The Tenth Rule

Chapter 13.



"Hey…what are you sitting there for?" Asked Bethany astounded and more than a little suspicious when Alice made her way to the row of desks at the front whilst all around the angry scrape and screech of the wooden chairs filled the stone chamber as everyone began to seat themselves.



Normally Bethany and Alice sat second row to the back of the class. The back row was always taken.



"I have to sit at the front desk. That was the last thing Professor Snape said to me when I left detention last night," stated Alice, avoiding Bethany’s curious stare, feeling the heat of embarrassed guilt beginning to flush her face.



Bethany couldn't speak for the moment, the feelings of jealousy twisted bitterly in her chest.



"Why?" She managed at last from a dry and tight throat.



"I've no idea, Bethany; but we're in enough trouble as it is without making things worse."



Bethany was not going to be outdone. She seated herself next to Alice.



"Bethany! What are you doing?" Hissed Alice, surprised at the inexplicable anger that flared within her at Bethany's actions.



"I'm sitting next to you - as I always do," she replied airily, though inwardly shocked and hurt by the venom in Alice's tone. Despite this, she was a picture of confidence, and hoisted her schoolbag onto her knee. Jerking out her textbook, Bethany laid it neatly on the desk, placing her quill, pencils and other assorted items of stationary tidily around it. As she placed her bag back onto the floor, Bethany straightened out her skirt and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, clearing her throat. She interlaced her fingers together on the desk and sat up straight.



"But you…" started Alice, worry surging inside her.



Bethany cut her off with an icy stare.



"But I what?"



Suddenly Professor Snape emerged from the storeroom and immediately the hubbub of mumbled chatter that had filled the room fell silent. Bethany's eyes flashed at Snape as Alice lowered hers demurely. Standing tall and as always, daunting and menacing in his severe black clothes topped by his teachers robe he cast his students a withering glare before he swept with his usual silent, panther-like grace to the podium and stood beside his desk. Once again he looked at them all before him, observing faces filled with nervousness, caution even fear. He looked down and saw Miss Pearson at the front desk as she was instructed but noticed her small shoes were planted firmly together, her skirt over her knees.



The reason why was beside her. The infuriating, irritating Miss Beddows. Her emotional rock.

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Professor Snape suddenly turned his back to the class and began writing rapidly on the blackboard, his mind on the two girls. Should he move Miss Beddows and free Miss Pearson of her obvious self-consciousness? Or leave her there and punish her by extending the torment he was going to inflict on her with her friend beside her?



Alice was unable to judge Professor Snape's mood, as always he was totally enigmatic, his expression as usual, stern with a hint of disdain about the dark eyes and mouth. Her heart thumped wildly, all the more so when he made brief eye contact with her. How could she do as he ordered in a class full of fellow pupils and with her friend beside her? Much as she wanted to she just couldn't, despite what he had said she was terrified someone would see.



Bethany watched Professor Snape, hating him and wanting him with equal measure. What was he up to? What was going on between he and Alice? Something was happening and she wanted some of his attention. Alice seemed to be having it all. She shifted slightly in her seat, and she chewed on her lip distractedly.



Bethany watched him as he wrote quickly across the blackboard, noticing the way his robes draped across his back outlining the breadth of his shoulders, his hair the colour of black ink, his broad hand grasping the chalk tightly as he wrote rapidly across the surface of the board.



Suddenly he turned around and for the first time since he had entered the room addressed the class in his usual, inimitable style; chillingly unfriendly.



"Listed upon the board are seven questions relating to the properties of Silverweed. Unless any of you have bothered to read and memorise from cover to cover your book on, Uses and Misuses of Flora and Fauna in Potion Making, you will find the solutions in chapters 18 and 19. I suggest you read these two chapters thoroughly." He paused momentarily to sweep the entire class with a warning glare. "There will be no excuses for incorrect answers. I expect a minimum of one hundred words for each answer, and not transcribed from the book, but in your own words. Begin."



The collective groan at the task set was not entirely disguised as the required book was pulled from various school bags, satchels and holdalls.



Professor Snape seated himself behind his desk and pulled the essays towards him that had been handed in by the previous class.



"Miss Beddows. I want you to move and sit at the vacant desk near the window. Now. "



Bethany looked up at him in bafflement as he stared down at her with an expression indicating no argument or questions.



