She should've run. She should've made her.

Instead, Jimin took a few small steps towards Minjeong, making her way around her desk. It was an excruciatingly slow pace for the professor, whose arousal and adrenaline had thrown her judgment out the window.

When Jimin was finally at arm's length away, Minjeong wrapped her arm around her waist and pulled her forwards over her knee. Before Jimin could even process what was happening, Minjeong muffled her cry with a strong hand over her mouth.

Minjeong always practiced self-control.

Not today. Not with Jimin.

Jimin's skin felt like it was a thousand degrees as pleasure pooled between her legs. Minjeong had hardly touched her. With one hand covering her mouth, the other was on the small of her back, balancing her.

All she could hear and feel was her measured, controlled breathing and the coolness of her belt buckle against her side. It was so, so wrong but Jimin wanted this bad.

"Promise to be a good girl and stay quiet for me?" Minjeong's voice was ecstasy to Jimin's ears. Jimin nodded as best as she could and Minjeong slowly released her mouth to make sure she didn't make any sudden noises. Minjeong wasn't particularly in the mood to explain this situation to her colleagues in the next few rooms - as much as she wanted her cries to fill her office.

Minjeong hesitated, which she rarely did. But the professor was treading on a very thin line and she knew she had to be careful.

"Is this what you want?" Her voice was barely a whisper to Jimin, who lay over her, her face reddening. Jimin, on the other hand, didn't hesitate for a second.

"Yes."

With the same hand she used to shut her up, Minjeong aggressively fisted a handful of Jimin's hair. Jimin pursed her lips to conceal a cry, which escaped as a pitched whine. She knew her mistake.

"You will address me as 'Miss'. If you don't, I will make this much more unpleasant than it needs to be."

"I understand, miss."

Minjeong gently released Jimin's hair and she let a short-lived sigh of relief escape her lips. Minjeong brushed some of Jimin's hair to the side so she could gauge her reactions as she continued. With her dress already promiscuously short, Minjeong only had to adjust it slightly to expose herself to her.

She let her index finger slip between her lace thong and her skin, slowly tracing along her hip. She restrained herself from ripping it off her.

"If you need this to stop, just say so," Minjeong informed, now trailing her finger up and down Jimin's smooth leg at a tantalizing pace. Jimin took in a small gasp, her body begging for the action to be moved somewhere more intimate. She had never encountered a woman with this much control over her own pleasure.

"Why am I doing this, Karina?" Minjeong asked. She could feel her erection stiffen under Jimin as she felt her body respond to her in the subtlest of ways.

"Because..."

Suddenly, Jimin could feel it too, her words now faltering.

Minjeong knew she was practically overwhelming Jimin's senses to the point it wasn't plausible for her to expect a coherent response. Still, she wasn't going to go that easy.

Jimin felt a sharp slap on her thigh, the stinging after effect going straight to her core. Her reflexes forced her to lurch forward away from the source of the pain - but she couldn't get far.

Minjeong gathered Jimin wrists with one hand and pinned them down to hold her still, as she squeezed her ass with the other. Jimin let out a humiliating moan.

"I am not a very patient woman, Karina. When I ask a question, I expect a response."

"Because I taunted you, miss," Jimin hurriedly let out as a response. She braced for impact if it was the wrong answer, but was instead rewarded with Minjeong's grip on her pinned wrists loosening ever so slightly.

"You're making my job as your professor very difficult, Karina. I take my job seriously. I also take my... extracurriculars seriously as well. If this is what you want, I'll give it to you. Now, tell me what you want, Karina?"

It was humiliating, but Jimin had no second guesses. "Please spank me, miss."

Minjeong hummed in approval, not yet giving Jimin what she so desperately desired. She had noticed her arousal glistening between her legs more as each second went by. Her sensitivity amazed her- and severely turned her on.

Minjeong reached over, grabbing Jimin's assignment to take a glance before setting it back down. "I took 15 marks off. I'll round that up to 20 because I want to see your ass red."

It wasn't a question, but Jimin responded anyway. "Yes, miss."

Jimin had to conceal her cries out at the harsh impact of Minjeong's palm, instead filling the air with soft moans and gasps. Each strike stung, heating and scorching the skin under it after each hit. The pain filtered itself through a dark part of Jimin and manifested as intense pleasure.

Minjeong was ruthless, not giving Jimin any time to recover or catch her breath. The office was filled with the melody of harsh skin-to-skin contact and feminine cries.

Every time Jimin shifted or squirmed under Minjeong's hand, she tightened her grip on Jimin's wrists and exerted more of her weight on her petite frame. Jimin swore she would have bruises.

Suddenly, instead of a sharp sting, Jimin felt gentle caressing. Minjeong's breathing had turned more ragged as her inner sadist completely overtook her.

"How many are we at, Ms Yu?" Minjeong asked in a low seducing voice. Jimin's heart stopped when she realized she hadn't been keeping count. Fuck.

"Please, miss..."

"Then we have to start over, don't we?" Minjeong restrained Jimin further as she moved in protest. "Is that what you want?"

Jimin fell still. She remembered her professor's earlier words. She could simply say stop and it would be over. But Jimin didn't want it to stop. With the faintest, sinister smile on her lips Jimin replied. "More, miss."

