Chapter Eight

She wore it. I couldn't believe she actually wore it. She walked into my office dressed like a maid, little hat and everything. I'd had the costume shipped to my house first thing, paying extra was worth it when I saw the result.

She stood looking at. Her expression was equal parts defiance and anxiety. I was more turned on than I'd been in a very long time but I knew I had to play it carefully.

"Dust my desk," I said, throwing a cloth towards her.

She opened her mouth as if to complain but then closed it again, crossing the space to my chair and setting the cloth down by my computer. As she began, I watched her closely. "Apologise for failing so badly." I watched her face as I said it, wanting to see how she reacted. Would she refuse?

"I'm sorry," she muttered, continuing to dust as I tried not to picture those perfect tits of hers, hidden in the tight black of the dress.

"Say, I'm sorry, Sir."

"I'm sorry, Sir."

"Say sorry for flashing your pussy at me."

"I...I didn't."

"You did. When I rescued that spider, you deliberately opened your legs and showed me."

"I didn't mean to."

"I doubt that. The question is, what are we going to do about it?"

"I...please don't tell anyone."

"I can keep secrets as well as anyone, Donna. But if I'm to keep your secret, what do I get in return?"

"I promise I'll do better. I'll concentrate harder."

I could hardly believe how well this was going. If only she knew how hard I was under the desk. She was about to find out.

"I think you're struggling to focus because you're too busy daydreaming. Would I be right?"

She stood up, nodding slowly, her hands twisting together in front of her.

"What do you daydream about?"

She shrugged. "I don't know."

"I think you do. Tell me. Now!"

She jumped when I raised my voice, blurting out, "You," before clapping her hand to her mouth as if she couldn't believe she'd just said that.

I couldn't resist a little smile but I soon got it under control. "Oh, really?"

She went bright red and looked like she was about to cry.

"And what do you dream about me?"

"Please," she said. "Don't make me say."

"I'm not making you say anything. It's up to you."

"I...I have a crush on you, all right?"

I frowned, keeping my leaping heart from showing on my face. My cock throbbed. "Undo the top button of your dress."

"Excuse me?"

"The dress, it has buttons at the front. Undo the top one."

This was the real test. I'd gone too far to turn back by this point but I could no more have stopped than the sun could fail to rise in the morning. I had to know what she would do.

She did it. With trembling fingers, she reached up and undid the top button, the sides falling away ever so slightly.

"Undo the next two."

I watched, my cock so hard it was almost painful as a hint of her bra came into view.

"Now dust the floor, there." I pointed, staring intensely as she got on her hands and knees, wiping at the floor with her cloth. "Harder!"

As she scrubbed, I had a perfect view down the top of her dress, her tits wobbling in her bra, making me want to bury my face in them. "Stand up," I said, unable to wait any longer.

She obeyed instantly. I stood up, walking around the desk to stand in front of her. "Are you just doing this so I help you pass?" I asked, my voice neutral.

"No," she said with a shake of her head.

This close I could smell her. She smelt good. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because I want to obey you."

"That's the right answer, "I said, reaching around her back, drawing her towards me. I slid the dress from her shoulders, letting it fall to her waist, looking at that perfectly innocent face of hers, those wild eyes, those luscious lips. "Take off your bra," I said coldly.

I knew she'd obey. There was no doubt in my mind. I had swept aside my own doubts. I'd deal with them later. She gulped and looked at me for a silent moment. I waited patiently.

She reached behind her for the clasp, unhooking it and tugging the straps from her shoulders. As the bra slipped loose, she let it fall away, immediately putting her hands over her tits.

"Arms by your side," I snapped.

She did as I said and I looked down at those breasts, so much more beautiful than I'd imagined they could be, the picture was but a pale comparison to such a stunning view. Her chest heaved as she fought to control her breathing.

"Strip," I said, nodding as she looked at me in disbelief. "Do it."

"I'm not sure about this," she muttered. "I don't think I should..."

"Do it!"

She gulped again, her hands already on her dress. Pushing it down, she left her knickers in place and I stepped back so as to better admire her. Once the dress hit the floor, she put her fingers in the waistband of her panties, sliding them down to reveal the most perfect pussy I'd ever seen.

I stood there, arms folded, just staring at her. "On your knees," I said at last.

She sank down, her hands on her knees, looking up at me, her chest still heaving. I took a step towards her, undoing my trousers as I went.

A tiny part of my brain knew this was wrong. It was against all the rules of the place. Anyone could walk in at any moment. I stepped past her, locking the door. At least that took care of that. Walking back, I stood directly in front of her, her eyes staring at the front of my trousers, no doubt seeing the bulge that ached to come out.

I could still turn back. I'd gone beyond the boundaries of acceptable tutor student barriers but I hadn't yet tipped over the edge into professional misconduct. I could pretend it was a joke, a psychology experiment maybe. Or perhaps say it was research into the difference between love and lust, to help her understand for her assignment. I didn't say anything of the sort. Instead I undid the fly of my trousers.