Alice said nothing and just stared at her book. She knew only to well why Professor Snape wanted Bethany moved. Her heartbeat thumped so forcefully she was surprised no one could hear it. She felt Bethany's heavy stare upon her, weighed with expectancy, and she almost felt the sting of Bethany's disappointment. What could she do about it, what did Bethany expect? Did she want her to stand up and argue against Snape's orders? The desire felt odd at a time in which the girls' togetherness could not have been tested further.



"Bastard," mumbled Bethany under her breath as she picked up her bag and books and moved slowly and with obvious resentment to the desk he had indicated. Like a spoilt child she flung her bag onto the floor and almost threw herself into her chair tossing the books onto the desktop. No cares about her appearance this time - her legs sprawled underneath the desk, and her fingers were thrust carelessly into her hair as she bent her wrist back and leant her forehead against her palm.



Snape found her display oddly amusing. As aware of her appearance the girl could be, when she let her guard down she displayed a simultaneously appealing and repulsive physicality - appealing for its honesty; repulsive for its conventionality.



"Well?" He asked, his narrowed eyes sweeping the entire class " What are you waiting for?" He questioned cynically to them all.



All heads quickly looked down and the furious rustling of pages filled the stone chamber as chapters eighteen and nineteen were sought.



Bethany was furious. She could not concentrate and felt bitterly jealous. She would get Snape's attention somehow, and she knew the only way to really goad him enough to gain his full attention was through her work. As they were not doing any potions today, she couldn't purposely mess up with that one, so she would purposely make mistakes in her written work, even down to the spelling. That would rile him enough to probably detain her after class, or detention, either way it would be without Alice around, and then possibly, she could incite...something to happen? She closed her mind to the possibility of running the risk of losing valuable house points at the same time. Ravenclaw were equal with Gryffindor at the moment sharing the lead. Anyone to lose house points now so close to the end of term would certainly not be popular at all.



However, at this moment in time she did not care. She wanted Professor Snape's sole attention and she would get it. Now she had a plan in mind, she set to work. She began reading the chapters.



Without Bethany beside her and seated alone at the front of the class Alice felt totally exposed and vulnerable. She felt awkward and uncomfortable and could not bring herself to do as he had instructed. From the periphery of her vision she could see everyone had their heads down and reading the textbook.



"Miss Pearson."



Professor Snape's inquiring voice made her jump.



"Did you not understand the task that was set?"



His voice was even though edged with frosty malice. Alice knew only too well what he was referring to, and it was not the lesson.



"Yes Professor Snape," replied Alice opening her textbook whilst so very slowly and subtly moving her legs apart.



"That is not enough Miss Pearson," stated Snape aware of her slight movement. It was unfortunate that the positioning of his desk and her table did not permit him an uninterrupted view of her; however though he could not actually see what he most desired to, it added to the excitement.



Alice kept her head lowered as her cheeks burned bright red as she moved her legs further apart and pulled quickly and forcefully on the front of her skirt. She felt the material on her legs rise to at least mid-thigh. He would have to be content with that, she decided, she was not going to draw attention to herself by rearranging her skirt! It was bad enough as it was trying to do this as discreetly as possible. She hoped her hair veiled enough of her face so no one noticed the dark blush infusing her cheeks.



"Yes, I do understand the task that is set, Professor Snape," she replied, her feet now hooked behind the two front legs of the chair, opening her fully. It felt peculiar, the chill air of the dungeon classroom on her hot moist centre, not to mention the humiliation of it and the absolute illicit thrill of it all.



Bethany had glanced up at this exchange, almost convinced in her suspicious mind that it had some sort of disguised meaning. Jealousy gnawed at her. She pressed her quill harder against the paper, a blotch of ink seeping through and onto the desk. A part of her wanted something to be happening between Alice and the professor - at least that way, she had a reason for this bitterness towards her friend. As much as she hated to admit that fact, Bethany would much rather cry over her friend winning her teacher's attention over her, rather than cry over seeing Alice's face as she was cold and sharp with her again.



Despite herself, Bethany saw nothing untoward between Alice and Snape. She returned her attention to the book.



Professor Snape looked down at the essay before him, his concentration fixed on his work. He yearyears of self-restraint and when the occasion necessitated it, endless patience, and he drew upon those strict disciplines now.



