn't rush things, couldn't afford to scare you off with his aggressive advances. No, he would have to play this game carefully, biding his time until the moment was right to make his move.

"So, Doctor Michaelson," you began, your voice laced with curiosity as you leaned closer to him, "tell me more about your latest research. I'm fascinated by your theories on molecular synthesis and its potential applications in the field of medicine."

Eli's eyes lit up with excitement at your interest, his voice taking on a passionate tone as he launched into an animated explanation of his latest breakthroughs. As he spoke, his gaze never wavered from yours, the intensity of his stare sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

As the conversation between you and Eli continued to flow effortlessly, you found yourself drawn to his intellect and charm in a way that you couldn't explain. Despite his arrogance and self-centered demeanor, there was something undeniably captivating about Eli, something that ignited a spark of desire deep within you.

And as he leaned in closer, his baritone voice washing over you like a warm embrace, you couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation coursing through your veins. This was it, the moment you had been waiting for, the chance to finally give in to the primal urges that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.

With a boldness that surprised even yourself, you met Eli's gaze head-on, a playful glint in your eyes as you leaned in closer to him. "You know, Doctor Michaelson," you murmured, your voice low and sultry, "I've always found intelligence to be the most attractive quality in a man."

Eli's eyes widened in surprise at your bold declaration, his hooked nose twitching slightly as he processed your words. But before he could respond, you closed the distance between you, pressing your lips against his in a heated kiss that sent shockwaves of electricity coursing through your veins.

For a moment, the world fell away around you, leaving only the two of you locked in a passionate embrace. Eli's hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer to him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the outline of your lips with a hunger that left you breathless.

You melted into his touch, the scent of his cologne filling your senses as you lost yourself in the heat of the moment. This was everything you had ever wanted, everything you had been secretly craving for so long, and now it was finally happening.

As Eli broke away from the kiss, a smug grin playing on his lips, he murmured to you in his baritone voice, "My apartment is close by. I could show you some... practical experiments, if you're interested."

You smiled to yourself, feeling a surge of excitement coursing through your veins as you nodded in response. Standing up from your seat at the bar, Eli extended his hand to you, his touch sending shivers of anticipation down your spine. With a coy smile, you accepted his hand, allowing him to lead you out of the bar and onto the bustling streets of the city.

As you walked side by side, Eli's hand lingered on the small of your back, dangerously close to your ass, the fabric of your dress providing a tantalizing barrier between his fingertips and your skin. You couldn't help but feel a flush of heat rising to your cheeks at the intimate contact, the anticipation building with each step you took towards Eli's apartment.

But at some point during your walk, Eli seemed too eager to wait any longer, his patience wearing thin as he pulled you towards him and captured your lips in another heated kiss. The world seemed to fade away around you as you lost yourself in the sensation, the passion between you igniting like a wildfire in the darkness of the night.

It was as if Eli couldn't wait to get you to his apartment, couldn't wait to explore every inch of your body with his hands and mouth. And as he deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours in a fierce battle for dominance, you couldn't help but feel a surge of desire coursing through your veins.

With a hunger that bordered on desperation, he pulled you into a nearby alley, pressing you against the cool brick wall with a sense of urgency that left you breathless.

You gasped in surprise at the sudden change in location, but any protest died on your lips as Eli's mouth found yours once again, his lips hungry and demanding as he claimed you with a fervor that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins. You melted into his embrace, your body responding instinctively to his touch as he deepened the kiss with a passion that left you dizzy with desire.

But as Eli released your lips to trail kisses along your neck, his movements slow and deliberate, you couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation building within you. His open-mouthed kisses drew sighs of pleasure from your lips, each touch sending sparks of electricity dancing along your skin as you lost yourself in the heat of the moment.

In that moment, you didn't care about the seedy alley or the prying eyes of passersby. All that mattered was the overwhelming need that burned within you, the need to be touched and claimed by Eli in every way imaginable. And so, with a boldness that surprised even yourself, you begged for him to take you right then and there, to make you his in the most primal sense of the word.

But to your surprise, Eli denied your request, his voice firm but gentle as he pulled away from you with a regretful smile. "No, my dear," he murmured, his baritone voice sending shivers of anticipation down your spine. "A girl as intelligent and beautiful as you deserves so much more than a quick romp in a dirty alley. No, I want to see you spread out on my bed, every inch of your body laid bare before me."

You couldn't help but feel a surge of disappointment at his words, the ache between your legs growing more pronounced with each passing moment. But deep down, you knew that Eli was right, that you deserved more than a hasty encounter in the shadows of the night.

And so, with a reluctant nod, you allowed Eli to lead you out of the alley and back onto the bustling streets of the city, the promise of what was to come fueling the fire of desire that burned within you. You couldn't wait to feel Eli's hands on your body, to experience the pleasure that only he could provide, and as you walked hand in hand towards his apartment, you knew that tonight would be a night to remember.

As you walked hand in hand with Eli towards his apartment, the anticipation building with each step, you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through your veins. The promise of what was to come hung in the air between you, a tantalizing mix of desire and anticipation that left you breathless with anticipation.

When you finally arrived at Eli's apartment, he wasted no time in leading you inside, his demeanor confident and self-assured as he closed the door behind you with a firm click. The air crackled with tension as Eli turned to face you, his gaze dark with desire as he took in your appearance with hungry eyes.

Without a word, Eli crossed the room in quick strides, his movements purposeful as he closed the distance between you, his hands finding their way to your hips with a possessiveness that sent shivers of anticipation down your spine. You gasped as he pulled you into his arms, his touch electric against your skin as he claimed your lips in a heated kiss.

The kiss was fierce and demanding, a silent declaration of Eli's desire and hunger for you. His tongue tangled with yours in a wild dance of passion, exploring every inch of your mouth with a fervor that left you dizzy with desire. You melted into his embrace, your body responding instinctively to his touch as he backed you towards the nearest surface, pressing you against it with a hunger that bordered on desperation.

With a deftness born of years of experience, Eli's hands began to roam over your body, tracing the curves and contours of your form with a reverence that left you breathless. He explored every inch of your skin with his fingertips, leaving a trail of fire in his wake as he stoked the flames of desire that burned within you.

