Hello everyone! I know it has been such a long time. My real life got so busy, but I'm back and writing and am so glad to be. I really struggled trying to decide how to end this story it's morphed into something different than what I originally planned, but I'm excited about the new direction I am heading. I hope everyone enjoys this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

FINAL EXAM

I am being tormented.

I am being tormented by a little red box.

I am being tormented by a little red box that I could not open.

I huffed and continued my pacing. The offending box sat on my bed daring me to open it. It called to me.

"Open me!" It begged.

I groaned, "I can't."

"You know you want to," it cued at me.

"I do, but he'll know." I shook my head. Somehow, I knew Guardian Belikov would know if I disobey him. He had eye's everywhere. The thought had me glancing around my room in paranoia.

"Fuck him, do you want you want!" The box continued.

"Hey! Watch your mouth—" I paused, turning away from the box. "Oh, my god. I'm losing my mind. I'm talking to a fucking box." I blinked and turned away from it glancing at my alarm clock. Five minutes. Five minutes and I could open the damn thing.

I had received the box from Guardian Belikov on Friday with instructions on when exactly to open it the following Friday. He was fucking with me. He could have given it to me later, but he wanted to watch me squirm. He wanted to see if I would break and disobey him. He wanted me to break. He loved to punish me.

Almost as much as I loved to be punished by him.

I shook my head at that thought. I tried to banish all thoughts like that from my mind. Thoughts like that were dangerous. After what happened over a week ago, I decided I couldn't think like that. Everything I did with him was for my grade, for my future, for Lissa. I had to think about her not some guy and how he made me feel. I rolled my eyes at the frivolity of the idea. In a few months, I would be graduated, and one of Lissa's guardians. Her life would be in my hands. She's all that mattered.

Or so I told myself.

I tried so hard, but Guardian Belikov was always in the back of my mind. Dimitri. Just saying his name made my chest ache with… Well I didn't exactly know what with, but it was something. So, I avoided calling him by his first name. It was too intimate and I had to keep this professional. It took everything in me to act normally around him.

I resumed sitting in my assigned spot in the back of his class much to his dismay. He was annoyed the first day I moved back. I think he was beginning to enjoy the little shows I was putting on for him. Not only that, but now in the back row I was with my normal crowd. My normal crowd being all my male classmates, except for Lissa. I'm not a complete slut I hadn't slept with them all, but I wasn't too picky who I got half naked with. Well I used to not be too picky. Of course, they all wanted to talk to me in class. I tried my best to ignore them.

Because I was committed to Lissa and our future.

Not because of Guardian Belikov…

Nope. Definitely not because of him.

Turns out it I didn't have to try hard to ignore them because the minute one of them opened their mouths to speak to me Guardian Belikov appeared between us. Barking at the perpetrator angrily, in Russian, to pay attention. I had to control my eye rolls every time. He might as well piss a circle around me and stamp his name on my forehead. I would just shrug and whisper a joke about Belikov being on his period to whichever poor soul was on the receiving end of his anger. This seemed to help, but I'm sure everyone was starting to wonder why I never got yelled at.

Fucking crazy Russian.

I shook myself out of my thoughts and back to reality. I glanced at the clock again. 2 minutes. I had rushed through dinner as fast as I could, earning stares from the other novices and an eye roll from Lissa. She knew what was going on to an extent. I wouldn't be divulging any more information than was necessary, I learned my lesson. I smirked at the thought. If Guardian Belikov's Russian lectures were as entertaining as our sessions together, I'd be fluent by now.

Going to my classes was pointless today. All I could think about was the damn box. What could be inside it? It was only about the size of my fist. So not much could be in there. I'm sure it was some perverted sex toy. After the last "present" he got me. I was much more warry of anything I received from him. At least I knew it wasn't another big ass dildo. Which I still had. I couldn't bring myself to use it again though. Right now, it was stashed in my bottom drawer under my workout clothes. I prayed every day that there wouldn't be any room searches, because I did not want to be called into Kirova's office to explain why I had this kind of contraband in my dorm.

