The Mistress' Revenge

"Is it necessary for me to do this?" I asked, not even stuttering. In what light was talking about spicy smut so easy? Were we really that liberal, or have we forgotten how the real world works while being stuck in the stories for so long!

"Absolutely. I want you to write it right now. You have fifteen minutes, and then the stage is all yours..." He says, and I frown.

"I have a writer's block," I argued.

"Well then, how about I help you. I will write you a few lines. You can continue the story from there," he gives me a suggestive glance.

Was this his idea of hands on learning? Because then I really wanted him to have his hands off of whatever this was!

"Professor..." I looked at him, hoping my bad luck wasn't that bad.

"Fifteen minutes," he says, before turning to the rest of the class.

"While we are at it, those of you who have similar problems... You can try this exercise," he begins.

"I am going to come up with a prompt for all of you to complete. It should end with a passionate moment between the two characters," he picks up the marker and scribbles on the white board.

'The night closed onto them, as they rested on the bed. She wasn't sure what to tell him. Only that there was this burning desire within her, and their proximity had brought her to the edge.'

Everyone was busy completing the prompt. The clock ticked. My heart raced. There was only one possibility. Only one way that I knew this scene could end. Hence I wrote.

"Would you say I am any different, if I say I like you?" She said. The soft fabric that veiled her skin slipped off.

"I wouldn't be much of a man when I remain unmoved with you so close," the Duke pulls her in.

Her lashes lowered, as she licked in the contour of his abs. This very man was known to be a beast in the battlefield. Soon they will be at the mercy of each other.

"But I can't let you take the bait, Vanya. What's laid in front of you is a short path to travesty," he caresses her temple as she tips her chin forward.

The soft glow of the lamp danced over her golden skin. He knows if he lets his inhibitions lose, Vanya would know nothing but his own name. He wanted to possess her, as much as she hoped was possible.

"Is it necessary for me to do this?" I asked, not even stuttering. In what light was talking about spicy smut so easy? Were we really that liberal, or have we forgotten how the real world works while being stuck in the stories for so long!

"Absolutely. I want you to write it right now. You have fifteen minutes, and then the stage is all yours..." He says, and I frown.

"I have a writer's block," I argued.

"Well then, how about I help you. I will write you a few lines. You can continue the story from there," he gives me a suggestive glance.

Was this his idea of hands on learning? Because then I really wanted him to have his hands off of whatever this was!

"Professor..." I looked at him, hoping my bad luck wasn't that bad.

"Fifteen minutes," he says, before turning to the rest of the class.

"While we are at it, those of you who have similar problems... You can try this exercise," he begins.

"I am going to come up with a prompt for all of you to complete. It should end with a passionate moment between the two characters," he picks up the marker and scribbles on the white board.

'The night closed onto them, as they rested on the bed. She wasn't sure what to tell him. Only that there was this burning desire within her, and their proximity had brought her to the edge.'

Everyone was busy completing the prompt. The clock ticked. My heart raced. There was only one possibility. Only one way that I knew this scene could end. Hence I wrote.

"Would you say I am any different, if I say I like you?" She said. The soft fabric that veiled her skin slipped off.

"I wouldn't be much of a man when I remain unmoved with you so close," the Duke pulls her in.

Her lashes lowered, as she licked in the contour of his abs with her gaze. This very man was known to be a beast in the battlefield. Soon they will be at the mercy of each other.

"But I can't let you take the bait, Vanya. What's laid in front of you is a short path to travesty," he caresses her temple as she tips her chin forward.

The soft glow of the lamp danced over her golden skin. He knows if he lets his inhibitions lose, Vanya would know nothing but his own name. He wanted to possess her, as much as she hoped was possible.

That didn't seem that bad. This was passionate enough. It would let me save face.

When done, I walked to his desk. I turned in the piece of paper. I realised it wasn't fifteen minutes yet. It earned me a chuckle.

"Writer's block, you said? Well, I hope everyone has a writer's block like yours," he smiles.

"Well. I will save you the embarrassment of reading it aloud to everyone," he takes the piece. For two minutes he reads and then tears it down. I watch him, with my eyes growing wide.

"This was the worst. You need to practice more," he tells me.

"What?"

"That was the most useless spiced scene that I read. You should probably drop out of this course while you still can," he said, and I felt anger surge within me.

What did he know about me? Heck, what qualified him to say such shit?

"Professor, you cannot say such outright mean things to me. We don't have our best days, everyday," I said.

"Pray tell me, when did you ever have a good one while on this track?" He cocks his eyebrows.

"If you want to learn anything, you gotta show up everyday and do better than that!" He says.

"People would kill for the scholarship that you have been served on a platter. Look at Corin. She works harder than most, and delivers," he says.

The fuck was he talking about?