As his hands found their way to the hem of your dress, Eli paused for a moment, his gaze locking with yours in silent question. With a nod of encouragement, you granted him permission to continue, your heart racing with excitement as he slowly began to inch the fabric upwards, revealing the bare expanse of your skin inch by inch.

With each passing moment, the anticipation grew more pronounced, the ache between your legs becoming almost unbearable as Eli's hands continued their explorations. You could feel the heat of his gaze burning into you, igniting a fire deep within your core as he teased and tantalized you with his touch.

But just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, Eli's lips found their way to your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he trailed open-mouthed kisses along your jawline. You gasped at the sensation, your head spinning with desire as he nipped and sucked at the sensitive flesh, leaving a trail of bruised marks in his wake.

Unable to hold back any longer, you reached for the buttons of Eli's shirt, eager to feel the warmth of his skin against yours. With a growl of approval, Eli helped you to remove his shirt, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath as he revealed the muscular expanse of his torso beneath.

You couldn't help but admire the sight before you, the play of muscle and sinew beneath his skin sending a surge of desire coursing through your veins. Without a word, you pressed your lips to his chest, trailing kisses along his collarbone and down his abdomen as you explored every inch of his body with your hands and mouth.

Eli's breath hitched in his throat as he felt your lips on his skin, his fingers tangling in your hair as he urged you on with a mixture of desperation and desire. With a fierce determination, you continued your explorations, leaving a trail of fire in your wake as you stoked the flames of passion that burned between you.

And as the heat of the moment threatened to consume you both, Eli's hands found their way to the waistband of your panties, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins as he teased and tantalized you with his fingers. You moaned into his chest, your body arching against his in silent invitation as you surrendered yourself to the overwhelming tide of desire that threatened to consume you both.

With a sense of urgency born of desperation, Eli guided you towards the bedroom, his lips never leaving yours as he backed you towards the bed with a hunger that left you breathless. And as you tumbled onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs and desire, you knew that tonight would be a night to remember, a night filled with passion and pleasure beyond your wildest dreams.

As Eli helped you take off your high heels, his movements were deliberate and confident, his touch sending shivers of anticipation down your spine. You watched as he sat on the edge of the bed, his hooked nose giving him an air of authority as he removed his own shoes with a swift motion, tossing them aside without a second thought.

Meanwhile, you fumbled with the clasp of your bra, feeling the weight of Eli's gaze burning into you as you struggled to free yourself from the confines of the garment. Sensing your hesitation, Eli moved closer, his thick, rough fingers caressing your spine in a way that made your breath catch in your throat.

With a silent understanding, you turned your back to him, allowing Eli to take matters into his own hands. You felt a surge of excitement as his fingers worked deftly at the clasp of your bra, his touch sending sparks of electricity dancing along your skin as he brushed his lips against your shoulder in a tender kiss.

As the fabric of your bra fell away, revealing your chest to the cool air of the room, you felt a rush of heat pooling between your legs, your nipples hardening in response to Eli's touch. With a low groan of approval, Eli covered your breasts with his large hands, his touch possessive and demanding as he played with your nipples in a way that made you moan with pleasure.

You watched with lust-clouded eyes as Eli's hands moved over your body, his touch sending waves of ecstasy coursing through your veins as he squeezed your breasts almost painfully. But just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, he released you, his gaze dark with desire as he turned you onto your back, positioning you just how he wanted.

With a predatory gleam in his eyes, Eli reached for the belt of his pants, his movements confident and purposeful as he took your hand, wrapping it around the leather strap with a firm grip. Your heart raced with excitement as he bound your wrists together, the sensation of being restrained sending a thrill of anticipation coursing through your veins.

"Say 'red' if you want me to stop," Eli instructed, his voice low and commanding as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin. You nodded in response, but Eli wanted to hear you say it, to hear the words fall from your lips like a whispered prayer.

"Repeat after me," he murmured, his tone laced with authority. "I'll say 'red' when I want everything to stop."

You obeyed without hesitation, your voice barely above a whisper as you repeated the words back to him. And as you looked up at Eli, bound and helpless beneath him, you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through your veins.

Eli smiled at your compliance, his gaze dark with desire as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a heated kiss. "What a good girl you are," he murmured, his voice dripping with approval. "My smart girl knows how to obey."

You squirm at his words, feeling a rush of excitement and anticipation coursing through your veins as Eli's low baritone voice sends shivers down your spine. His commanding presence only adds to the intensity of the moment, heightening your arousal as he continues to play with the waistband of your panties.

Eli's fingers tease and tantalize you, tracing delicate patterns along the fabric as he savors the anticipation of uncovering the beautiful thing hidden underneath. But he doesn't rush, enjoying the way you squirm beneath his touch, desperate for more but at his mercy.

With a predatory gleam in his eyes, Eli keeps your legs open for him, relishing in the power he holds over you. He lowers himself onto your legs, his warm breath sending shivers of pleasure racing up your spine as he leans down to place gentle kisses on the inside of your thighs.

You whimper with need as he inches closer to your center, the fabric of your panties the only barrier between his lips and your dripping arousal. With a devilish smirk, Eli presses his mouth against the damp fabric, his tongue teasing at the fabric as he gives you a kitten lick, making you gasp with pleasure.

Unable to contain yourself any longer, you pulled at the belt around your wrists, your hands awkwardly fumbling to grab onto Eli's hair as you pulled him closer. "Fuck, Eli," you moaned, your voice thick with desire. "Don't tease me like this. I need you, now."

But Eli only chuckled darkly in response, his eyes smoldering with desire as he continued to tease and tantalize you with his mouth. "Patience, my dear," he murmured against your skin, his voice sending shivers of anticipation down your spine. "Good things come to those who wait."

With a growl of frustration, you arched your back, pressing yourself against Eli's mouth in silent plea for more. "Please, Eli," you begged, your voice barely above a whisper. "I need you inside me. I need to feel you."

But instead of relenting, Eli only intensified his ministrations, his tongue dancing against your clit with a fervor that left you breathless. You cried out in ecstasy, the pleasure building to dizzying heights as he worked to drive you wild with desire.