It was almost half an hour later with ten essays read and mostly scored through with red ink before he gently prised the lid from the small marble box that contained his magically charmed creation. The corner of his mouth tugged to form the barest hint of a sneer at what was revealed. With the spell he had cast, the custom-made optic nerve and tear duct replicating Alice Pearson's own clitoris also revealed her present sexual state, and he could see it glinting, slick and shining from her own lubrication he had taken from her and added with the spell on his creation. The pink sheath looked quite firm and even the tear duct was swollen enough to expose itself from within the sheath. It appeared Miss Pearson was already in a very aroused state indeed.



Professor Snape looked up from the little box to cast a watchful eye across his class. Most were reading, some were even taking notes before starting their written work. Apart from an occasional scrape of a chair, a sneeze or a cough there was complete silence. Miss Beddows seemed entirely absorbed in her book writing copious notes with enthusiasm, whilst Miss Pearson continued to read, presumably having adapted to the humiliation of her exposed position whilst coping with her arousal with discretion, and that, Professor Snape decided, was about to change.



He had been silently gratified to see that Alice Pearson had followed his command and sat herself at the front of the classroom. It indicated as much as anything else that she was readily compliant to his demands. It was unfortunate that Bethany Beddows had initially interrupted his plan, but that had quickly been remedied and he would have her to task for creating that momentary nuisance.



The instant Alice Pearson had seated herself at the front desk he had felt the tightening gather in the base of his abdomen, and his genitals, though not enough to become a physical embarrassment, one of the few advantages of age, though how long it would take before what he was about to do to Alice Pearson affected him he could not know.



He looked down and saw her feet curled around the front legs of the chair, indicating she had spread herself open for him. She had obviously raised her skirt for her knees were now on view, but how far her skirt was raised was impossible to tell, her desk hid the rest of her legs from him, and that which he most desired to see. The frustration knowing she was open to him yet he could not see created a heightened edge to the sexual tension. He could quite easily cast a spell to render the desk invisible to his eyes only, but he resisted the temptation…for now.



Alice, felt very uncomfortable with the position she was seated in and worse, she often felt Professor Snape staring at her. She resisted the urge to look up, but the thought he was looking at her, and wondering what he could actually see, and whether it was exciting him made her feel so aroused she ached. It was with deep mortification she felt her liquid excitement keep trickling from her and was powerless to stop it. She stared at the pages in the book but couldn't seem to concentrate at all, and then suddenly as if things were not bad enough, she felt the lightest caress on the most delicate part of her. It made her jump. Startled, she looked up. It was though someone had actually touched her there but that was impossible. Professor Snape was looking down at his desk, she could see he was writing. Perhaps it was a draft? She looked down at her book once more, wishing this lesson were over.



Professor Snape saw Alice look up suddenly from the peripheral of his vision and fought the urge to smile. It was indeed a cruel and even juvenile prank for want of a better word that he was inflicting upon her, but this had a means to an end. There were more mature ways he could have gone about this without the use of magic that he would have preferred, but… prim little Miss Alice Pearson deserved a little teasing. His left index finger once more lightly stroked the flesh and he saw her glance up yet again and look about herself, her face flushed with embarrassment and complete bafflement before she shifted in her seat awkwardly and looked down once again.



The initial humour quickly passed and Professor Snape began to focus on the experiences. Gently and slowly stroking the flesh rhythmically as if he was actually touching her there, the sensations under his finger and the thought of what he was doing to her and what she was experiencing began to connect powerfully with his groin. Thetle tle piece of flesh darkened in colour and became harder still, so slick and slippery beneath his finger, the little tear duct swollen and fully exposed now, he brushed his trimmed fingernail across its tip and saw Alice jump as she gave a surprised yelp. The whole class fixed their eyes upon her, as she blushed red.



"Is there something the matter Miss Pearson?" Asked Snape disdainfully, his dark eyebrows raised.



"No...no Sir...I...I think it was a touch of cramp," she said hurriedly not knowing what to say or how to explain what was happening to her. It was awful, the sensations were so erotic yet frightening at the same time. The mixture of such extreme feelings was beyond anything she had ever experienced. What was happening to her? It wasn't something her body was doing surely? It couldn't be Peeves but perhaps some other poltergeist was playing some cruel game with her body or…someone in the class and as that thought struck her, she returned her gaze to Professor Snape and knew then, it was he. For an infinitesimal moment he stared back at her, their eyes locking and very slowly and deliberately she felt that touch upon her again. Now that she knew the source her fear was replaced by anger. How dare he use magic on her and put her in this situation. Was there no end to this man's emotional spitefulness? And yet, as she raged inwardly at him so did she delight at his bold daring to openly fondle her most secret part in the classroom full of students.



