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3rd Person

Only the Professor and his student remained in the room after everyone had left. Kate and Larray were baffled as to why he had called her back, but she informed them that it was most likely because of the question she had answered before and the way she had interrupted his words.

Kate, on the other hand, was not convinced. Why did he only call Dixie when other persons answered questions? Her thoughts drifted, and the idea of them fucking crossed her head, but she quickly dismissed it and exited the room to get to her other classes.

"Come to me right now," he said, and she rushed over to him.

He stroked his fingers across her torso and caressed her shoulders. He knew she hadn't gotten a release because of how sensitive and alert she was to his touch. She was such a good girl for him.

"Good girl," he praised "you obeyed my instructions and didn't touch yourself. Before we go any farther, that was an impressive response earlier."

Her heart did a backflip when he complimented her. He complimented her on how well she answered the question, which she appreciated. He wasn't done talking to her, though. It's never that easy.

"Don't ever interrupt my sentences again, no matter how impressive it was," he said, his voice filled with impact.

Noah circled her, taking particular note of every article of clothes she was wearing, which would shortly be discarded in the corners of the classroom.

He drew her up into his lap and let her straddle him. He basically eye fucked her for the entire time she sat. She was a writhing mess who needed to be touched. He began by licking and biting her neck, leaving deep purple markings all over. She loved it, but how could she enjoy herself if he didn't?

"Get down on your knees now," he ordered.

And she did. Quickly. Her eyes may have erupted as she opened his buckles and zipped down his pants. Was this even healthy for a human to have such a big cock? And more importantly, how would she manage to take it all?

Was she really about to give head in front of a class to her teacher? Despite knowing how severely she could be punished, she knew better than to make him talk twice, but she had other intentions.

Dixie should have known better than to taunt Noah, but she plainly needed a reminder. She stood up and returned to his lap, this time grabbing his fingers and putting them in her mouth. Noah caught on to what was going on and took the executive decision to test her limits. With his free hand, he grasped her throat and pressed his fingers all the way back, causing her to gag. He'd remove that in due time. With his fingers, he was fucking her throat. Though she preferred his cock, she made do with what she had.

"You see, Dixie, I'm well-versed in all of these ruses. So you can't test my boundaries since I don't have any. And that gag reflex? We'll work on removing that in due time."

Work on removing it? Wasn't it he who mentioned something one night? Her mind wandered, and she became excited.

He finally let go of Dixie's neck and pushed her to her knees. Noah had no experience with making love, at least not since previous events. He did, however, know how to fuck, which was exactly what Dixie required.

She began to kitty lick the tip of his shaft and worked her way down the remainder of it. She tried but failed to fit everything in. Noah recognized the struggle but didn't say anything about it at the time. He didn't want her to get distracted or lose focus because she had other classes today. She sucked and sucked and sucked as if her life depended on it. Noah was fully immersed in this moment. Nothing beats getting head in the middle of a classroom. It's both risky and enjoyable.

A knock at the door to the classroom interrupted them.

Was she about to be caught giving her Professor head?

"Stay under, don't move," he said, causing her limbs to go numb. She submitted to him.

The knocking went on until someone opened the door and began calling Noah. She noticed that the individual addressed him as Noah rather than Mr Beck, implying that it was either a coworker or a close friend.

It was the principal who peered through the narrow space at the desk. This surprised her, but he was the principal, thus he had the authority.

"Hello, brother, you have a Zoom conference in 5 minutes."

"What the hell is going on here? Were they related?"

She was irritated as she wondered. It was made worse by the fact that she was fucking or about to fuck her principal's brother.

"Thanks for reminding me," Noah remarked, "but you could've called."

"Yeah, but I wanted to say hi to my older brother."

Noah hated him. He was his younger half-brother. Matthew Williams was constantly competing with Noah and always losing. He was a man to be detested, and he had the potential to ruin Noah's happiness, but not the one he was getting from Dixie today. Nobody was going to ruin it for Noah.

"Excuse me, I have a Zoom meeting and other urgent matters to attend to."

Yeah Noah, like fucking your student.

The principal walked away after they exchanged phony smiles. Noah shook aside the fear that he may cause a problem and returned to his desk. Dixie stood up and began to straighten her clothes. Noah gazed at her, perplexed, as if no one had told her they were finished. He beckoned her as she got her stuff to walk out.

"Come back here right now."

What the hell did he need from her now? He took out his laptop and joined the Zoom meeting, muting and turning off his cameras. The worst that may happen is that they overhear her having the best fuck of her life in a classroom.