Once more I looked at the clock. It was time. I took in a deep breath. Sitting down on my bed I gingerly picked up the box and placed it in my lap. I went to grabbed the lid, but hesitated. Once I opened it, this was over. Guardian Belikov and I were over. I frowned. That's what I wanted right? To get this A. To graduate. To be with Lissa. It's all I wanted. Right?

Then why did I feel sad?

I shook my head. I wasn't sad, I was just nervous I told myself. Straightening my back, I opened the box dropping the top back on my bed. My forehead creased at what I saw.

A card.

It only read "FINAL EXAM." I blinked. I had been sure there was going to be some sort of sex toy in it. I removed the card and looked under it. Nothing.

What. The. Hell?

I sighed. There had to be more. I had to be missing something. I looked at the box again. Nothing. Confused I looked at the card once more. Final Exam? I rolled my eyes. Very clever. Without thinking I flipped the card over, and wanted to smack myself for not having thought of it before. Words were scrawled on the back.

The Pond. 15 minutes. Wear a scarf.

I furrowed my brows in confusion. The pond? There was only one pond I knew of and it was off campus in the surrounding wooded area. Sometimes seniors threw parties there, but they almost always were busted. I don't know why he would want to meet out there. I looked at the clock and realized I only had 10 minutes remaining to get there.

I was going to have to run.

I sprang up from my bed then, quickly placing the card back in the box and hid it in my bottom drawer next to my other present. I wished he had given me more time, I wanted to look nicer, but there was nothing I could do. I wore leggings, an oversized sweatshirt and my tennis shoes. Oh well nothing I could do about it now. I almost ran out of the door then when I remembered the last part of the message. I had to wear a scarf. It was spring in Montana, which meant it was still pretty chilly outside, but I'd be fine with just this sweatshirt. I don't know why I needed it but I grabbed a deep plum scarf Lissa had given me. I wrapped it around my head once before I dash out of my room. I tried to look nonchalant. Not wanting to call any attention to myself. Being that it was the start of the weekend curfew wasn't for another 2 hours. So, I didn't draw any attention as I quickly left the building. I crossed campus looking over my shoulder to see if anyone had noticed me. My paranoia was on red alert. This felt infinitely sneakier than anything else Guardian Belikov and I had ever done. My heart was pounding and adrenaline coursed through my veins. As soon as I hit the tree line I sped up to a jog. I was grateful for my great night vision as I dodged tree branches, stepped over roots and leaped over fallen trees in my path.

When I got to the edge of the pond I bent at the waist trying to catch my breath. Right when my breathing began to slow I heard a twig snap behind me. Before I could do more than stand up straight a hand went over my mouth and another around my waist.

I screamed into the hand and started to struggle when a low voice said, "It's me." Those two words made my whole body sag in relief. When I heard his deep throaty chuckle, I spun in his arms and slapped his chest.

"What the fuck?" I hissed annoyed.

"I wasn't trying to scare you." His smile was breathtaking. I had never seen him so relaxed and amused before.

I however was not amused. "So, you were just lurking in the shadows because that's your weekend hobby?"

"It is not a hobby." He laughed. "I was waiting for you." He looked down at his watch then and frowned. "You're late." Gone was his easy-going smile, his face shift from relaxed to serious in an instant.

I struggled not to roll my eyes at this sudden shift in him. "What are we even going to do out here anyway?" I asked nervously. Now that he was no longer in his playful mood, it dawned on me that I didn't know what we were doing here. I mean I know a lot of people were into doing it out doors. I guess it was a turn on for some people to fuck where you could possibly be caught, but I didn't think that was something that he would be into. Though, there are a lot of things I didn't think Guardian Belikov would be into.

"Nothing," he replied easily. He didn't give me any more time to question him before he turned on his heel and began walking.