Bethany narrowed her eyes at her friend. It must have been quite a distraction because she had thrown herself energetically into her work. Beneath the wisp of her fringe, anger glowered in her eyes. She clenched her jaw and squeezed her quill ever tighter.



"Miss Beddows."



Bethany just managed to contain the jump of surprise, instead snapping her head up and looking directly at Snape.



"Yes Sir?"



"You should be concentrating on your work, NOT Miss Pearson’s…cramp."



A snigger rippled through the class, soon silenced by Snape's glare.



"I, um…I'm sorry."



Bethany looked back down at her paper quickly, missing Alice's puzzled stare.



Despite her erotic confusion Alice had looked over her shoulder to visually question Bethany, but only in time to see her return her attention to her work. Alice turned back.



Alice looked down and rested her hot forehead into the palm of her hand as her eyes just stared at the words in the book. The sensations were wonderful yet torturous at the same time. She bit her bottom lip to prevent herself groaning as she felt the deliciously slow, firm and persistent rhythmic massage against her most sensitive and aroused flesh, and the desire to move her hips in rhythm to his strokes was overwhelming. Her whole body was tingling with sensation from this erotic though obscene manipulation of her. Her breasts were swollen and ached to be touched, her nipples full, hard and sensitive to the material of her silk bra. Beneath her palm she felt her forehead was extremely hot to the touch and all she could do was endure and enjoy, in silence.



His wickedness at this act was an added stimulus. Whoever would have thought the broody, stern, coldly remote and strict potions master could be so sexually devious and exciting?



Professor Snape was pleased with Miss Pearson. She was showing remarkable control and whilst registering the fact it was he that was toying with her, she did not make any move or hint at complaint. Alice Pearson had given silent consent to do as he chose to her. There was no longer any room for doubt.



He paused in his playing of her. It would not do to have the sensations over and done with too quickly. Hovering in sexual arousal for an extended period of time was an experience that affected all the senses and created a light-headedness initiated by the prolonged increase in heart rate, temperature and breathing. Formal and proper little Miss Alice Pearson would literally not know whether she was coming or going by the time he had finished with her in this lesson.



Bethany, finally settled, busied herself with her essay. Although once distracted by Alice, Bethany now found herself back in the flow of her work. Her mind was solely consumed with her writing and her memory. When she didn't try so hard to perfect the image of a grade A student, Bethany actually did look quite respectable - her posture was relaxed, her quill scratched speedily across the paper, a ghost of a frown of concentration on her face.



She prided herself that though she had read the two chapters thoroughly, even taking notes, she was answering the set questions with answers that were riddled with the occasional mis-spelt words or numbers. How easily she could make a number four look like a number nine for instance, so though not technically incorrect it depended on how the reader read the number. Her mistakes were subtle and many and to get them that way was quite time consuming. She didn't want to make it that obvious that she had intentionally made the mistakes.



Professor Snape glanced up from the essay before him on the desk, the tip of his left index finger slippery and shiny from Alice's excitement rested lightly on the marble box. He thought it wise to rest her for a moment and himself. His aim was to keep her highly sexually stimulated throughout the entire lesson whilst denying her the ultimate relief. His own pleasure at the ordeal he was putting her through was increasing in intensity, and knew to make it manageable for himself he needed to exercise restraint. Rubbing his thumb slowly over his index finger, relishing the smoothness, he returned his concentration to the essay.



Time slipped away quite quickly. Halfway through the lesson Professor Snape left his desk to take his customary stroll about the classroom, arms folded, his robes swaying as he prowled with his silent grace, unsettling them as he occasionally hovered by certain desks, looking down at their work, rendering them suddenly clumsy from their nervousness by his proximity, by his intimidating close presence, and always, without fail casting wounding remarks.



"Mr Pettifer." Professor Snape paused beside the desk of the student and swept up his written work. Joseph Pettifer sat silent, tense, preferring to stare at his desk than look up at his tormentor.



"I sincerely hope this incomprehensible mess is your notes? The written work you present to me I expect legible." He tossed the book onto the desktop and moved on, stopping occasionally to either make some caustic comment or, just as worse, linger in heavy silence before moving on.



He did not pause beside Alice's desk but she felt the scrape of his heavy robe as he passed by her that made her shiver in delight. She was relieved that for a moment at least he had ceased his intermittent manipulation of her throbbing, over sensitised flesh. He would work her to almost the point of relief before stopping to let her calm a little before starting again. She felt so swollen and shamefully wet, and it had been sheer torment at times to avoid gasping her pleasure. She hadn't done a thing in the lesson at all, other than stare at her book and submit herself to the intense sensual pleasures Professor Snape was subjecting her to.



