Breaking Boundaries

Chapter 7 - Touch and Command

I checked my reflection in the mirror twice. Twice because I needed to know if I looked presentable and to see if my first glance in the mirror wasn't playing tricks on me. I'm not here to win his heart, go on a date, or get into his bed. I'm here for education. Maybe I'll take this as an educational purpose to make a visit. If I keep telling myself this then maybe I'll start believing it.

I grab my books, and make my way out of the house with an overactive heart. The heart inside my chest is beating so hard, it actually hurts. I'm a nervous wreck just by stepping out of the house. At my steps grow heavy, I drag myself lazily to his door. I want to make it look like I'm not here for him, I'm here to get tuition. On something I already kind of know, but that's besides the point.

I raise my fist three times to knock on the door but each time I fail to do so. The forth time I raise my fist again, the door creaks open. From ajar to whole, I step back in surprise as he smiles at me. Without saying a word, he steps to the side to let me in. I pause for a good three seconds before walking in. Goosebumps struck me as my heart raced. The door closes behind me, keeping me in to his lure. I keep my back facing him.

Any distraction I can get, I take. I look around, admiring the beauty of polished hardwood flooring, and grey and white interior designs. The outside of his house is big but the inside is bigger. About four times as big as mine. I gape, catching the small chandelier above my head. I don't have one. I don't have anything he has, not even close.

"You can afford all this from just being a teacher?" I blurt, completely unaware of my thoughts leaking out like water droplets. He chuckles from behind me and I turn.

"Teacher by day, something else by night." He walks past me, and I follow. What? Should I ask? Do I want to know? Is it legal to ask personal questions? I want to keep my mouth shut but I guess my mouth had other plans.

"What do you do?" He turns and finds my eyes. Guilty. I open my mouth to apologize for digging into his business but he cuts me off.

"What do you think?" He asks, coming closer to me. I'm floored. But I'd rather not say anything that I will regret. Not that I would totally regret it. I'm not here to insult him. Frankly speaking, there is nothing to insult. I just don't want to say anything that will make me look like a fool.

"I'm so sorry—"

"Lady Macbeth. Shall we?" He gestures towards his sunroom where a huge swimming pool sits on the back. I swallow a lump down my throat, nod, and follow suit. We are seated in plush seats of his chairs. His sunroom is beautiful too. You can see the sparkling pool AND the views of the mountain at the same time. It's like his own paradise. I don't have that. Just the views. I'm almost too embarrassed to meet his eyes so I do anything but look at him.

Lady Macbeth. Suddenly, I don't want to hear anything about her. Frankly speaking, that's not exactly what brought me down here. Curiosity now got the best of me. I open my book and pretend to write down everything he says about her but my mind is elsewhere. I nod like I'm acknowledging everything he says. He pauses. I stop nodding.

"So, tell me. Who is Macbeth's husband and what does she do to him?" The question throws me off guard. Well, shit. I know of her, I don't really know her. He strokes his chin, then his lips. He leans forward, waiting for me to answer. Why was I not paying attention?

"Um. Well. I think she married—"

"What did she do to him?" He says, cutting me off. My heart races.

"She divorces him—" no, wait. That's not right.

"Maya. You seem lost. To think of it, your mind has wandered. Care to explain?" Well, where do I begin? I was too dumbstruck on your beauty, your secretive life outside of school, your luscious lips, your...

"Well. I was...um...I'm sorry. I—I think I was too caught on what you said earlier." My voice drops. I look down, embarrassed. I'm not lying but I'm not exactly telling the truth either. I wonder if he caught on? He leans against the chair, and observes me for couple seconds.

"So ask the first thing that's popped up in your head." How did he guess I wanted a question-answer moment? Okay, fine.

"Do teachers really earn this well? You are the rich—" I tap the pen to my lips. He blinks twice. I blanch. My mouth forms an O.

"You don't have to answer—"

"Curious little thing, aren't you?" He states. I blush.

"Curiosity killed the cat," I shrug, smiling. He chuckles.

"Focus on your work, Ms. Vogel. We don't want you failing this class now do we? I'm going to be quizzing you all on her." I close my eyes in embarrassment. And that's my cue to leave. I get up.

"Right. I'm going to google all this," I nervously laugh. I turn to leave but his voice, sharp and dominating, stops me.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Home. I should study for the —"

"Sit."

"But—"

"Sit." His voice drops to a menacingly low demand and the impact of it hits me straight in my groin. My brain fogs and my body moves to obey him before I can comprehend. A small victory smile plays on his lips and his eyes glisten challengingly. I swallow.

"Professor, Benton. I shouldn't be here," I voice.

"And why is that?" Because you're doing something to me.

"Because, I..."

"Get up," he demands, a low growl evident on his voice. My body reacts again and within nanosecond, I'm on my feet. He pivots towards me, predatorily, and I clutch the hem of my shirt nervously. When he's in front of me, I retreat. I don't know what's happening right now but I don't sense it to be a good thing. I make it not even two steps before an iron-clad hand grabs my waist and pulls me back. My back hits his chest with a thud, and I gasp.

This is the first time a man has ever touched me. And the first time he ever touched me. The close proximity of us brings my heart hammering against my chest. For a second, I don't move. Then I feel his breath on the side of my neck.

"You're not leaving until I tell you to go," he whispers into my ear. Something dark, forbidden, and challenging vibrates out of him, and it hits me full on. He applies pressure on my pelvic area, and I fight my sudden urge to moan by clamping my teeth down on my lip. It's not enough. He does it again, and I'm almost on my toes.

"Professor. Please. Let me go," I whisper. My voice leaves me. My body betrays me. The right and wrong part of me vanishes. I close my eyes tight as one of his hand on my waist slides up.