Aiden looked at the first few questions.

1. What is the main ingredient of the pichta decoction?

2. Who was the first to discover and describe the effects of belladonna?

3. List all possible uses of rivanolum.

4. Describe the most important points of preparation...

He sighed deeply, feeling that this might be a difficult ordeal, took the pen in his hand and hovered it over the sheet, pondering the answer to the first question. Instead of writing, most of the time he was just thinking, trying to remember anything from the lesson or the textbook. His mind felt like it was slowly starting to steam as he leaned over the test, his eyes moving over the letters as if he wanted to force them to reveal the answer to the questions with his gaze... and at the same time, he touched his lips with the tip of the pen. He liked to do this when he wrote. It helped him relax and focus his thoughts on the task. He caught the very tip in his lips and slowly pulled it out, biting it.

He was thinking about the possible uses of rivanolum again when he realized that he had been feeling a strange tingling sensation on his skin for some time. Without lifting his head, he looked up and was immediately struck by the absorbing gaze of the black eyes staring at him.

He felt hot.

The Master was looking at him as if he was trying to devour him with his eyes. Aiden felt that insistent gaze flowing through his eyes, down his throat, then into his stomach, and further down... stirring up what should have remained dormant. He was in the classroom, damn it! He was writing a test! He couldn't? think about how much he wanted the Master to--

Damn it!

Feeling his cheeks flush, he tore his gaze away from the man and back to the paper. But the letters began to blur before his eyes.

He wrote for a while, trying to put down whatever came to his mind on paper, but he couldn't concentrate. He knew exactly why the Master was looking at him like that. So he tried not to put the pen in his mouth anymore, but he always did it unconsciously. Some time later, when answering question seven, he found himself doing it again. He pulled the pen from his mouth and involuntarily glanced at the man sitting at the desk, but immediately regretted it when he felt his hungry gaze gnaw at him and once again stimulate the lower parts of his tense body.

No, he shouldn't-- He needed to focus on the test, not on him; not on the way the Master was looking at him; nor on how much he would like to--

But then his eyes fell on another question.

8. Describe the effects of the hallucinogenic ayuhuasca brew.

Aiden's eyes lit up. He knew the answer to at least one question perfectly. He hovered his hand over the sheet and was about to start writing when he suddenly hesitated.

An idea sprouted in his head, initially uncertainly and shyly, but after a while it was growing more and more.

What if--?

But did... he have the courage to do it?

He swallowed. It burned his throat with its heat. His cheeks were burning and his heart was pounding against the gates of his mind, demanding attention.

He knew that whenever he looked up, he would see that piercing gaze again.

He tightened his grip on the pen in his hand.

He will do it.

He put pen to paper and began to write.

Ayohuasca brew is a strong narcotic drug whose main ingredient are the leaves of a plant called psychotria. Taking it leads to hallucinations and severe arousal. The same arousal as when you want your Master? so much so that his nearness is enough to make you breathless. That his touch is enough to have no control over anything. That his gaze is enough to make you hard. In the classroom. Right in the middle of the test.

Aiden looked at what he had written and felt his cheeks heat up with a strange excitement.

Gods, did he really write stuff like that in the test? In a damn test?

He took a deep, shaky breath and put the pen to the paper again.

I have the impression that sometimes, when you are near, Master, this brew circulates in my blood. I feel like you'd poured it into my cup so that I could see in myself what I never wanted to see and what I always ran away from - the truth. The truth that seems too terrifying to accept without fighting with yourself. The truth that all I really wanted all along was to kneel in front of you, open my mouth and spread my thighs for you. And let you into myself with submission. And this truth was hidden so deep that it couldn't be seen even when everything inside you is screaming with this desire. When every meeting turns into a morbid torment. When your body begs for touch and your mind denies it. When you feel like... something is tearing you apart from the inside.

And only now, when I write it all down on the test, can I put it into words. Only now does it all seem so obvious to me. So easy.

I know I should answer another question now, but I have a vision to share with you, Master. A vision that came to me this morning while I was in the shower. I stood naked under a stream of water flowing down my body. And suddenly I wanted... so much that it hurt... for you to be there with me. For you to pull my naked body against the blackness of your clothes - wet and heavy with water - and take me. I imagined the water flowing over us as you thrust into me, burying your face in my wet hair, the sound of the water drowning out my moans, your wet hands wandering over my body and wrapping around me down there . I was so hard, Master... but I didn't touch that place. It belongs only to you. And now that I remember it, I'm feeling exactly the same again...