And then, just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, Eli finally relented, his fingers hooking beneath the fabric of your panties as he began to peel them away, revealing the wetness that glistened between your thighs. You gasped at the sensation, your body trembling with need as he exposed you to his hungry gaze.

With a predatory glint in his eyes, Eli wasted no time in discarding your panties, tossing them aside without a second thought. And then, finally, he lowered his head once again, his lips hot against your bare skin as he trailed kisses along your inner thighs.

But this time, there was no fabric to hinder him, no barrier between you and the pleasure that awaited. And as Eli's tongue delved deeper, his mouth closing around your clit in a fierce embrace, you couldn't help but cry out in ecstasy, the pleasure overwhelming your senses as he sent you hurtling towards the edge of oblivion.

"Fuck, Eli," you moaned, your voice raw with desire. "Yes, just like that. Don't stop."

But Eli had no intention of stopping; if anything, he only seemed to grow more determined as he worked to drive you to the brink of madness with desire. And as he continued to feast on you with a hunger that bordered on desperation, you felt the tension building within you, the pleasure threatening to consume you entirely.

With a primal growl, you pulled at the belt around your wrists, your hands grasping for purchase as you sought to anchor yourself in the sea of sensation that threatened to overwhelm you. "Eli," you gasped, your voice barely a whisper. "I'm close. I'm so close."

And then, with a final flick of his tongue, Eli pushed you over the edge, sending you hurtling into the abyss of pleasure with a force that left you breathless. You cried out his name as ecstasy washed over you in a tidal wave of sensation, your body convulsing with the intensity of your release.

But even you lay there, panting and spent, Eli's predatory gaze raked over your naked form, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched you come down from the dizzying heights of pleasure. He relished in the sight of you, sprawled out before him, your chest heaving with each ragged breath as you basked in the afterglow of your orgasm.

But even as you lay there, sated and vulnerable, Eli's hunger only seemed to grow, his desire for you burning like a wildfire in the darkness of the night. With a sense of purposeful intent, he moved closer, his fingers trailing along your skin with a possessiveness that left you breathless.

"You're so beautiful like this," Eli murmured, his voice low and husky as he leaned in closer, his hooked nose brushing against your cheek in a tender caress. "Helpless and at my mercy. It's almost too much to resist."

You shivered at the dark promise in his words, feeling a surge of excitement coursing through your veins as Eli's fingers danced along the curve of your hip. With a deftness born of years of experience, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his pants, slowly inching them downwards to reveal the bulge straining against his underwear.

Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of him, thick and hard beneath the fabric, aching to be released from its confines. With a predatory gleam in his eyes, Eli leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a heated kiss as he teased and tantalized you with his mouth.

But he pulled away with a smirk, his gaze smoldering with desire as he reached for the belt still binding your wrists together. With a swift motion, he released you from your restraints, allowing your hands to fall limply to your sides as he moved to position himself between your legs.

You watched with anticipation as Eli shed his underwear, his erection springing free with a sense of urgency that left you breathless. He hovered over you, his body radiating heat as he pressed himself against your trembling form, the head of his cock brushing against your slick folds in a tantalizing tease.

"You ready for me, sweetheart?" Eli murmured, his voice thick with desire as he positioned himself at your entrance, his eyes locked with yours in silent question.

You nodded eagerly, your heart racing with anticipation as you felt Eli's cock pressing against your slick heat. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he began to sink into you, inch by agonizing inch, stretching you to accommodate his girth.

You moaned at the sensation, your walls clenching around him in a tight embrace as he filled you to the hilt. Eli's eyes rolled back in his head, a low growl escaping his lips as he buried himself deep within your core, claiming you as his in every sense of the word.

And then, with a primal rhythm that echoed the beating of your hearts, Eli began to move, his hips rocking against yours in a steady cadence as he drove himself deeper and deeper into your welcoming warmth. You gasped and moaned with each thrust, your body writhing beneath him as pleasure washed over you in relentless waves.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Eli groaned, his voice thick with desire as he pounded into you with a ferocity that left you dizzy with ecstasy. "So tight and wet for me. You're mine, sweetheart. All mine."

You cried out his name as pleasure consumed you, your nails digging into his back as you surrendered yourself to the overwhelming tide of sensation. Eli's baritone voice filled the room, a symphony of desire and need as he drove you both towards the edge of oblivion.

And then, Eli's movements became more erratic, his thrusts growing harder and faster as he pursued his own release. With a growl, Eli pressed his mouth against your ear, his hot breath sending shivers of anticipation down your spine. "Tell me, my smart girl," he whispered in a husky voice, his baritone rumbling like thunder. "Where do you want me to cum? Inside you? On your tits? Or maybe all over your pretty face?"

You gasped at his words, feeling a surge of excitement coursing through your veins as Eli pressed you to choose quickly. His cock throbbed inside you, the sensation driving you wild with desire as you struggled to form a coherent thought.

"Inside me," you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper. "I want to feel you fill me up."

With a low growl of approval, Eli buried his face in the crook of your neck, his hips slamming against yours with a primal urgency. "Fuck, yes," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "You're gonna take every last drop of me, sweetheart. You're gonna milk me dry."

You moaned at his words, the pleasure building to dizzying heights as Eli's thrusts grew more frantic. Your body tensed with anticipation, the coil of desire tightening with each passing moment as you raced towards the edge of oblivion.

And then, with a guttural roar of ecstasy, Eli finally reached his peak, his cock pulsing inside you as he spilled himself deep within your core. You cried out his name as pleasure consumed you, your walls clenching around him in a tight embrace as you rode out the waves of ecstasy together.

As the intensity of your orgasms slowly began to fade, Eli collapsed against you, his body slick with sweat as he pressed his forehead against yours in a tender gesture of affection. You lay there, breathless and spent, basking in the afterglow of your shared passion as you reveled in the feeling of being completely and utterly satisfied.

With a satisfied smirk, Eli pressed a tender kiss against your lips, his hooked nose brushing against yours in a gesture of intimacy. "You were amazing, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "I knew you were something special from the moment I saw you at the bar."

You smiled at his words, feeling a surge of warmth spreading through your chest as you wrapped your arms around him in a tight embrace. "And you, Eli," you replied, your voice soft and filled with affection. "You're everything I've ever wanted and more."