Bethany glanced up to see Snape make his leisurely circuit about the classroom. For several seconds she felt him pause beside her. She had tried to concentrate, to ignore his presence beside her but couldn't. Her heart thumped wildly and she felt her hand tremor as she tried to continue writing. She breathed deeply tck uck up his unique scent of spices and potions that clung to his clothes, and yet again the memory of that intense moment of sexually abusing herself for him came back to her shaming her yet arousing her at the same time. Was he thinking of that moment as well as he stood so closely beside her? Part of her hoped so - she wanted him to see her as deble.ble. But part of her - and whether it was the minority, she did not know - still felt shame. From his looming height, he literally looked down at her - the metaphor was not lost on Bethany. She glanced out the corner of her eye to see nothing other than the folds of his robes and his tightly buttoned frock coaterinering his groin. Oh how she wished to slip her hand beneath that coat and feel him intimately, to find out if he had indeed a shrivelled little worm or a huge monster as she and Alice had so innocently joked about those few weeks ago in the Lookout. Bethany with typical over-blown teenage self-confidence had always thought of herself as being reasonably sexually precocious, certainly with the boys at Hogwarts, even though she hadn't actually had much experience as such, she hadn'en aen afraid to subtly parade herself, a little too subtle obviously and maybe the reason why she hadn't had too many boyfriends she had often thought dryly; but wit cit came to Professor Snape and her realisation of her attraction to him, she felt no confidence at all to try her flirtatious behaviour on him. The teenage boys of Hogwarts were certainly not in the same league as this experienced and mature man standing beside her, and she really didn't havclueclue what to do.



Returning to his desk, Snape pulled the last essay before him and glanced at the marble box, and the little sheath of dark pink flesh within, still engorged and hard, now plentifully coated in a thick shiny, transparent film, the subtle scent of her he recognised, now quite noticeable, the little tear duct remaining enlarged and fully exposed. He'd been in a state of moderate arousal since the lesson had begun, not enough to be obvious, but now with the scof hof her it connected immediately and powerfully to his member. Whilst he prided himself upon his self-control his toying with her inevitably affected him, and now seeing her so obviously stimulated, the scent of her, his body reacted predictably. From enjoying the pleasurable tingling and tightening awareness in his lower regions, his penis was now big, solid and aching, constrained tightly within his trousers and distinctly uncomfortable.



He glanced at the huge timer on his desk, the sands of time trickling steadily away; there was little less than fifteen minutes left of the lesson. Now was the moment to stop playing with her and start her true torment whilst gaining pleasure for himself at the same time. He suddenly pinched the tear duct and had the expected response. Alice yelped loudly and jumped forcefully in her chair, the tear duct retracted somewhat and he knew for a moment at least he had exchanged her arousal for pain…a transitory sensation for her that would in minutes return to its former pleasurable sensitivity. Alice's head shot up and she stared at him in shocked surprise whilst Professor Snape returned her stare with eyes and expression that was impenetrable.



"Cramp a, Mi, Miss Pearson?" He asked coldly.



Alice wondered how much more she had to endure. Was he going to make this last the entire lesson? It was nearly over so she imagined he must be. The sudden pinching sensation had hurt her and forced her out of the delicious haze of sexual suspension. Why had he done that and yet again subject her to the entire classrooms questioning stare?



"Yes, Professor Snape," she answered, surprised at the husky quality of her voice. She cleared her throat with a delicate cough. "It…keeps coming and going."



"Perhaps a visit to Madam Pomfrey at the infirmary after this lesson might be in order?" He muttered disinterdly dly returning his attention to the essay.



"Unless…you have a potion here Professor Snape that will…relieve it? It’ll save wasting Madam Pomfrey's time." Alice couldn't believe her boldness.



Professor Snape's head jerked up quickly as though forced by an invisible hand and stared at Alice with eyes narrowed. She was blushing, almost puce from her daring suggestion. He wondered what it must have cost her to come out with such a veiled invitat



"I think not Miss Pearson. All medical potions and the administering of them take place in the infirmary."



