Protégée

Anon: Thanks for the review! I’ll be updating about once a day... maybe not on weekends :D

Anyway, So... Jake is kinda sorry for how he was treating her, I wonder how long /that/ will last. Oh, yeah... until the next project is due *Evil laugh* And, I know I promised sex in the third chapter, but the third chapter is really long, and I’m thinking about cutting it into two chapters. The third chapter would have some bondage though. Maybe I’ll upload the two chapters on the same day. Either way, here’s the second chapter. Happy reading!

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Katy didn\'t know how she got through the next few days until class. She was so distracted she could barely recall any dates asked of her in History, even though she had studied. It\'s hard to study, when all of a sudden you\'re remembering your teacher\'s body pressed against you, being tender and gentle, but extreamly harsh and cold all at the same time.

Everytime she thought of it, a deep blush colored her neck and face, until her roommate thought she was getting sick. She felt her suspicions were confirmed when she saw the grades from Katy’s last history quiz.

\"Katy! You made a C! Oh my god, you must be sick! The last time you made this low you had pnuemonia!\"

All Katy could do was nod. It did give her a good excuse to be acting weird. Maybe she would use it as an excuse to skip the next art class.

But then her art class came around again, and she found herself slowly walking to the art building, even though she told herself she was going to skip. She felt bad, and her look reflected it. Her hair was up in a messy ponytail, and her clothes could only be described a big and black, much different than the cute shirt and pants she had been wearing the day before. The oversized T-shirt engulfed her, and these pants had been mistaken for a skirt before.

No matter how slowly she walked, she still got there, and still early. She couldn\'t break herself of that habit.

When she walked in, however, no one was there, and she gave a huge sigh of relief, putting all her work down.

The relief didn\'t last long, as a few seconds later, Mr. Cross entered the room. \'Jake\' she corrected herself mentally. He needs to be called Jake.

\"Katy, I need to talk with you, can you follow me for a second?\"

Nodding, Katy could only walk behind him as he made his way to Mr. Stone\'s office. When they were inside, and the door was locked, Katy noticed her picture on the wall. \"I never got to mount it for him,\" she said softly, looking at it like she was about to cry, her face flushed, and her eyes unhappy.

Mr Cross came up to her so swiftly that she couldn\'t think as he pulled her body close to his. Her arms were folded up against his chest, and her head rested just under his chin. His hands rubbed her back in a comforting way, and she could just hear little murmurs on his lips.

\"Oh my little flower, I shouldn\'t treat you like I did. I want my little star to be happy. You\'re my student and my little protégée needs to be happy to create her beautiful work, now doesn\'t she?\"

\"I... I thought I wasn\'t supposed to do good work?\" She looked at him, her eyes filled with confusion as he gently kissed her forhead and still held her close.

\"No, you must do good work, because you are my student. You just can\'t do work better than me. Not yet.\" Katy was still looking up at him, so he bent down, and took her lips gently, and then pulled away.

\"Mr...\" She felt his body tighten under hers, and she glanced up in fear. Jake forced himself to relax, though, and shook his head. \"Jake, Jake, Jake...\" He repeated his name, kissing her softly between each word.

\"Jake\" she agreed with him, sighing softly, and pressing into one of the kisses, lengthening it. Her hands went around his neck, and his hands went to her hips, then down to play with the hem of her shirt. They darted back under her shirt to rest on the warm small of her back. His hands started tracing their way up her back, as he licked the soft lip he had in his mouth, and he was rewarded when her mouth opened ever so slightly, and he slid his tongue inside where it was massaged by hers. His hands moved up her sides until he could feel her breasts and let his thumbs wander over them until he could feel her nipples harden. She gave a soft gasp, almost a moan into his mouth, and when he slipped his tongue back into her mouth again, she began lightly sucking on it. It was his turn to moan and he pressed into her more. Her eyes flew open as she felt something hard at her hip and she blushed, a deep red, but continued the kiss eyes closing softly once again.

It was then he noticed the time.

\"We\'ve got to go, flower,\" he said softly, pulling away as she opened her eyes and jerked away. It felt like waking up to Katy, and she was still confused and scared. It wasn\'t like she hadn\'t enjoyed it. She definitely had, but it was all so confusing to her. Could she really like her teacher?

Jake watched her oddly as she brushed stray hairs out of her eyes and arranged her clothes.

\"M... Jake?\" She corrected.

\"Yes, flower?\"

\"Why are you looking at me like that?... And how old are you?\"

\"You\'re clothes are so funny. And they change to something really different everyday. I like what you were wearing last time though.\" He winked. Her clothes had been more revealing. \"And how old do you think I am?\"

Katy looked at him a second and then said, \"When I first met you, I thought you were forty. But, then a couple weeks after that, you got your hair cut, and your beard trimmed, and... I have no idea what age you are. You could be twenty or forty.\"

Jake laughed. \"I\'m twenty seven, you should know I\'m a grad student.\"

\"Oh, I knew that, but I also knew you had left, and then come back to school. I didn\'t know how much time...\"

\"Ah, my little student is so smart! The perfect little protégée to help grow!\" He beamed at her, and she looked away, and didn\'t see his look. It was the look of someone who has complete control of another. He looked like he wanted to take her right there, but was only stopping himself by a small measure of self control. She didn\'t see him leave, just heard the door open and close. She leaned against the desk, her face coloring once again.

Jake walked to class very happily, thinking of that look in her glass, grey-green eyes, so big and clear... and her body. He\'d definately have to have more of /that/.

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Katy drug herself to class, unsure of what to say for an excuse. She opened the door where everyone was working quietly, Mr. Cross ---\'Jake\' she cursed mentally and blushed--- turned to her and winked. \"Did you find what I sent you to get easy enough?\"

\"Oh! Yes sir, I did. Thank you.\" She realized he was giving her an alibi.

\"Good, good, come in, were working on the eighth project, so if you get started, I\'ll explain it to you in a second.\" And she came in, and got straight to work, anything to not have to look at him straight in the eye. But there was a smile on her lips. A different one than her smile of pride. She really did look happy. And he did say she didn\'t have to do /bad/ work! This project was going to be good.