And as you lay there entwined in each other's arms, the world fell away around you, leaving only the two of you lost in the sweet afterglow of your shared passion. Tonight had been a night to remember, a night filled with pleasure and ecstasy beyond your wildest dreams. And with Eli by your side, you knew that there would be many more nights like this to come.

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muiitoloko · 2 months

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Hey really loving your Alan Rickman characters fics btw!!

I’m not sure if you take requests but could you write how Eli ended up getting with the reader the first time from your fic ‘wrong’ ?

Title: New Pet

Summary: Eli is determined to make you his new pet

Pairing: Eli Michaelson ( Nobel Son) × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Adult reader, teacher-student relationship, seduction, obsession, manipulation and obscenity.

Author's Notes: Thank you for your request! 🥰 And yes, I am accepting requests. I hope this pleases you.

Sequel here

As Eli sat in the lecture hall, his gaze fixated on you, he couldn't help but feel a surge of irritation mingled with desire. You, the student who seemed so disinterested in the class, yet exuded an air of effortless intelligence that drew him in like a moth to a flame.

You sat at the front of the class, seemingly lost in your own world as you glanced out the window, barely paying attention to the Eli's lecture. Your boredom grated on Eli's nerves, challenging his ego in a way he wasn't accustomed to.

But what irritated Eli even more was your impeccable demeanor. Unlike the other women who sought his attention for better grades or simply to bed a "real man," you remained aloof, untouched by his charm and influence. It was a challenge he couldn't resist, a puzzle he was determined to solve.

So as the days passed, Eli's obsession with you grew, fueled by a mixture of frustration and desire. He watched you from afar, studying your every move, trying to decipher the enigma that was you. Despite his best efforts, you remained a mystery, a tantalizing puzzle that refused to be solved.

And again, Eli's frustration boiled over as he watched you once again appear distracted during his lecture. He couldn't contain his anger any longer and decided to single you out.

"Eyes on me, missy!" Eli snapped, his voice dripping with irritation. "What's so fascinating outside that window that you can't even bother to pay attention in my class?"

You turned your gaze towards him, unperturbed by his outburst. "I apologize, Professor Michaelson," you replied calmly. "I was simply lost in thought for a moment."

Eli scoffed, his ego wounded by your nonchalant response. "Lost in thought? More like lost in your own world, completely oblivious to the valuable knowledge I'm imparting here."

He strode over to the whiteboard, pointing to a complex chemistry question written in bold letters. "Since you seem so preoccupied, perhaps you'd like to enlighten us all with the answer to this question."

The rest of the class remained silent, intimidated by Eli's sharp tone. But you remained composed, a hint of amusement dancing in your eyes as you surveyed the question.

You got up, and Eli handed you the whiteboard pen. He sat back on the table while you did the calculations for the Chemistry question. He crossed his arms and watched, not resisting taking a few discreet glances at your ass.

"Alright, let's see what you've got," Eli said, his voice laced with a hint of skepticism.

You began to solve the problem with ease, your hand moving swiftly across the whiteboard as you tackled each step with precision. And as Eli watched you a devious thought crossed his mind. He couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards you, and seeing you stand at the whiteboard, solving equations flawlessly, only fueled his desire further. 'Maybe I should have you answer more questions on the whiteboard,' he thought to himself, his gaze lingering on your figure. 'If that's what your ass looks like, I wouldn't mind having you up there all day.'

As you reached the final step, Eli leaned in slightly, unable to resist the urge to get a closer look at your work. "Not bad," he muttered under his breath, a begrudging admiration in his tone.

You finished the calculation flawlessly, presenting the answer with a confident smile. "There you go, Professor Michaelson," you said, turning to face him. "I hope that meets your expectations."

Suppressing a smirk, Eli instructed you to return to your seat, his tone laced with authority. "Very well done, the answer is correct, but let's not get too ahead of ourselves," he said, his eyes flickering with a hint of mischief. "Back to your table, please."

You obeyed and as you went back to your seat, Josh Parker, one of your classmates, broke into applauded for his correct answer, his admiration evident. You flashed him a grateful smile, appreciating his support as the other students followed suit. However, before the applause could escalate, Eli intervened, cutting it off with a stern look.

"One last thing," Eli addressed the class, his tone commanding. "While Miss [Your Last Name] may have provided a correct answer, let this be a reminder to everyone to pay attention in class. Understanding the material is crucial, even if you manage to solve a problem."

With that, Eli instructed the students to copy down the solution from the whiteboard, and they complied obediently. As the class ended, Josh approached you, offering praise and assistance. "That was amazing!" he exclaimed, his admiration evident. "You're a genius, [Your First Name]."

You chuckled modestly, thanking Josh for his kind words as he offered to carry your books. "You're too kind, Josh," you replied graciously, accepting his offer. "And thanks for the applause earlier. It means a lot."

As the two of you walked out of the classroom together, engaged in friendly banter, you couldn't help but appreciate Josh's genuine kindness. Despite his popularity as a basketball player, he always treated you with respect and kindness, a rare gem in the competitive world of university life

Josh commented that you had your next class together today, and you agreed, acknowledging that your university schedules aligned quite closely, allowing you to attend almost all the classes together. In fact, it was in the literature class that you and Josh first met.

You reminisced about the time when the teacher assigned a paper in pairs, and she randomly chose you and Josh to work together. Initially, Josh, being the typical popular guy, was reluctant to participate, brushing off the assignment with his usual charm. However, you managed to convince him by promising to help him with Chemistry, knowing his struggles with Professor Michaelson's class.

Not that it was difficult to see, of course. Professor Michaelson always made it clear whenever Josh stumbled over a question, often mocking him in front of the whole class. But with your encouragement and assistance, Josh softened up about it, and the two of you became friends. You continued to help him with Chemistry, and with each passing day, he improved in those subjects.

As you and Josh continued your conversation, enjoying each other's company, you were suddenly interrupted by Josh's basketball friends, who grabbed you in a playful manner and greeted Josh with enthusiastic high-fives.

"Hey, Josh! What's up, man?" one of them exclaimed, flashing you a friendly grin. "Who's this lovely lady you're chatting up?"

