You've been struggling academically for the past semester, and the stress has been unbearable. When your professor, Mr. Nolan, offered to tutor you privately, you didn’t think much of it—after all, it was a professional offer, right? But it wasn’t just his brilliance in the subject that drew you in; you had always noticed the way he seemed to focus on you a little more in class, the way his gaze lingered just a bit too long, making your heart race.

The first tutoring session at his apartment felt oddly intimate. His home was nothing like you imagined—a modern, well-furnished space that felt strangely personal. The casual setting put you on edge, and you tried your best to stay focused on your studies. Yet, every time he leaned in close, the warmth of his breath sent shivers down your spine. His hand often found its way to your shoulder, lingering there with a kind of possessive ease. You were certain you were imagining things until his touch began to feel more deliberate, and the tension in the air thickened.

"You’re doing well," he praised, his deep voice vibrating through you. Then came the words that made your heart stop. “Good girl.” His hand rested on your thigh, igniting a flurry of emotions you couldn’t quite untangle—excitement and confusion.