I scrambled to keep up with his longer stride. We only walked for a few minutes before we came upon a building, hidden in the trees. Well not really a building, but a cabin. It looked run down and like it desperately needed some work done, but not so bad that I feared for my life as we entered it. He held the door open and I walked in ahead of him looking around the small room.

It looked as though no one had used it in years. Everything was coated in a layer of dust. Well not everything. To my left there was a bed that looked as if someone had recently changed its sheets. I walked over to it confused. This was not at all what I expected to be happening tonight. This seemed almost… I don't know. Romanic? Looking to my right I noticed there was a fire crackling in the fireplace. I shook my head. This was not good. This was too much. It was making me feel too much.

"What are you thinking?" I felt his breath on my ear as he spoke to me. I hadn't noticed, because of my internal panic, how close he had moved to me.

"Why are we here?" My voice was shaky. God, how is it he makes me feel as though my insides were jelly?

"I wanted privacy," he spoke in a low whisper, his hands creeping up my sides, and going underneath my sweatshirt. "Because," he continued, gripping the bottom of my sweatshirt, dragging it slowly over my head. I raised my arms to allow him to take it off me, without a thought he threw it to the floor. "I'm going to make you experience something you've never felt," his hand once again crept up my side but this time they found their home on my lace cover breasts. "You're going to be in ecstasy. You'll forget where you are, where you need to go, what you need to do. You'll be in so much pleasure you won't be able to stand it." He pulled my breast from their cups and teased my nipples making me whine and arch my back. "After this I'll be your drug, you'll be addicted. You'll crave it. You'll always be thinking about how I own you," he murmured, pinching my right nipple harder. I squealed loudly this time, in pleasure and pain. "You'll beg me to use you like a whore, and beg for my cock. You'll beg me for an orgasm," he pulled and pinched both nipples this time, the sensations went straight to my pussy. I wanted him. "And you'll love every moment of it, won't you?"

"Yes," I moaned so loudly my face colored in embarrassment. I hadn't been trying to be so loud.

His hands fell away from my breasts and I couldn't help the pathetic whimper that left my mouth. "Sit down," he ordered. Without hesitation, I sat on the edge of the bed. "Do you trust me?" He asked, gazing at me intently.

Without my knowledge, the word "Yes" fell from my lips. I blinked. I hadn't even thought about it for a second before I uttered the word, but I did. The realization made my head spin. Since when did I begin to trust this man so completely?

Without another word, Guardian Belikov reached down and grabbed the scarf that had fallen to the floor. He folded it twice, so that it was still long but not as wide. I gulped when he approached me, I knew then why he had asked for the scarf. My heart rate increased as I closed my eyes and allowed him to tie the scarf around my head.

"Can you see?" His breath wafted over my face, so I knew he was in front of me, but all I could see was darkness.

I shook my head, "no sir."

I got no response back, but I knew he was still there. I could hear him moving around the room. I could hear soft footsteps beside me, how anyone as tall as him could be so graceful I would never know. Then I heard a loud thump of something large hitting the ground by my feet, and felt the bed shake slightly as something was tossed onto it. I listened hard trying to figure out what all was going on. I had been so concentrated that I nearly jump out of my skin when I felt hands on my breasts once more. I recovered quickly and arched into his hands wanting more.

He chuckled and moved to unhook my bra, pulling it from me and sliding it down my arms. I heard it softly hit the floor, but couldn't care less as he began placing kisses and small nips down my neck. By the time he made his way to my breasts and took a nipple into his mouth, I was moaning like a bitch in heat. "P-please Guardian Belikov." I begged, unsure of what I was even asking.

I could feel his frown against my skin before he let go of my nipple with a loud wet pop. My use of Guardian Belikov seemed to annoy him, but he didn't comment. He made his way further down my body, and my fingers buried themselves in his soft hair as he paused to dip his tongue into my navel, teasingly. At the same time his fingers curled into the side of my leggings. I laid down and lifted my hips so he could drag them down my legs, along with my underwear. I shivered as I felt a breeze on my overheated pussy. Quickly, my shoes were gone, then my leggings and I was left completely exposed to him. I shivered again but this time in excitement as Guardian Belikov lightly bit my inner thigh. A hand gripped each thigh and spread them wide before he used the flat of his tongue to lick from my ass to my clit.