Josh chuckled, exchanging jokes and banter with his friends as they playfully teased him about being smitten with you. "Guys, come on, give it a rest," Josh protested, feigning exasperation. "She's just a friend, okay?"

But his friends weren't convinced, continuing to tease him relentlessly as they engaged in playful banter. "Oh, come on, Josh! We can see the way you look at her," one of them teased, winking at you. "When are you gonna confess your undying love, huh?"

Josh's cheeks flushed slightly at their teasing, but he shook his head adamantly, denying any romantic interest in you. "I told you guys, she's just a friend," he insisted, trying to change the subject. "Besides, we've got class to attend, remember?"

You watched the exchange with amusement, grateful for Josh's efforts to defend your friendship. But you also sensed a hint of strange in his denial, a flicker of something more beneath his playful facade.

As the teasing continued, Josh jokingly pushed his friends away, eager to end the conversation. "Alright, alright, enough already," he laughed, nudging you with his elbow. "I'll see you guys later. [Your Name] and I have places to be."

You and Josh continued to Math class, the playful banter with his friends fading into the background as you walked together down the hallway. Josh apologized for his friends' teasing, but you waved it off with a smile, assuring him that it was no big deal.

"It's okay, Josh. I know they were just joking around," you said, your voice warm with understanding. "Besides, it's kind of nice to see you have such close friends."

Josh grinned appreciatively, grateful for your easygoing nature. "Thanks, [Your Name]. You're pretty cool about it," he replied, his tone sincere. "And hey, they mean well, even if they can be a bit... enthusiastic sometimes."

As you and Josh entered the Math classroom, you found seats together near the front, settling in comfortably as you waited for the teacher to arrive. The classroom buzzed with conversation as students chatted and exchanged notes, the atmosphere relaxed and familiar.

Josh leaned in closer, his voice low as he spoke to you. "So, [Your Name], do you have any plans for the weekend?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. "Not really, just the usual studying and maybe catching up on some Netflix," you replied casually. "What about you?"

Josh shrugged, his expression thoughtful. "Same here, I guess. Maybe I'll hit the gym or hang out with some friends," he said, his tone casual. "But honestly, I'm kind of looking forward to just chilling out for a bit."

As the teacher entered the classroom, signaling the start of the lesson, you and Josh turned your attention to the front, ready to tackle the day's material together.

Meanwhile, Eli was in his private office, fucking a student against his desk between class breaks. Taking the woman from behind, he closed his eyes, remembering you answering the question on the board, wearing those jeans that hugged you perfectly, your beautiful ass on display. Eli had made up his mind. He was going to have you, oh yes, no matter what he had to do. He was going to have you against this table of his, taste you.

With a primal growl, Eli intensified his thrusts, his mind consumed by thoughts of you. He imagined your soft moans and gasps, your body writhing beneath him as he took you with a hunger born of obsession.

As the woman beneath him cried out in pleasure, Eli's thoughts drifted back to you, his desire fueled by the memory of your intelligence and beauty. He knew he couldn't resist the temptation any longer. He had to have you, to possess you completely.

With a surge of determination, Eli quickened his pace, his movements becoming more urgent as he chased the elusive satisfaction he knew only you could provide. He imagined your body pressed against his, your skin flushed with desire as he claimed you as his own.

As he reached the peak of his pleasure, Eli's mind was filled with visions of you, your name a mantra on his lips as he surrendered to the ecstasy of the moment. He knew that nothing could satisfy him like you could, and he was willing to do whatever it took to make you his.

With a final, shuddering release, Eli collapsed against the desk, his body spent but his desire burning brighter than ever. He knew that his obsession with you would consume him, but he didn't care. All that mattered was the intoxicating allure of your presence, drawing him ever closer to the edge of madness.

As the days passed, Eli's obsession with you only grew stronger, consuming his thoughts and fueling his desire to be near you. He couldn't shake the image of you solving the chemistry problem flawlessly, your intelligence and beauty a potent combination that left him longing for more.

Unable to resist the temptation any longer, Eli concocted a plan to be alone with you, to seduce you and make you his own. He convinced the dean to open a student assistant position, citing the need for extra help in his classes. It was a lie, of course, but Eli didn't care. All that mattered was having you within his reach.

With the position approved, Eli announced the opportunity to the class, extolling the advantages and requirements of the role. He made sure to emphasize the perks of working closely with him, his voice dripping with charm and persuasion.

"As my student assistant, you'll have the opportunity to gain valuable experience and insight into the world of academia," Eli declared, his eyes flickering with excitement. "Not to mention the chance to work closely with me, learning from of one the best in the field, the winner of the prestigious Nobel Prize."

He listed off the requirements for the position, making it clear that only the most dedicated and capable students would be considered. But deep down, Eli knew that there was only one candidate he truly desired.

"Aspiring candidates can sign up at the end of class," Eli announced, his heart racing with anticipation. "I look forward to working with one of you lucky individuals."

As the end of the class approached, Eli couldn't contain his excitement, his gaze fixed on you as you packed your things. He pretended to be engrossed in some paperwork, but his attention was solely focused on you.

Eli's other conquests, his "pets" as he liked to call them mentally, signed up, eager to spend more time with him, but they weren't what Eli wanted, he waited impatiently while you packed your things in your bag. Josh, as always, waited for you, asking if you were going to sign up as a student assistant.

"Hey, [Your Name], you gonna sign up for Eli's assistant position?" Josh inquired, his tone hopeful as he leaned against the desk next to yours.

You paused, considering his question carefully. "I'm not sure, Josh," you replied honestly, a hint of uncertainty in your voice. "I already have a lot on my plate with my other classes and extracurricular activities."

Josh nodded understandingly, his expression sympathetic. "Yeah, I get that," he said, his tone supportive. "But hey, if I were even half as smart as you in Chemistry, I'd jump at the chance. Think about it, you'd get to work closely with a Nobel Prize winner: Eli Michaelson, as we are reminded every fucking day, in every minute of this fucking class! It'd look great on your resume."

Despite yourself, you couldn't help but laugh at Josh's dramatic proclamation, the tension of the moment easing slightly. "Thanks, Josh," you said, a smile playing on your lips. "I'll definitely think about it."

As you glanced around the room, you noticed several students eagerly signing their names on the registration paper for the assistant position. They chatted excitedly amongst themselves, eager to impress Eli and secure their spot as his assistant.

