"So fucking tiny," his rough skin touches the smoothness of her wrist. She blushes at his thoughtful gaze and wonders how she even got into the predicament she's in. He was an older man, so old she had to sneak around to see him. He was calloused and aggressive; she was fragile and soft. "Thank you, daddy," her voice...
she's quiet, shy and a good girl. he's much older, manipulative, ethereal and fills the void of her absent father. what Happens when he turns out to be her professor? ☆ not romanticising this relationship but actually showing how easily young girls get manipulated by older men.