Inwardly he sipped greedily at the crushing disappointment and embarrassment of his rejection that filled her face before she looked downward again at her book. Having squashed her little attempt at flirtation he knew she would not try that again for some time. He was not having her as anything other than the shy, timid Alice Pearson that she was, however he was immensely pleased by her disguised invitation all the same. She was ready, but he would dictate where and when, not she, and there was so much he had in store for her before they finally got around to that.



Bethany almost broke her quill-tip when she heard Alice. Her mouth fell open as her lips formed a soundless Alice…She could not grasp the concept of her friend being so - what was the word? Forward? She felt something stand inside her - if this was what Alice was to become in a classroom, packed with other people - what would she be like behind closed doors? Bethany squeezed her eyes shut momentarily. No-one else seemed to take any notice of her request and realised it was just her jealousy that was making every look, every word between the potions master and Alice as something more than it was, but even so, it was enough for Bethany to write a whole sentence of mis-spelt mistakes.



Several minutes passed before Alice once again felt the gentle manipulation between her legs. Firm, rhythmic he caressed the slightly less responsive outer skin before briefly grazing across the most sensitive part of her, either with the pad of his finger or the scrape of his fingernail. She felt herself move her legs, spreg thg them even wider wanting more of his touch…and she was rewarded. He rubbed with persistence, teasing the tender flesh. Once again she rested her forehead in the palm of her hand as she felt the sensations building as she struggled to contain her gasps, regulate her breathing. She was oblivious to what was going on around her and she stared at the words in the textbook without any comprehension of what she was seeing. All her senses and concentration was fixed on the sensation ben hen her legs, the contractions in her womb, her hurting nipples. She wanted Professor Snape desperately; she wondered what he would feel like inside her? She couldn't believe for one moment he'd be anything like the stories she'd heard the other girls tell about the sexual encounters they'd had with boys. If he chose to take her now before the entire class she would not object with the way he was making her feel nor />r />


"Miss Pearson!"



The angry tone of his voice made Alice realise he had obviously been addressing her for some time. Raising her head, her face was deeply flushed and not through embarrassment this time, her eyes heavily lidded in her passion, her mouth partially open, soft and sensual, excited the Professor. Oh what uses he had for that pretty little mouth. His penis twitched at the thought.



"You appear extremely engrossed in what you are reading, so much so you have neglected to start answering the questions. May I remind you they need to be completed in… ten minutes, when the lesson ends."



Alice's mouth dropped open and she looked down at the blank paper of her book.



"Such avid attention," continued Snape silkily, "how unusual for you. Please explain what parts of chapters eighteen and nineteen you have read that has caused such concentrated interest you have neglected to answer the questions.”



All the while he spoke and fixed her with those eyes of obsidian he rubbed the tear duct with rapid, rough strokes. Alice could barely speak, she was merely a few more strokes away from orgasm. She felt her words choke in her throat. Her lips and tongue worked frantically, trying to wrench the sounds out of her, but nothing came.



"What is it Miss Pearsoan ian it be you were not really engrossed in what you were reading at all; but asleep?"



A hushed snickering filled the room.



"No Sir...I...I wasn't asleep," she managed to grind out in a breathless gasp. She gripped the edges of the desk tightly battling with the instinct, the desire to move her hips in motion to his touch.



All Professor Snape wanted to do now was clear the classroom and have Alice spread wide upon the desk, to pull her open, exposing her fully to him so he could look upon her virginal sap that seeped frer aer and finger the delicate, young, glossy pink petal within before covering her with his mouth and delving his tongue deep inside her, to taste and suck her pure nectar before releasing himself and burying it fully within her, tearing through her innocence, feeling her cry out and writhe against him.



"Then what were young?"ng?" He persisted, his voice hard and only served to add to Alice's dilemma.



Trying not to let the whole class know that you're touching me and that I’m enjoying it, you bastard! She screamed inside her head.



The feelings of him touching her suddenly stopped. Whilst barely a moment from exploding in relief, he had suddenly ceased his fondling. Naive as Alice was she knew this man was extremely practised in the art of sexual foreplay and understood a woman's response well. She stared back at him, realising his power over her was more frightening and more exciting than she could ever possibly understand.



"Unless you can answer those seven questions within the next ten minutes, you will stay behind after the lesson, Miss Pearson. I will expect you to not only answer them but also explain to me what hindered your progress - even if it is something as rude as sleep."



He lowered his head fractionally continuing to stare as he saw Alice pick up her quill.



"I am certain I will find your answer most interesting."



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A/N. With thanks to all that review. It's extremely encouraging.