Meanwhile, Eli tried to act indifferent, pretending to be engrossed in some paperwork as he waited for you to sign up. He knew that he had opened this position just for you, and it would suck if you didn't sign up.

You bit your lip thoughtfully as you walked down with Josh from the auditorium. His words echoed in your mind, and despite your initial reluctance, you couldn't shake the idea of working closely with Eli. After all, it would be an invaluable opportunity to gain insight into the world of academia and enhance your resume.

"Hey, Josh," you began, your voice hesitant as you glanced at him. "You know what? You're right. I think I will sign up for assistant position."

Josh's eyes lit up with excitement, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Really? That's awesome, [Your Name]!" he exclaimed, clapping you on the back. "I knew you'd come around. Trust me, you won't regret it."

As you and Josh made your way back to the front of the class, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease gnawing at the back of your mind. Something about Eli's demeanor had always rubbed you the wrong way, his arrogance and ego grating on your nerves.

But as you watched the other students eagerly sign their names on the registration paper, their excitement palpable, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. If they were willing to overlook Eli's flaws for the chance to work closely with him, then maybe you should too.

With a sigh, you waited for everyone to finish and sign their name too, your heart pounding in your chest as you approached the registration paper. You glanced over at Eli, who watched you with a predatory gleam in his eyes, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk.

As you picked up the pen, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were selling your soul, but the allure of the opportunity was too strong to resist. With a shaky hand, you wrote down your name on the list, sealing your fate with Michaelson.

Eli's smirk widened into a grin as he watched you sign up, his satisfaction evident. He had always known that you were the one he wanted, and now, you had willingly placed yourself in his grasp.

As you finished writing your name, Eli's thoughts turned to Josh, who had convinced you to sign up, as he could hear. Despite his initial disdain for Parker, Eli couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards him. After all, Josh had unwittingly played right into Eli's hands, giving him exactly what he wanted.

'Thanks, Parker,' Eli thought to himself, a chuckle escaping his lips as he traced your name on the list. 'You just gave me what I want.'

With a sense of triumph, Eli picked up the sign-up list, his mind already racing with plans for the future. Maybe he would improve Parker's grade one of these days, as a token of his appreciation. After all, it was the least he could do for someone who had unwittingly helped him achieve his goals. Eli chuckles to himself as he walked away.

He waited for two days, relishing in the anticipation of revealing his chosen assistant. He made a show of carefully considering each candidate, pretending to weigh their merits and qualifications. But in reality, his decision had been made long before, the moment you signed your name on the registration paper.

Finally, the day arrived for Eli to announce his assistant. He stood at the front of the class, his gaze sweeping over the eager faces of his students. With a flourish, he revealed your name as the chosen one, his voice filled with pride and satisfaction.

"And the lucky individual who will be working closely with me as my assistant is..." Eli paused for dramatic effect, savoring the moment before uttering your name. "Miss [Your Last Name]!"

A few people applauded, congratulating you on your selection as Eli's assistant. You nodded and smiled at your colleagues, although you were happy with the achievement, you still felt deep down that signing up was a mistake, but you ruled it out, maybe Michaelson wasn't so bad.

As the excitement died down, Eli addressed you directly, his tone warm and inviting. "Congratulations, Miss [Your Last Name]. I'm confident that you'll excel in your new role as my assistant," he said, his voice oozing with charm.

He asked you to stay after class to discuss the details of your new position, his eyes lingering on you with a mixture of admiration and desire. You agreed, eager to learn more about your responsibilities and what was expected of you.

And the for weeks, you found yourself spending countless hours in Eli's office, assisting him with various tasks and projects. You helped him correct papers, activities, and tests, and worked closely with him to develop lesson plans. Every Monday to Wednesday, after all the classes, you would join him in his office, sometimes staying up late into the night to finish your work.

Despite the long hours and demanding workload, you enjoyed your time with Eli, his intellect and passion for his work were infectious. You began to admire his dedication to his students and his commitment to excellence, beginning to see that, although he didn't show it, he truly cared about whether or not his students were learning the material, and because of that you couldn't help but feel proud that You were chosen as his assistant, even though he's still an arrogant bastard.

But as the weeks passed, Eli's subtle attempts at seduction became more apparent. He would linger too long with a touch, stand too close when speaking to you, and shower you with praise and compliments. He tried to get you to open up to him, to let your guard down and see him as more than just a Professor and colleague.

However, despite his best efforts, you remained resolute in your boundaries. You appreciated his guidance and support, but you were not willing to compromise your principles for his desires. As attractive as he was, with those big, sturdy hands, that you may or may not have imagined what it would be like to have them touch you, caress you, trace patterns on your skin.... you pushed those thoughts away as you once again corrected the tests with Eli, late at night, in his office, trying to focus on the task at hand But a shiver ran down your spine when Eli whispered in your ear that you had corrected a wrong test.

"E-excuse me?" You stammered, your heart racing as Eli's body brushed against yours.

Eli smiled to himself, his voice low and enticing. "You marked question seven as incorrect, but the student in question answered correctly, the compound is actually Benzene."

You tried not to stutter as you realized your mistake, Eli's presence overwhelming you. His proximity, combined with the scent of his cologne, made it difficult to focus.

"I-I'm sorry," you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

But before you could continue, Eli interrupted with a kiss on your neck, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. You tensed up, goosebumps rising on your skin as his lips grazed your sensitive flesh.

"Wh-what are you doing?" You gasped, you stood up and turned to him, shocked by his boldness.

But Eli silenced you with another kiss, this time capturing your lips in a heated embrace. Your initial instinct was to resist, to push him away and maintain your professionalism. But as his lips moved against yours with a passion you couldn't deny, you found yourself kissing him back, surrendering to the undeniable chemistry between you.

His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. All rational thought flew out the window as you lost yourself in the moment, the boundaries between mentor and mentee blurred by desire.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and flushed, Eli's gaze bore into yours with intensity. "I couldn't resist any longer," he confessed, his voice husky with desire. "I've wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you."

You searched his eyes for any sign of regret or hesitation, but all you found was a hunger mirrored in your own. Despite the moral implications and the potential consequences, you couldn't deny the undeniable pull you felt towards Michaelson.

