Chapter 4 Chapter four
Zara
“Fuck this shit!”
I stormed across the busy campus quad at the University of Washington, waving my graded paper like it owed me money. Students gave me weird looks but I didn’t care. That big red “D” on top of my assignment was burning a hole in my hand. I worked my ass off on that paper, stayed up late after fingering myself stupid thinking about the man who just graded it and this is what I get?
Mia and Clara were right beside me, trying to keep up with my angry steps. Mia grabbed my arm. “Zara, chill the fuck out. It’s just one paper.”
“Just one paper?” I snapped, shoving the assignment at them. “Look at this D! You two both got A’s and you literally copied half your shit from my notes in the group chat. This has to be a mistake somewhere. There’s no way my work was that bad.”
Clara nodded, looking at the paper. “Yeah, it does seem off. Kane’s strict but he’s not unfair. Maybe go talk to him in office hours? There might be a mix-up or something.”
Mia smirked. “Or he’s probably just getting back at you for that night at the bar. He’s probably still pissed. Cheap fuck”
“Exactly,” I said, my blood boiling. “That arrogant bastard is punishing me. Fucking asshole thinks he can play with my grades because I hurt his ego.”
We kept walking toward the political science building, my skirt swishing against my thighs with every angry step. My tank top felt too hot under the afternoon sun. By the time we reached the third floor, Mia and Clara stopped at the end of the hallway.
“You got this,” Clara said. “Just don’t yell at him right away. Try to be calm.”
“Yeah, good luck,” Mia added with a little wave. “Text us after.”
I nodded but my heart was pounding. I knocked hard on Professor Kane’s office door.
A deep voice came from inside. “Come in.”
That rich, low sound sent a quick thrill down my spine straight to my pussy. I shook it off fast and pushed the door open.
Professor Darren Kane sat behind his big oak desk, sleeves rolled up showing those strong arms, grey eyes looking up at me. The office smelled like leather and his cologne. A leather chair sat right in front of his desk.
“That’s not right,” I burst out, waving the paper. “This is not fucking right! I worked hard on this and you gave me a D? My friends got A’s and we literally studied together. There has to be some mistake because...”
“Miss Lennox,” he said calmly, leaning back in his chair. His voice was deep. “Sit down.”
“I don’t wanna sit. I want you to explain why the hell...”
“Sit. Down.” His tone got firmer, eyes darkening. “Or you can walk out of my office right now. Your choice.”
My face got hot. My nipples got hard under my top and I felt myself getting wet between my legs. I glared at him but I sat down, crossing my legs tight so my short skirt rode up my thighs.
Kane watched me, a small smirk on his lips. “Good girl. Now talk like a civilized student instead of the spoiled brat who called me names at the bar and told me to go jerk off.”
My cheeks burned. “That was different. I was drunk and mad at my dad. This is my grade. You can’t just tank it because I pissed you off.”
“I can and I did,” he said, folding his arms so his shirt stretched over his chest. “Your paper was shallow. You kept on repeating the readings without real thoughts on Locke’s ideas about consent and property. No depth, you barely tried.”
“That’s bullshit,” I shot back, leaning forward. “I did engage. You’re doing this on purpose because I embarrassed you that night. This is your own little way of dealing with me for calling you an old bastard and saying your dick probably hasn’t seen action in years. Admit it... you’re being a petty asshole.”
His grey eyes got darker, he leaned forward a bit. “Careful with that dirty mouth, Miss Lennox. It’s already got you in trouble. You think this is payback? That I’m punishing the rude twenty-what-year-old who ran her mouth at a man twice her age?” He let his eyes slide down slowly to my thighs where my skirt was riding high, then back to my face. “Maybe I am enjoying it or maybe I’m pushing you because I know you can do better… when you’re not acting like a spoiled little girl who expects everything easy.”
I swallowed hard. The air in the office felt thick and hot. “I’m not spoiled and I’m certainly not a little girl. I’m twenty-one and I deserve a fair grade. I refuse to accept this D.”
“Refuse?” He chuckled low, the sound making me even wetter. “That’s cute. You refuse a lot, don’t you? I know girls like you who think the world owes them a fucking debt. It's about time someone taught you a lesson especially watching that sharp tongue and I'll really love teaching you that 'lesson' your daddy never thought you and making you admit that fighting with me right now has your little pussy all wet and aching under that tiny skirt.” His voice dropped even lower. “I know it turns you on, Zara. Arguing with a man old enough to be your father or what was it you said to me at that bar, his voice dropped low, I should go find some desperate cougar who’ll suck my dick for a compliment right? Well Miss Lennox fancy making you the desperate cougar?”
My thighs squeezed together. Fuck, I was soaked. I opened my mouth but nothing came out at first.
Kane checked his watch, then stood up tall behind the desk. “I have a class in ten minutes. I believe you can see yourself out of my office now, Miss Lennox. Rewrite the paper with real effort this time or keep the D and learn that words have consequences. Especially when you mouth off to a professor who knows exactly how to handle brats like you.”
As I got up on shaky legs, he added one more thing, voice low and full of dark promise.
“Oh, and Zara? Next time you storm in here yelling like a spoiled brat, be ready for what happens when I stop being nice and start teaching you the hard way.”
I walked out of his office, my heart racing and my face flushed. My thighs felt slick as I headed down the hallway.
Professor Kane wasn’t just grading my work.
He was messing with my head… and my body and even though I was pissed, part of me already wanted to fail again just to see what he’d do next.