"Did someone tell you to leave?"

"But, sir, you've got a mee-"

"Strip," he whispered roughly, "strip."

Her pupils dilated. "What did he just say?," she mentally asked herself and just stood there, staring.

"I said strip," he repeated, "and I don't like to wait, ever."

The real question is whether he was planning to fuck her during a zoom call or if she was going to let him. For a few more minutes, they remained there in silence, Noah's face becoming increasingly irritated by her lack of action.

"Strip."

He was doing this while on a Zoom meeting, she couldn't believe it. Was this man insane, or was he simply pushing her limits? Or even both.

Dixie, on the other hand, did as she was told. She stripped down to her underwear. He locked his gaze on her, examining every angle, curve, and point of perfection. He couldn't wait to handle that asset, which was far more than everyone else's.

He signaled for her to come over with his index and middle fingers. These were the same fingers that were fucking her throat not too long ago.

He slammed those same fingers into her opening without warning. She yelled in agony, but soon suppressed her moans as she remembered he was on the zoom call. He didn't and wouldn't be gentle with her. They didn't have time for introductions or leisurely movements. His fingers touched her g-spot with every movement, making her anxious. She felt as if she was witnessing the birth of heaven on Earth.

"Yes sir, my name is Dr. Noah Beck," he said to the Zoom presenter all while finger fucking his student.

Dixie was astounded; of all her wildest fantasies, and she has a lot of them, this would never have occurred to her to indulge in, but she was having a blast. She was getting close to her climax, but Noah wasn't quite ready to let her go.

"S-s-ir p-please fuck me," she begged and stuttered.

He drew his fingers away from her engrossed gaze and repositioned himself at her entrance. He teased for a long time before ramming inside without warning. She was like a drowning fish gasping for air.

Some would argue that he used her to vent his fury. But either way, she got it good. He fucked her just the way she wanted to be fucked, but what is ecstasy without a little pain? Noah slipped his belt around her neck and tightened it each time he entered her. He made her gasp for her, and the ensuing struggle and pauses added to their enjoyment of the whole thing.

Dixie couldn't decide whether to breathe or cry. What was even stranger was that they were both still in school, in a classroom, and he was in a zoom meeting. Noah quickly let her in and shared the orgasm with her. He needed his release as well, so she took all of his come and swallowed it all, not leaving a single drop behind.

They couldn't say anything since they were both mute. He had just fucked his student. That was a clear limit that should not have been crossed, but it was. The most difficult thing was figuring out how she was going to keep this secret and whether or not it would happen again. He cleaned her up and sent her to class. With a beaming smile on her face, Dixie spent the remainder of the day covered in purple marks. They would certainly be back for more.

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As her phone rang, she asked, "Hello?" It was around 8 p.m., and she hadn't expected to hear from anyone.

"Ms. D'Amelio," he said in a flirtatious tone.

She grinned through the screen when she realized it was Noah on the other end of the line. "Oh hey, is everything okay?" she asked sweetly, although he knew she was anything from innocent.

He said, "Yeah." Noah didn't have a reason to call her, but he just wanted to hear her voice. She was his friend, and while they were just having sex, she was still his friend— a very special friend.

"So, I got my grade. Thank you for giving me an A+."

He chuckled and smiled as he said, "I don't give you those grades very frequently, but I'd say you deserve it."

"This doesn't feel right," she expressed her skepticism.

"What feels wrong?"

"This, as well as anything we are," she expressed, "It feels so horrible," she groaned, "but I really want it." She spoke in hushed tones, Noah hardly hearing her.

"Do you want us to stop?"

"No," she said, her confidence and pride shining through. The question is not whether they want to stop, but if they should. However, no one who is having a good time will ask the right questions. "Do you want us to stop?" she asked.

"Never."

"So, what are you, my boyfriend?" with a chuckle, she asked. This was nothing but playful chatter.

"You're not my girlfriend, and I'm not your boyfriend. There's nothing to it except sex." He fired at her without any warning, which saddened her. Her statement was meant to be amusing, but his response made her stomach turn.

She tried to sound complete by saying, "Yeah, I knew that, I was just joking." Noah was struck by the sound of her swallowing back tears, and it stayed with him for a long time. It wasn't up to them if he couldn't or could build a relationship with her. There was nothing anyone could do to change the universe's plans.

"Dixie," he sighed "I didn't mean-"

"It's okay, I have to study so I'll see you tomorrow in class Dr. Beck," she whispered and hung up.