And as Eli's hand trailed down your thigh, sending shivers down your spine, you tried to resist, telling him that it was wrong. "Doctor, this is... this is not right," you protested, your voice trembling with uncertainty.

But Eli brushed off your concerns with a dismissive smirk. "Darling, you're of legal age, and I'm a free man now," he retorted, his tone dripping with arrogance. "And besides, what's a little fun between consenting adults?"

Your heart sank as he mentioned his divorce, you read the news, of his wife and son fleeing with million dollars of his, and you realizing that his marital status was no longer a barrier in that you could use. Panic surged through you as you struggled to find another excuse, but before you could protest further, Eli pinned you against his desk, his hand sliding up your thigh.

You gasped as his touch sent electricity coursing through your veins, the heat between you intensifying with each passing moment. "Please..." you pleaded, your voice barely above a whisper.

But Eli silenced you with another searing kiss, his lips trailing down your neck as he whispered seductively in your ear. "I want you, darling. And I know you want me too," he murmured, his voice like velvet against your skin. "Let go of your inhibitions and give in to desire. It'll be worth it, I promise."

You hesitated, torn between the thrill of temptation and the fear of consequences. But as Eli's lips claimed yours once more, all rational thought melted away, replaced by a primal hunger for the man before you.

You surrendered to him completely, your hands clutching his shirt as he ravished you with his kisses. "Eli..." you gasped, your voice filled with need and desire.

But Eli silenced you with another kiss, his hands exploring every inch of your body with a hunger that matched your own. In that moment of heated passion, you abandoned all pretense of resistance, giving in to the intoxicating allure of forbidden desire.

As the lines between mentor and mentee blurred, you embraced the carnal pleasure that Eli offered, knowing full well the risks and consequences that awaited. But in that fleeting moment of ecstasy, all that mattered was the raw, primal connection between two souls consumed by desire.

As Eli put his hands under your skirt and grabbed the waistband of your panties, you allowed it, continuing to kiss him while Eli discarded your panties around. You felt a thrill shoot through you as his touch ignited a fire within, your desire mounting with each passing moment.

Breaking the kiss, Eli's voice was husky with desire as he whispered, "I want to taste you, darling." Without waiting for a response, he unceremoniously dropped to his knees while you were sitting on his desk with your legs spread.

You watched with bated breath as Eli kissed his way up your legs, his movements deliberate and tantalizing. With your skirt pulled up higher, you exposed yourself to him, feeling a rush of excitement at his hungry gaze.

Eli's words washed over you like a wave of desire as he admired your beauty, his voice low and filled with admiration. "You're more beautiful than I imagined," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "So sweet and delicious... I've been dreaming of this moment for so long."

You moaned softly as Eli's lips neared your center, anticipation coursing through you like electricity. His praise fueled your arousal, your body quivering with anticipation as he finally reached his destination.

Feeling his warm breath against your sensitive flesh, you couldn't help but shiver with anticipation. "Eli..." you whispered, your voice trembling with desire.

But Eli needed no further encouragement as he delved into his task with eager enthusiasm. His tongue traced patterns on your skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you with each tantalizing stroke.

You gasped and arched your back, unable to contain the pleasure that consumed you. "Oh god, Eli..." you moaned, your fingers tangling in his hair as he worked his magic.

Eli's touch was electric, his movements expertly calculated to drive you wild with desire. As he explored every inch of your being with his tongue, you surrendered to the ecstasy of the moment, lost in a whirlwind of sensation and pleasure.

You gasped as Eli's thick fingers joined in exploring, and that made you close your legs for a moment around his head, suffocating him as you came in his mouth, grinding your hips against his mouth unconsciously.

When you finished and realized what you did, you quickly opened your legs and apologized to Eli, being embarrassed, but Eli seemed very pleased and arrogant. "Mmm, don't apologize, darling," he purred, his voice husky with desire. "You taste absolutely divine. I wouldn't mind if I died between your legs, suffocating on your sweetness. It's a good way to go."

You blushed furiously at his bold words, feeling a mix of arousal and embarrassment at his brazenness. "E-Eli, I..." you stuttered, struggling to find the right words.

But Eli simply smirked, his confidence unwavering as he reached for his wallet. "No need to be shy, my dear," he said, his tone laced with arrogance. "I liked it and that's what matters."

He took out a condom from his wallet, insisting on using it despite your protests that you were on birth control. "Safer, better safe than sorry," he declared, his voice leaving no room for argument before letting his pants fall around his ankles.

You watched with fascination as Eli unwrapped the condom, his movements deliberate and enticing. His thick member stood proudly before you, leaving you wondering if you would be able to handle it.

Eli seemed to notice your apprehension and reassured you with a smirk. "Don't worry, baby," he said, his voice dripping with confidence. "You might feel a little uncomfortable at first, but with time, you'll be begging for more."

As he positioned himself between your legs, you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement mingled with nervousness. "Eli, I..." you started, your voice trembling with anticipation.

But Eli silenced you with a kiss, his lips capturing yours in a heated embrace. "Trust me, darling," he murmured against your skin, his voice like velvet. "I'll take good care of you."

With that, he entered you slowly, his movements controlled and deliberate. You gasped as he filled you completely, a mixture of pleasure and pain washing over you in waves.

As Eli began to move, his pace steady and unhurried, you surrendered to the sensation, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. With each thrust, he pushed you closer to the edge of pleasure, his touch igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume you whole.

You clung to him desperately, your nails digging into his skin as you rode the wave of passion together. "E-Eli," you moaned, your voice a breathless whisper.

But Eli only smiled, his eyes filled with a hunger that matched your own. "Let go, darling," he urged, his voice a seductive whisper. "Feel everything. Surrender to the pleasure."

And surrender you did, lost in a whirlwind of sensation and desire as Eli claimed you as his own. In that moment of raw, primal passion, there was no room for doubt or hesitation, only the intoxicating allure of forbidden desire.

He too lost himself in the sensation, his face contorting in pleasure. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he moaned, his voice husky with desire. "Even better than I imagined."

You whimpered as he pounded into you harder, the desk shaking beneath you as papers and pens scattered to the floor. You clung to him desperately, your nails digging into his skin as he claimed you as his own.