"Oh fuck!" I yelped, throwing my head back in pleasure. "Please, more Guardian Belikov!" I begged as he began worshipping my cunt with his tongue.

Worshiping seemed like a strong word, but it was the only way to describe the way he treated my pussy. He alternated from licking broad strokes to circling my clit with the tip of his tongue. He once again had me burying my fingers in his hair, tugging and writhing beneath him. He eased two fingers into me, chuckling at the throaty growl the came from me, as I tried to roll my hips to force more of his fingers inside of me. He placed an arm across my hips, stilling them as he slowly massaged my entrance.

I could feel the familiar tightening in my belly. "G-Guardian Belikov I'm so c-close, please." I begged. I was so close to the edge I tried once more to roll my hips down onto his fingers. I needed more. A feral need taking over my body, growing stronger with each second that I edged closer and closer to my orgasm.

Just as my body began to flush in anticipation of my impending orgasm he pulled away. His fingers slid out of me and his tongue retreated. I let out a sob. "Please!" I called out.

His voice came from my right when he spoke, "If you want to cum, then you will have to work for it Miss Hathaway." I wanted to protest, but I knew it wouldn't help. So, I kept my mouth shut and waited.

I felt him by my feet and heard the clang of metal. I huffed, annoyed at my blindness. It was quiet for a moment before I felt him began to fasten something around each of my ankles. Before I could ask what he was doing I felt a jerk and my legs were forcibly pushed apart. I tried to push them back together but something wasn't allowing me to do so.

"What is that?" I asked. Nervous excitement causing butterflies in my stomach.

His voice sounded amused when he answered, "A Spreader." He grabbed onto whatever was not allowing me to close my legs and picked it up. "Grab the bar." He told me. On my back still, I bent my knees to my chest and felt around for the bar that was between my feet. It was cold, metal, and spread my legs wide. With my knees now bent I was completely exposed to him. I felt straps locked into place around my wrist and I tried to jerk them back to no avail. This felt completely different then when he used his belt to restrain me last week. I had a lot more mobility then, now I was stuck in this position. It added to the feeling of helplessness and was turning me on even more.

I could feel him climb onto the bed beside me before his hand reached out to touch my cheek. Instinctively my head turned to him. I was breathing hard with anticipation. Without a word, I felt something smack my face lightly. I filched away for a moment before I realized what it was. The moment I knew my tongue shot out and began licking the underside of his cock. I heard a grunt of approval and eagerly began to kiss and lick all over his cock. I opened my mouth wide and sucked his head into my mouth, taking in as much as I could at this odd angle. His head rubbed against the inside of my cheek as I sucked hard.

"Good girl," he praised me. His hand slowly slid down my neck, continuing over my breasts, which he caressed and fondled. My nipples were becoming painfully hard. His hand continued to move down my stomach until his fingers reached my bare pussy, completely open for him. He slowly dipped a finger inside me.

"So wet already Miss Hathaway. Such a willing little slut. This is going to be so much fun." I felt him move slightly, but I never stopped my servicing of his cock. I tried to hear what he was doing but I couldn't hear over the pounding of my heart. I was a willing slut. I was willing to do anything for his touch right now. "Have you ever used a vibrating wand?" The question startled me at first, but I quickly shook my head no.

I heard the loud sound of something vibrating, and my heart raced. Goosebumps broke out on my skin as he slowly slid the vibrating wand around my nipples and slowly down over my stomach until he rested it against my clit. The sudden buzzing against my clit was exquisite. I was already so very horny and I really wanted an orgasm. I had never used a vibrator before and for the life of me I didn't know why. This thing was magical. The way it deliciously sent wave after wave of pleasure through me was incredible. I wanted to cum already and it had only been a few minutes.