"The time is over." The Master's sharp voice broke into Aiden's world so suddenly that it took the boy a moment to understand the meaning of them. He tore his hazy gaze away from the page and looked at the Master standing at his desk. "Miss Liddiard, please collect all the tests and put them on my desk." Grace jumped up from her seat and began walking around the classroom, collecting the tests, while the Master continued. "Today you will prepare an aloe extract. Your task will be to extract as much juice as possible from its leaves. In the manual you will find several possible methods. It's up to you to define and choose the best one. Get to work."

Grace placed the tests on the Master's desk and quickly made her way to the storage room. Corey jumped up from his seat as well, but Aiden stayed where he was. He looked at the pile of the tests on the Master's desk with his heart beating fast. His test was at the bottom because Grace had taken it from him at the very beginning.

Damn it! And how was he supposed to focus on the task now, when he would be impatiently waiting for the Master to get through all the tests and get to his? What will the man do then? Will he freeze him with his gaze or... burn him with it?

The Master could do... anything.

And Aiden just hoped that he would be able to hold it.

*

Aiden tried grinding the green aloe leaves in a mortar, but he wasn't very successful. He felt like he was going to go crazy with impatience. He felt the blood rushing through his veins, warming all parts of his body. He was excited and jittery. And with each passing minute it only got worse. He looked over and over at the Master checking the tests.

There was an absolute silence in the classroom.

Everyone worked with concentration, although it was noticeable that some of the students looked tensely at the teacher from time to time. Everyone was curious about their result.

But certainly not as much as Aiden.

The Master checked the tests at a lightning speed. With furrowed eyebrows, he looked through his students' scribbles to add a few words in red ink at the end and give a grade.

And with each test he set aside, the pressure in Aiden's veins seemed to increase. Just like what had been pressing against his pants since the beginning of class, fueled by this impatient waiting.

Gods... what will the Master think of him when he reads this? Several times he regretted what he wrote, but after a while he convinced himself that he had to do it. He would never, ever say that to his face. Saying it would make it all so--

His leaf-kneading hand stopped abruptly when he saw the Master's eyebrows raise in an expression of utter surprise, his head snapping away from the text, his black eyes piercing Aiden right through.

He read it!

Aiden's heart almost stuck in his throat, pounding wildly. The Master looked at him as... as if he saw him for the first time in his life. As if he couldn't believe that the words on the paper could have been written by Aiden's hand.

And then... a dark smile appeared on his lips.

Everything in Aiden jerked, wanting to return that smile, but then he remembered where he was and lowered his head abruptly, looking hazily at the mortar in his hands and trying to remember what he should do with it.

But he couldn't do anything. He could hear a rumbling in his ears coming from his chest. And that was the only thing he could focus on right now.

The rumbling intensified as he looked up at the Master again, and he saw the man... leaning over his test and writing his comments in red ink.

Aiden looked at the mortar again.

He needs to... focus on the lesson, not on what the Master does; nor on that breathtaking, greedy look; nor on what the man may now be writing down under his answer to the eighth question; nor on these... flames curling in his loins.

He tried to grind the leaves, but his hands were shaking.

The Master was still writing.

Suddenly the silence in the classroom was broken by the creaking of a chair being moved away.

The Master got up from his seat, collecting the tests from his desk, and without a word, without a single sarcastic remark about his students' level of knowledge... he simply began to hand them out, placing them on their desks. And slowly, inexorably moving towards Aiden's desk.

When he stopped next to it... and Aiden saw a slender hand placing the test on the desktop and slowly moving it towards him, and he saw red ink covering much of the page... and he looked up, looking along the black-clad arm, up to the Master's face - his stomach tightened into a tiny, quivering core of excitement.

The Master's face was... as stern and composed as ever, but his eyes were like two seething volcanoes from which lava was now pouring out, stacked up and uncontrollable. And it flowed straight into Aiden's wide-open eyes, warming all parts of his body, and flowing all the way down to his lower abdomen.

And Aiden, in a flash of steaming consciousness, began to wonder if he had done the right thing in writing all this to him, because the Master looked as if there was only a thin line separating him from being--

Aiden tore his gaze away from those eyes burning with lust and looked hazily at the test in front of him. He heard the sound of footsteps as the Master moved on, handing out more tests, but the boy didn't hear it anymore. His eyes skimmed over the Master's sharp, cursive handwriting, and with each word he read? they widened more and more.

You love doing it, don't you?

You love to provoke me. By your appearance, by your behavior, even by the damn answer in the test. Even during lessons, you have to pour into me the image of yourself, naked in the shower, waiting for me... to fill you with my cock and surround you with my arms. And make me almost come from this vision.