Minjeong felt a flame in her erupt as she finally saw the masochist in Jimin come to life. She knew in that moment, deep down, this was not going to be their last encounter. She wouldn't allow it.

She's mine.

Jimin absorbed all the pleasure she could from the rest of her punishment. Her ass was sore and raw, the pain starting to seep into the muscle and surrounding bone.

Minjeong couldn't help herself. She had to know. Without warning, easily inserted two fingers into Jimin's wet entrance.

"You're drenched, such a slut."

From the derogatory comment alone, much less the physical intrusion, Jimin's loudest moan escaped her mouth, tempting Minjeong to fill it with something else.

"Miss, please don't stop..."

Jimin was so close... so, so, so close...

She whined at the loss of her presence down there and was returned with another sharp slap on her ass. Isolated from the previous and continuous onslaught, this one stung. Hard.

"You will not come without my permission." Minjeong's order was clear as glass. "And don't whine."

"Miss, may I please..."

Jimin pleaded as sweetly as she could. She was aching for a release that she knew deep down was going to be denied.

And she was right.

Minjeong pulled Jimin's dress down, her sensitive skin burning against the cheap fabric. She then pulled her upright, letting Jimin fall to her knees next to her chair. Her hair cascaded down, some of it sticking to the back of her neck which was beaded with sweat.

Minjeong pushed a few strands away from Jimin's face. She mockingly caressed her face and tilted her chin up so she met her eyes.

"No." Minjeong maintained eye contact, reading Jimin's expression of hunger and arousal. She was fully intoxicated - not letting a drop of her poison go to waste.

"This is what you're going to do, Karina. Go to your party, meet up with your friends, go get wasted - find someone who will give you the release you so desperately want. I say this because I know you won't. You'll come begging back to me."

And Jimin did just that.

—

Jimin's mind was too preoccupied to take in her surroundings. Not that there was much to take in - it was the basement of a frat house. It was a claustrophobe's worst nightmare. Sweaty bodies packed every inch of the room, the smell of stale beer filling the air, and a 'DJ' acting like he did more than just look up a playlist of trap remix on YouTube.

Jimin would be having more fun if she was on her third shot of vodka and didn't have anything occupying her mind. Except she did indeed have something on her mind. That something being the fact that she had been over her professor's knee no less than an hour ago.

The memory immediately made Jimin's cheeks redden. No one had ever touched - ever handled - her like that. Jimin closed her eyes, focusing on the soreness of her skin.

Jimin had lost Giselle a good 15 minutes into the party. The two of them began dancing before Giselle got swept up by a group of girls all grinding on each other on top of a make-shift bar table.

Jaemin, on the other hand, was busy monitoring a crappy game of beer pong in the other corner of the basement. That left Jimin on her own to try and ease her racing thoughts with watered-down booze in a cheap plastic cup.

"Looks like you need a refill." Jimin looked up towards the source of the cheesy conversation starter. Despite the awful lighting, Jimin could gather that he was cute, in a boy-ish way.

A one-night stand didn't sound too bad to Jimin at the moment. It would definitely distract her from her current thoughts. While she doubted the guy eyeing her had the guts to treat her like fucktoy she wanted to be, Jimin knew she could do the rest using her imagination.

She wanted someone with force; to make her feel so irresistible she would take her right then and there...everything Professor Kim was.

She wanted to spite the professor's words to her. Jimin wanted Minjeong to hear her moans and the pleasure she so sadistically refused her.

"If you get me a drink, could you walk me back to my place as well?" Jimin seductively replied to the cute boy, who seemed slightly taken aback as if he was expecting rejection.

Some small talk proceeded which Jimin vehemently disliked. She could've sworn the guy had given her his name but it slipped Jimin's mind as she tried to usher them out of the party as quickly as possible. Jimin was desperate for even a mediocre fuck.

Jimin quickly texted Giselle and Jaemin that she was heading home with someone, telling the two of them to get home safely. Jimin let the chilly August-night air welcome her as she left the frat house, the guy she picked up trailing next to her.

"Rough day?" he asked as Jimin led the way to her apartment. Damn, was it that obvious?

"Yeah, you could say that." Jimin didn't feel like talking. Especially as she realized she had to walk by the psychology building to get to her place.

"Me too," the boy artificially interjected. "My fish died yesterday."

The fuck? "I'm sorry?" Jimin gave him a quizzical look that she hoped translated into her being extremely turned off.

The awkward silence that followed came to an end as Jimin stopped in her tracks. There was one room lit up at this hour in the psychology department building and by where she was standing and the view she remembered from her office, Jimin knew Professor Kim was still there.

Jimin had made a lot of stupid decisions in her lifetime. This was one of them.

She turned to her now-not-so-much-one-night-stand. "I actually have to take care of something. I'm really sorry." The guy just rolled his eyes and shrugged before walking back the way the two came. Jimin looked up at the lone-lit window.

With a little bit of alcohol in her system, Jimin let her lack of better judgment take over.

—

Jimin stormed into Minjeong's office, not even giving a knock as a forewarning, letting the door swing open.