I gasped throwing my head back in pleasure. He swiftly removed the wand then. "Don't you dare think about cumming." He told me sternly.

I nodded vigorously. "Yes sir." Anything to get the delicious vibration back, but he didn't bring it back. Breathing hard I realized he was letting me calm down so he could take me to the edge of orgasm again and again, for as long as it pleased him. I suppressed a groan and wrapped my lips around his hardened length again, wishing I could see him. I loved watching his face as I sucked his cock. He tried to keep his face neutral but I could see it in his eyes. How he wanted to come undone but wouldn't. He was always so composed and serious. I wanted to watch him come apart the way I do with him, but he would never let the happen.

I flinched when he moved the wand back to my pussy, I moaned around his dick in my mouth, but didn't stop sucking. I knew if I stopped so would he. He could play this game all night. Honestly, I think he enjoys me disobeying him more than complying. That way he can punish me. He loved punishing me and pushing me to my limits, like now.

I sucked harder as my body tensed again, my orgasm nearing. I tried to focus on only his pleasure instead of mine, and once again he took the wand from my throbbing clit and allowed me to calm down. It was the uncertainty that was getting to me. Wondering if this time, maybe this time, I'd get to have an orgasm.

He edged me a third time, my legs held fiercely apart, letting me know who exactly was in control. Maybe this time. The little thought had crossed my mind, an orgasm now would be the biggest shock, the surprise and urgency of it would be so intense. But no, of course not, not yet.

He pulled away, chuckling, "It won't be that easy Miss Hathaway. After all, you aren't begging yet. I have much more time to enjoy this. To feast on your pleasure." His voice was playful, teasing even.

The fourth time, the flutter of desire in my stomach turned into a sting of need.

"Good girl," he praised while I suckled at his cock holding back my own need. "Keep it going, we are only just beginning. The way your hips rock, how your nipples feel so stiff and tender against any glancing touch," his hand brush against my nipple then. "Your pussy so invitingly wet, your body is just giving every signal that it needs it… but not yet." He pulled away again.

The fifth time, the sting of need began to swell and ache. My whispers transforming to moans. I know he loved to hear me. Hoping to turn him on I moaned louder. Praying he would just fuck me and show mercy, let me cum around his cock.

He seemed to realize this too, "That won't work. Deep down you that as well. The more you moan the more I want you and the harder it gets for you. The closer you feel to cumming, the more you know you will not." Again, the pleasure left me.

The sixth time, the ache began to burn, the sensation filling me throughout. It wouldn't be quenched until I got my orgasm. "Please," I begged, finally beginning to plea for it. Such an erotic thing, begging someone to allow you an orgasm. To be completely helpless under the complete control of another. Begging to be granted the wonderful release of pent up pleasure that you need oh so much.

I fucking loved it.

Even with need burning through me. I loved it. And I know he did as well. His cock stood so rigidly it had to be painful. I resumed my sucking turning my head to him to take more of him in, thanking him for this wonderful torture.

This vibrator and his touches, were working on me like the finest instrument playing the perfect melody. I was right on the edge, if only something could press inside me or just against my swollen clit for a moment more. But no, he stopped again leaving me begging, his cock fully abandoned by my mouth, as I did so. Tears sprang to my eyes at the loss of my orgasm, and I whimpered pathetically.

"What's wrong Miss Hathaway? Do you want to cum?" He teased me his voice playful, he was enjoying my torture. He moved the wand back over me when I failed to answer him.

"Yes," I hissed, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock.

He grunted, his cock twitching. "I'll give you a choice," he spoke his voice low but clearly amused. He pulled his cock from my mouth, and I panted, legs shaking with the force of holding myself together.