That phone conversation had a profound impact on both of their brains. It irritated him, but it also allowed her to construct a defense against falling in love. He was only interested in sleeping with her. In class, there was no need for seductive calls or grins. They were just here to fulfill each other's needs and move on.

"Sex or nothing," as stated by the most cruel sadist of them all. Sex or nothing.

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They've had several talks since then, but none by text because it was too dangerous. Those were easily traced and in the event they got caught or anyone was growing suspicious, they didn't need to be further implicated.

Otherwise, She needed to study for her midterm examinations and prepare for the upcoming break. The school year just started and mid terms were already approaching, that couldn't be good but it was sadly the life of a college student.

Dixie had an easy time over the next few weeks. She spent her time either studying at home or with her family. Noah did his hardest to keep all sexual interactions with her to a minimum, but accidents sometimes happen. They became closer and formed a friendship. He'd contact her on his burner phone and they'd speak about school, life, sex, and family for hours. He was afraid of growing closer to her because it would be far more difficult to let go once they formed a link. But he couldn't stop himself.

With midterms coming, Kate, Larray, and Brady, Larray's boyfriend, spent the most of their study break in the library. They put forth a lot of effort, especially for the psych exam. Dr. Beck was unpredictably unpredictable, and Dixie was well aware of this.

"How do you tell the difference between BSDM and paraphilias, Dixie?" Brady was the one who was asking the questions, as he had previously completed psych last year.

"Paraphilias are sexual interests that are atypical; by this definition, certain aspects of BDSM such as extreme sadism or masochism could be considered paraphilias. However, the  currently defines paraphilic disorders as sexual practices that are "atypical" and cause the individual distress or involve non-consenting others. Thus, BDSM alone is not considered a paraphilic disorder."

Wow, she was very knowledgeable on this topic and how ironic for the professor to focus on BDSM and psychology in human deviant behavior.

"Damn girl, you know your stuff," he said, sounding impressed, "Now Kate, Is an interest in kink a mental disorder? and give a reason why?"

Kate answered "No" to the first half of the question, but she struggled with the free response section. Dixie knew the solution but didn't want to brag, so she remained silent.

"I'm giving up," she said in displeasure. Kate wasn't too happy about her brain failing to retain any of the information they've learnt. Dr. Beck's class was far more difficult than it needed to be, and she needed to pass it to keep her scholarship.

"No," Dixie said, "Early psychologists viewed BDSM-related interests as pathological leading many in the kink community to feel intense shame about their desires. However, many researchers and clinicians acknowledge that BDSM can be part of healthy sexual expression. However, if the interests and behaviors involve non-consenting parties or cause the individual distress, they may indicate a mental health disorder. You can aslo note that some kinks are more extreme than others but either is acceptable."

Dixie was on a roll, and everyone was taken aback by her rapid thinking and quick answers. Larray was counting sheep by the time it was his turn to answer a question. Everyone at the table burst out laughing. They went out to have dinner before returning home. Dixie arrived home late. She needed to call someone as she sunk in her bed, lost in thinking.

"Hey Char, what's up?"

Charli. Her favorite girl. Her sister was the epitome of a bestfriend, and it was killing Dixie not to tell Charli. Dixie's previous hookups and relationships were not unknown to Charli, but for some reason Dixie felt more devoted to this one. This was something she cherished. It was good, daring, and, best of all, it lacked labels. It's a well-known fact that labels make everything more difficult.

"I'm good, Dix, and are you all right? You seem like you're in a bad mood."

"I just," she sighed, "He is everything I want and more but he's my teacher. We've already crossed so much boundaries and developed a bond. I hope he thinks about me as much as I think about him. But he also told me it's just for well, sex but I know it's not. It's not love-not yet or ever but everything seems so right but it's so morally wrong."

Charli was speechless. She knew her sister was a risk taker, but she didn't realize she was so risky. Furthermore, seeing Dixie worked up over a man was unusual, so Charli reveled in the moment. She went on to say that despite the risk, she supports her sister. She also advised her to continue taking her birth control tablets and to exercise sexual caution. Charli's concern for Dixie was appreciated. It was also nice not to have to keep it secret any longer. They said their goodbyes and closed the call with "I love you's."

She received a notification out of nowhere. It both surprised and delighted her. She shouldn't have grinned, but she couldn't help herself. If feelings want to form, they will.

TO: Dixie D'amelio

FROM: UNK USER

What are your plans for mid term? Let's go on a trip.

Her eyes gleamed. She recognized who it was and was eager to see where it would lead.