Minjeong had books sprawled all over her desk and was in the midst of removing another from the bookcase behind it before Jimin barged in.

Pivoting around, she watched as Jimin made her way to the front of her desk - their eyes never leaving each other. Like predator and prey.

"Don't speak," Jimin ordered before Minjeong could get a word out. With any other person on any other day, Minjeong would've snapped at those words.

But Minjeong had purposely pushed all of Jimin's buttons and now wanted to see it play out. So she suppressed a sinister smirk and leaned against the bookshelf behind her, her arms crossed.

"No, I am not here to beg." Jimin jabbed a finger in her professor's face. "I am here to say I'm dropping your goddamn class - which first of all, is way too hard than it needs to be. You've gotten in my fucking head, alright? You're all I think about now. You—"

Jimin had to practically catch her breath as an entire monologue erupted within her, fueled by her slightly tipsy state.

Minjeong didn't say anything. She studied Jimin like she was her own fucked up research project. An experiment. Her face was heated, from the alcohol in her system and her state of frustration - sexual frustration. Her hair was wild from the humidity outside and her makeup was smudged every so slightly. She had taken off her jacket, her body exposed through the thin fabric of her dress.

She was crazed and it turned Minjeong on more than she wanted to admit. It wasn't her state that made her arousal twitch. It was the intense satisfaction she knew she was going to get from putting Jimin in her place in a few seconds...

Jimin held up her hands in defeat, exhausted. "I'm done. I'm fu—"

Jimin didn't get to finish her sentence. She felt a strong grip grab both her wrists, pulling her forward to the point she almost tripped. With her hands up and restrained, Jimin was inches away from Minjeong.

She was caged.

But Minjeong's close presence calmed her, hints of expensive cologne and natural wood soothing her senses. Jimin wanted to fall into this arms, caress, submit...

Minjeong leaned in, her lips barely brushing against Jimin's cheek, sending delicious shivers down her spine and throughout her body. "You don't think you've gotten into my head?"

Jimin couldn't form a coherent thought much less express one using words out loud. Their lips were so close...

Minjeong tightened her grip and lurched her forward again till they were chest to chest, face to face - the smell of alcohol and mint mixing from their breaths.

"Don't act like this is my doing, Karina."

Jimin knew Minjeong was only telling the truth. Deep down she had taken the bait of the assignment extension because she wanted her- in the most sick and twisted way.

"Say it, Karina," Minjeong practically growled, making Jimin instinctively pull away in fear. But she couldn't. She caved in to her desires and let the words flow out.

"Take me, miss."

Minjeong released Jimin's wrists but she immediately placed her hands against her arms to brace herself as Minjeong's hands weaved through the hair. Minjeong crashed her lips onto hers with such force that the adrenaline running through Jimin started to make her dizzy.

Everything was moving so fast.

Jimin tried to kiss her back but Minjeong took all the control, making it impossible. She devoured her, her one hand slowly descending down and applying a small amount of pressure to the side of her neck in a show of dominance. The feeling prompted Jimin to moan into Minjeong's mouth, pushing herself further against her.

Jimin needed more. She wanted to feel her.

Everywhere.

The sound of books falling off the table and onto the floor filled the office. It was at this moment the two realized the door to Minjeong's office was still ajar - but neither cared, the fear of getting caught only electrifying the moment further.

Minjeong lifted Jimin up onto the desk with ease, parting her legs with hers so she could nest herself between and minimize the space between them as much as possible. Jimin gasped as she felt Minjeong's state of arousal press up against her through her pants.

Minjeong took the opportunity to push in further and pull her head back by fisting her hair, exposing Jimin's neck to her. She left deep love bites on the damp skin, eliciting moans of sweet pleasure from Jimin. Unable to stop herself and desperately seeking more physical contact, Jimin attempts to push herself against Minjeong's growing erection.

Minjeong immediately grasped Jimin by the waist to push her back. "You'll get what you want only when I give it to you."

It took Minjeong an immeasurable amount of self-control to not claim Jimin right there on her desk. Have her sprawled out and begging for mercy. Although not completely drunk, Jimin was slightly tipsy, which was enough to blur even the faintest of lines. Nevertheless, Minjeong still wanted to stroke her ego.

"Beg," she ordered.

Jimin whimpered. "Please, please, please... I want you..."

The two were completely intoxicated by how wrong the encounter felt. The otherwise healthy and chaste relationship that should exist between a teacher and their student had been stained. Yet amidst the sin, it felt so right.

Minjeong pulled Jimin off the table, unconsciously adjusting her dress for her. Minjeong could see Jimin realize that she was not going to get what she so intensely desired. Her eyes wavered, sunken in despair.

"I won't fuck you," Minjeong stated bluntly, breathing slowly but heavily. "For one, you're drunk. But more importantly, denying you gives me greater pleasure." Minjeong paused, making sure she still had Jimin's full attention.

"If you really want this..."

Jimin made sure to hang onto every word Minjeong spoke.

"Don't touch yourself this weekend and all of next week. Approach me after class on Friday. I'll be able to tell."

And with that, the dominant Jimin fantasized about in her dreams remained there no longer.

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