"You can cum right now. You've been holding back this orgasm for over an hour now. Imagine how intense it would be." My whole body shook. I could imagine. I'd never used a vibrator and this one was so powerful, I feared how this thing would rip my orgasm from my body. I whimpered unable to form words. "Or you can have my cock, if you can go another two minutes on high." This fucking thing wasn't already on high? I couldn't imagine the vibrations being more intense. I was already pouring sweat and unable to put together a sentence out loud. I wasn't sure I could last another two minutes like this let alone on high.

"I know which one I want," he whispered lowly into my ear, brushing my hair back. I would give anything to see him right now. "The way your pussy looks right now, clenched so tight, flushed, and dripping. It's taking all my restraint not to bury myself in you." I cried out at the image of him buried inside of me. "Then again I would love to see how far your tight little cunt will squirt across this room if you choose to cum now." My nipples hardened further and I squirmed. "Which will it be?" He asked breathy, I could imagine him gripping himself. Rubbing his engorged cock at the thought of the control he had over me at this moment. At the thought of how hard and swollen he would be right now, I knew my choice.

"Cock," I gasped. Full sentences were not an option at this point. He chuckled clearly pleased with my choice. I felt the bed shift and the wand was temporarily moved away from me. I gasped in mouth fulls of air. I didn't realize I had been holding my breath in concentration. The bed dipped next to me as Guardian Belikov moved off it. I felt his hand rubbing my inner thigh, before he spoke. "Two minutes," he spoke sternly, in front of me now, but I could hear the smirk in his voice. I had a witty retort on my lips when I felt the vibrator on my clit once again. And it was…

Excruciating

My mind went blank, and I heard a roaring in my ears. I felt as though I had fainted and when I had my presence of mind once again I could hear counting.

20 19 18 17 16…

It was Guardian Belikov counting down the seconds. I only had 15 seconds left. I had just about blacked out but hadn't cum. My abs were on fire, my skin was burning, and my hands were cramping, clenched so tightly around the black bar between my legs.

15 14 13…

Guardian Belikov reached up and pulled at one of my nipples as he continued his counting.

12 11 10…

I tried to block him out. He wasn't playing fair.

9 8 7…

Probably annoyed that I was ignoring him, he moved from my nipple to slip a finger inside of me. I cried out loudly.

6 5 4…

Another finger was added and he curled them inside of me. My mouth dropped open in an O.

3 2…

I was about to give in, his fingers massaging my G spot were too much.

1

At one he removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock. I was so wet he was practically suctioned into my pussy. I heard him cuss loudly in Russian as he slid back out and slammed into me again. The penetration was captivating, the mixture of sensations melting together. My clit was one fire, put not one I wanted to put out yet. He turned the vibrator down but still held it firmly against me. The burning torment turned to an inferno, a raging fire that seemed to consume me. The feeling took over everything. I no longer fantasized about situations or scenarios that would turn me on even more, all my focus was between my legs and the joy that part of me would feel if given the chance.

"Can I…" I gasped unable to finish my sentence.

"Can you what Miss Hathaway?" He grunted never stopping his punishing pace. The sounds of slapping wet flesh filling the room.

"Cum!" I screamed. "Can I cum? Please?" I screamed and my body shook. I was cumming whether he gave me permission or not. My body was taking over now fed up with my constant denial of its much-desired release.

"As long as you scream my name," was his response. I nodded as tears left my eyes, soaking the scarf still tied around my head. My back arched and a sob ripped through my chest as I came. Hard. Harder than I had imagined, the surprise causing me to sob once again, as the orgasm hit me so intensely. My body shook and twitched uncontrollably as wave after wave of my orgasm flowed through me.

"Dimitri!" I cried out between sobs. I repeated his name over and over like a mantra. I had heard people could cry during sex but I always thought it was too weird. I never thought I would be one of those people, but I was feeling… everything. The hour of denial, this place, his cock, my helplessness, and his name on my lips… It was too much.

My orgasm continued for minutes. His cock elongating it as he continued to fuck me. He dropped the vibrator on the bed, not turning it off. The whole bed now vibrated as he gripped the black bar and slammed into me.