Eli's eyes fixated on your delicious pussy, his hunger palpable as he drove into you with reckless abandon. "You're mine now, darling," he growled, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "And I'm not letting you go."

He grabbed one of your legs, lifting it and placing it on his desk to get a better angle. With each thrust, he hit deeper, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you with each powerful stroke.

You moaned and whimpered, your body writhing beneath him as he claimed you as his own. "Oh, Eli," you gasped, your voice a breathless whisper.

But Eli only smirked, his movements relentless as he drove you closer to the edge of ecstasy. "That's it, baby," he purred, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Let me hear those sweet moans."

You complied, unable to hold back the sounds of pleasure that escaped your lips with each thrust. "Mmm, oh god," you moaned, your voice a symphony of desire.

Eli's hands roamed your body, exploring every inch of your skin as he worshipped you with his touch. "You like that, don't you, baby?" he teased, his voice laced with arrogance.

You nodded eagerly, unable to form coherent words as pleasure consumed you. "Yes, oh yes," you whimpered, your voice a desperate plea.

Eli grinned triumphantly, his ego swelling with each moan of pleasure you uttered. "Good girl," he praised, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Just wait until I'm finished with you. You'll be begging for more."

With that, he redoubled his efforts, pounding into you with even more fervor as the desk shook beneath you. You clung to him desperately, lost in a whirlwind of sensation and desire as he claimed you as his own.

And as you surrendered to the ecstasy of the moment, you couldn't help but wonder how you had ended up in this situation. But in that moment, all that mattered was the intoxicating allure of forbidden desire and the man who had ignited it within you.

Eli kept his eyes fixed on your delicious pussy, with just a single tuft of soft, neatly trimmed hair above your clit that only captivated Eli even more. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin as he savored the sight before him.

But you reached out, grabbing his shirt and pulling him towards lower so that he was practically lying on you. Your hesitation disappeared as you became more confident, emboldened by the overwhelming desire coursing through your veins.

Eli smirked, his ego swelling with pride at the transformation he had sparked within you. He relished in your newfound boldness, reveling in the way you praised him with dirty talk in his ear, calling him a Professor and acknowledging his skill in the bedroom.

"You fuck so well, Professor," you whispered, your voice husky with desire. "I would have never imagined that an arrogant bastard like you could fuck so damn well."

Eli laughed at your words, his confidence unwavering even in the throes of passion. But he couldn't help but issue a warning, his tone laced with a hint of danger.

"Careful, my dear," he purred, his voice low and enticing. "I may be your Professor, but I have a darker side. And once you've tasted it, there's no going back."

You shivered at his words, a thrill coursing through you at the thought of exploring Eli's darker desires. But you pushed aside your fears, eager to dive deeper into the unknown with the man who had ignited your passion.

As Eli continued to ravish you with his kisses and caresses, you found yourself lost in a whirlwind of ecstasy. The boundaries between mentor and mentee blurred as desire consumed you both, driving you to new heights of pleasure.

"Hmm, oh god," you moaned, your voice a breathless whisper as Eli's touch ignited a fire within you. "Fuck, Eli, yes..."

Eli grinned triumphantly, his ego soaring as he reveled in the sounds of pleasure escaping your lips. He took pleasure in pushing you to the edge of ecstasy, his movements deliberate and calculated to drive you wild with desire and it didn't take long for you to climax.

And as you surrendered to the ecstasy of the moment, you couldn't help but wonder what other forbidden pleasures awaited you in Eli's arms.

As Eli reached his climax, his body tensed with pleasure, and he released a guttural groan of satisfaction. "Oh, [Your Name]!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with ecstasy as he spilled into the condom.

He couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret as he watched his cum fill the condom, wishing he could see it running down your thighs instead. But he quickly pushed aside his desires, reminding himself that it was better to be safe than sorry.

As he remained on top of you for a few moments, catching his breath, he felt your hands on his chest under his shirt, the warmth of your touch sending shivers down his spine. "Who would have thought you were such a naughty little slut," he teased, his voice laced with amusement.

But as he pulled out of you and left you unceremoniously on the table, he noticed a change in your demeanor. The light in your eyes had dimmed, replaced by a look of realization and regret.

Eli watched as you hastily put on your discarded panties, your movements frantic as you tried to distance yourself from what had just happened. His heart sank as he realized the impact of his words, the weight of his actions crashing down on you like a tidal wave.

"Oh my god, what have I done?" you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper as you processed the reality of what had just transpired. "Fucking a Professor like a slut?"

Eli tried to call out to you, to apologize for his callousness and reassure you that everything would be alright. But before he could utter a word, you were gone, slamming the door behind you as you fled from his office.

He ran to the door, his heart racing as he hoped to catch a glimpse of you in the hallway. But to his dismay, all he saw was an empty corridor, devoid of any sign of your presence. "Damn Michaelson!" he cursed aloud, frustration boiling over as he slammed the door shut behind him.

Leaning against the door, Eli banged his head against the hard surface, berating himself for his recklessness. "What the fuck..." he muttered, his voice filled with self-loathing. He knew he had risked everything by giving in to his desires, and now he would have to work twice as hard to make amends.

With a heavy sigh, Eli straightened up and composed himself, steeling his resolve to win you back. He knew he couldn't let you slip through his fingers so easily, not when he had invested so much time and effort into seducing you.

But as he glanced around his office, the reality of his situation sank in. He would have to correct the rest of the tests alone, a tedious and time-consuming task that he had been hoping to avoid. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, frustration bubbling to the surface once again.

Eli sighed as he discarded the condom, he hated correcting tests with a passion, finding it to be a mind-numbingly dull chore. But even as he begrudgingly set to work, he couldn't help but smile arrogantly at the thought of having you exactly where he wanted you.

With each test he corrected, Eli's confidence grew, fueled by the knowledge that he had successfully seduced you once and could do it again. He relished in the power he held over you, the thrill of knowing that you were his to command.

As he worked tirelessly into the night, Eli made a vow to himself. Tomorrow, he would have you again, and this time, he wouldn't let you slip away so easily. Oh yes, you were his new pet now, and he would stop at nothing to make sure you stayed that way.

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