You can't even just write a test. You have to do it in such a sensual, alluring way that I can't take my eyes off you. You have to play with that pen of yours and put it in your mouth so that I get hard and can't concentrate on the lesson, and instead just imagine how I replace this pen with my cock, how I brush it against your parted lips and slide it into your open mouth.

I'm supposed to be teaching classes, and all I can think about is getting inside you and fucking you until I'm breathless, tearing you apart and listening to your whimpers as you writhe beneath me, apologizing to me for what you've made me do.

"--you hear me? How did it go? I can't believe I fucked it up like that. One point. Can you believe it?" Corey's voice broke into Aiden's world like a nagging, icy needle trying to penetrate the flames. "How many points did you get? Why it's taking you so long to read it?"

"I..." Aiden tried to articulate a word, but his vocal chords stopped working. "I don't know," he mumbled with difficulty. A steaming fog clouded his eyes, and he heard nothing in his ears except for the crackling flames that writhed like fiery snakes in his body.

And they bit him. Everywhere.

He felt like he couldn't breathe as his gaze slid lower, to the blank space he'd left after the last two questions.

Considering your effusive and fascinating answer to the previous question, I forgive you for not answering the last two questions.

And then even lower. For evaluation and summary.

I was supposed to wait until the end of the lesson. I should wait, after all, I have over twenty students under my care and I shouldn't focus on just one. But remember that you caused it yourself. And in a moment you will feel the consequences of your seductive behavior.

I'll take you here. Now. In front of everyone.

Aiden's eyes became as round as plates and his heart simply stopped beating.

Has he gone crazy?!

His breath, his voice, his consciousness - everything within him froze, filling with abject disbelief as he stared at the words as if they were about to jump out of the paper and attack him.

"Have you read my comments yet?" he suddenly heard a dark voice floating in the air.

Aiden jerked his head up, looking at the Master standing right in front of his desk.

Everything in him vibrated with fear as he ran his eyes down that taut, tall body, afraid to look at the teacher's face.

Those words were still ringing in his ears.

I'll take you here... In front of everyone...

He couldn't--

"Y-yes..." he stammered, finding it difficult to make a sound from his painfully constricted larynx.

"Your knowledge of the simplest ingredients is so disastrously low that I am forced to supplement it immediately. Now you will get up and go with me to the storeroom, where you will describe in detail the ingredients that I will point to you. And you're not leaving until I'm... satisfied with your progress."

Aiden slowly turned his head, looking at the ingredient storage door looming at the end of the classroom.

Yes, the Master has gone mad.

"Could... could I do this during detention?" he asked in a hoarse voice. "This is probably not the best--"

Suddenly he saw slender male hands resting on the desktop in front of him as the Master leaned over him, blowing his vibrating hiss into his ear.

"What part of "now" you didn't understand?"

Aiden finally lifted his head and looked straight into the man's eyes. And he felt the lava filling them pour into him again.

Hot. Overpowering. Impossible to stop.

"I-I... I mean..." he choked out, feeling shivers run through him. And the surprised look from Corey and Grace. "A-all right, Master."

He pushed the chair back and slowly got up, taking the paper with the test in his hand and stuffing it into his pocket. His knees were shaking so much that he had difficulty staying on his feet.

"You first?" he heard the Master's low growl and he had to close his eyes as the voice penetrated him and sent another wave of shivers through his body.

Gods... The Master really wanted to--

Aiden turned and moved forward, between the student desks, hearing the teacher's long footsteps behind him, echoing through his body like a loud ticking. Counting down the time until... a massive explosion.

He tried to only look at his feet, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the mocking smiles of the other students.

Gods, if they only knew...

Entering the small room filled with shelves was like... stepping into a thick, steaming fog. Aiden stopped, feeling as if his body had become a string stretched to its limit. And the slightest touch was enough to--

"Keep working. In silence and concentration. I don't want to hear even one sound."

After these words, the door closed, and Aiden heard the key slowly turning in the lock.

And then he didn't hear anything anymore. Except for the loud breathing filling this small space with the suffocating scent of... desire. And... footsteps approaching him.

The Master stopped right behind him, and Aiden could hear his hot breath fanning across his neck, painfully chipping away at what little self-control he had left.

"Now... I'm going to teach you a very important lesson," he heard a quiet, hoarse voice, as if the lava he had seen in the Master's eyes had finally been released and was now flowing down his entire body, sticking to his throat and causing the body behind him... shaking slightly. "You'll understand that seducing me so defiantly in the classroom... can only end in one way..." The Master moved even closer and Aiden sighed when he felt his hands wrap around his waist. "Now... I'm going to fuck you long and hard. And you will be quiet. You won't be able to utter a single moan... because they will hear you."

Before Aiden could fully understand the meaning of the Master's words, the man's strong hands yanked him and pressed his face against the cool wooden surface of the door.