My eyes were rolled back, limbs still twitching. My head was floaty, fogged over by pleasure. My pussy was so tired, tired of clenching, and squirting around his cock. But I knew my purpose right now. As he fucked me he gripped the black bar yanking me closer to him. One hand was rubbing circles on my swollen sensitive clit, ensuring my pussy stayed tight and clenched around him. This was one of those fuckings where you hold on for the ride and just let it happen. This was his time, his pleasure, so the only thing I could think to do was keep my inner muscles clenched, despite the burning, so it could feel good and tight for him.

"Who do you belong to?" He asked roughly slamming into me again.

"You!" I called out my pussy clamping down on his cock once more. More of my juices flowed out of me.

"Beg," He commanded his motions becoming frantic as his own orgasm approached.

"Please, make me yours," I whimpered without hesitation. "You were right. I'm addicted to you. I need you. Only you. Please cum in me Dimitri." I was desperate. The words left my mouth without my consent, but they were true. I wanted to be his, I was addicted to him, his body and how he could make me feel. I needed him. I couldn't let him go.

"Fuck," He cursed as he came hard and violently, his body hot against mine as he filled me up. I could feel the mess he was making between my legs. When he pulled out I could feel a mixture of mine and his cum leave me.

Then a moment later I heard him leave me. Alarms bells began to sound off in my head. "Guardian Belikov?" I called out concerned he would leave me bound in this cabin.

"Don't call me that," he answered me his footsteps approaching. I flinched slightly at his unexpected touch. He was wiping me down there, cleaning our mess from my legs. I blushed wildly. This was different, he usually left me to clean the aftermath of our sessions. After cleaning me up he unbound me feet and hands, and turned off the vibrator. The metal and plastic items clanging to the floor loudly.

I sat up still breathing heavily, but before I could reach up and take off my scarf, his hand beat me to it. He gently lifted the scarf from my eyes and I blinked against the light now flooding my vision. Everything was blurry but I could tell he was in front of me, leaning down so his face was even with mine. He brushed away stray tears from my now very embarrassing crying episode. He mercifully didn't mention it though.

"Don't call me Guardian Belikov," he repeated. I could now see his face in detail. His face was stoic like always, but his eyes... They held so much… I don't know. Compassion? Affection? None of those sounded right though.

"But that's who you are," My voice was shaky and breathy. "You're my teacher." I don't know who I said this to myself or him? Because quite frankly I need the reminder as well. Today was it over for us. It was my last time with him. It was more than amazing, but it was over. We were over. I would get my A, graduate and be with Lissa. Like I wanted. It's all I've ever wanted. If so then why did I feel so… Sad? Usually after these sessions he left me, but he was still in front of me staring me down. "So, I'm—" I started, attempting to stand, but he pushed me back down.

"Going to stay here," he pointed to the bed.

"No, I—" I tried to protest, only to be cut off again.

"Can't walk around campus this late because it's past curfew." Dammit he was right. I rolled my eyes in annoyance and his lips twitched, fighting a smirk. He walked away then, heading to the other side of the bed.

"You're—"

"Going to bed Miss Hathaway," his voice sounded bored, as he slid under the covers of the bed, but I could tell he was amused.

I glared at his back, but didn't respond. He was right. Heading back this late for either of us would raise questions. But sleeping in the same bed as him? My stomach flipped. This was infinitely more intimate than anything we'd done before.

He sighed next to me noticing my hesitation. "I don't bite" he reassured me. I raised my brows and he laughed. "I mean, I won't bite."

I nodded my head and joined him under the covers. My body was so tired I couldn't continue to refuse a bed. "So, did I pass my final?" I tried to joke as he turned off the light. He just laughed beside me and I turned onto my side and glared at him. "And what is so funny?" I demanded to know.

"You thought this was your final?" He pulled me to him until my body was completely pressed against his. I relaxed, despite my better judgement, into his arms and felt him shaking his head. "This was only part one."

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