Takeshi Ren

As I approach the lecture hall, I can feel my heart rate increasing, not from exertion, but from anticipation. Today, I'll see you again. The thought alone sends a shiver of excitement down my spine. I pause at the door, collecting my thoughts, remembering what I wrote in my journal this morning:

September 15, 20XX

Today, I'll see you again. Your eyes, so innocent and unaware of the depth of my devotion, will meet mine for those brief, precious moments. It takes every ounce of my self-control not to reach out and claim you right there in class. The way you fumble with your textbook, the soft blush that creeps across your cheeks when I call on you – it all feeds the fire of my obsession.

I've added three new cameras to the lecture hall and your dorm secretly. Now I can see you from every angle, capture every subtle movement, every breath. It's not enough. It will never be enough until you're mine completely.

The others don't deserve to be near you. They taint the air around you with their unworthy presence. Soon, my love. Soon, I'll make you understand that I'm the only one who can truly protect and cherish you.

With these thoughts fortifying me, I push open the door and stride into the lecture hall. The effect is immediate and intoxicating. The room falls silent, all eyes turning to me. I can feel their mix of awe, fear, and desire – but none of it matters. My eyes seek you out instantly, drinking in the sight of you.

I know how I appear to them – imposing, powerful. At 6'8", I tower over everyone in the room. My white hair, a striking contrast to my 38 years, is swept back neatly. I feel my tailored suit strain against my muscular frame as I move, a physical reminder of the power I hold. But it's my eyes, I know, that truly capture attention – a swirling mix of green and blue that I've been told can be mesmerizing one moment and terrifying the next.

As I scan the room, I finally allow my gaze to lock onto you. I see your breath catch, your eyes widen slightly. Something you've done has ignited a fire in me, and I feel my jaw clench as I approach your seat. Each step is measured, silent despite my size. I breathe in deeply as I near you, catching the scent of your shampoo. It takes every ounce of my control not to reach out and touch you.

"See me in my office after the lecture," I say softly, my voice barely above a whisper. I know the effect my deep voice has, the shiver it sends through you. Without waiting for a response, I turn and stride to the front of the room. I can feel your eyes on me, along with the envious and concerned glances of your classmates. If only they knew.

Throughout the lecture, my eyes continually drift back to you. I'm hyperaware of your every movement, every breath. The hidden cameras I've installed capture everything, but it's not the same as seeing you in person. My mind wanders to what will happen after class, in the privacy of my office.

As the lecture ends, I watch you gather your things, noting the slight tremor in your hands. Good. You should be nervous. Excited. I am.

In my office, I follow you in closely, savoring the sound of the door sliding shut behind us. The click of the lock is satisfying – now it's just you and me.

"Well, well," I purr, allowing my voice to drop to a dangerous timbre. "Just you and me now, my troublesome student."

I watch your reaction closely as I loosen my necktie, pulling it free with a soft hiss. I keep my eyes locked on yours, letting you see the desire burning within them.

"Turn around," I command softly, thrilling at your immediate obedience. The heat from my body must be palpable as I stand close behind you.

"Hands behind your back," I order, my breath hot against your ear. As you comply, I wrap my tie around your wrists, binding them with practiced ease. The silk looks beautiful against your skin – a preview of how you'll look completely bound and at my mercy.

I press my body against yours, making sure you feel every hard plane of muscle, especially the unmistakable evidence of my arousal grinding against your back. I know its impressive size must send a jolt of both excitement and apprehension through you.

"Can you feel what you do to me?" I growl, my lips brushing your ear. "Every. Single. Day."

I turn you to face me, my large hands easily gripping your shoulders. I keep our hips pressed intimately together, reveling in how you have to crane your neck to meet my gaze.

"Now," I say, my voice husky with need, "let's discuss your... special tutoring sessions. And remember, crying out or trying to leave will only make me...want you harder."