"I didn't mean to-- Please, Master..." he whispered, anguished.

"I said, hush..." The Master's hand clamped over his mouth and Aiden could only gasp into it in surprise as he felt the man's other hand lower his pants and expose his bare buttocks.

A stream of this thick, hot lava poured into his lower abdomen, surrounding him in the form of this hard, tall body behind him, trembling with impatience.

Has the Master lost all his senses? Was he really going to--? Here?

He struggled in the strong grip, trying to free himself.

No, the Master couldn't--!

He wanted to shout out to him to stop! To not to do it! That he won't be able to stay quiet!

But all thoughts fled from his mind the moment he felt the hot, slippery tip of his Master's erection pressing against his entrance.

He squeezed his eyes shut and opened his mouth, stifling a surprised grunt against the large hand covering his mouth as the Master's cock slid into him in one smooth thrust. The man's heavy breathing wafted through his hair.

And then everything ceased to exist, pushed from the boy's dazed consciousness by that hard, vibrating heat tearing at him with unbridled need.

The Master was pushing his cock into him him with short, sharp thrusts, inhaling the scent of his hair and breathing heavy, ragged breaths into his ear. Aiden melted in his embrace, moaning silently into the hand clasped over his mouth. He moved his hands to the back, tightening them on the man's hips that were slapping against his buttocks, trying to push them away, to hold them back, just for a moment, because... he couldn't breathe anymore, he couldn't hold on anymore... but the Master began to thrust into him even harder, even faster, as if he wanted to tear him apart, punish him for everything.

As soft moans began to escape Aiden's mouth, the Master pulled his head back against his shoulder and clamped his hand over the boy's mouth even tighter, whispering in his ear in a hoarse, ragged voice:

"When I feel you struggle in my arms... when I have to press my hand over your mouth to silence you... I almost feel as if I'm raping you..."

Aiden let out a long, strangled growl, feeling the Master's hoarse words flowing down his body in drops of shivers and flowing straight into his spasmodically quivering loins, spreading their heat there.

"I can almost imagine... that day when you broke the utensils and tried to escape from me... through that very door. And I wondered for so long... what would you have done if I had stopped you like that back then? If I took your pants off and pounded into you? Would you have struggled and screamed, forcing me to take you by force? Or would you have submitted to me, allowing me to penetrate your untouched body? Did you... already want me as much as I wanted you back then?

The Master pounded him with a hard, violent thrust, tearing Aiden's throbbing inside with his lust and making the boy almost choke on the scream that escaped his throat as he felt the tip of the man's erection hit that spot inside him, sending millions of sparks through his quivering body.

Tears streamed down his cheeks as the Master smothered the cry with his hand, pressing it even tighter over his mouth and almost crushing his jaw... while Aiden was coming, shaking, and writhing, and feeling like he was going to die and melt and collapse at the Master's feet. His orgasm was so strong... as if the lava that the Master had been pouring into him all along with his words, his aggressiveness... had accumulated within him and exploded, causing an eruption unlike any other. He felt his erection pulsating painfully, the streams of his cum landing on the wooden surface.

Only after a while did he realize that the Master was whispering in his ear in his dark voice.

"You're such a naughty boy. You were supposed to be quiet... What if someone heard you?"

Aiden shook his head, bobbing against the man's thrusts - now even stronger, even greedier.

He felt a hot tongue press against his cheek where a wet tear glistened? and slowly move up, and lick it away.

"Your tears after orgasm... taste delicious," he heard a hot growl pour into his ear, feeling how each thrust sent vibrations through his body, which were trying to escape through his open, greedily gasping mouth, trapped under a strong hand.

And then, right in front of his face... there was a knock.

Aiden felt as if everything inside him froze, including the Master's cock trapped inside him.

He heard the man's hoarse curse "Fuck it!"

"Erm... Master...?" The voice belonged to Grace.

A cacophony of terrified thoughts ran through Aiden's head.

Had they heard him? What were they thinking? Gods, was all this really happening? Was he really here with his teacher, with his cock in his ass, while the entire class was just outside the door... while his best friend was standing right behind the door, probably wondering what that sound coming from inside the storeroom was supposed to mean?

"What happened?" the man growled, and Aiden couldn't believe how quickly the Master could get that sharp, unpleasant tone into his voice.

"Brendan cut his finger. It's bleeding a lot. And I thought maybe you could--"

"Take him to the nurse! And get back to work!"

"All right, Master." Was Aiden imagining it, or did he hear a strange uncertainty in Grace's voice?

But he stopped thinking about it the same moment the man's throbbing erection began to thrust into him again. Even harder now, as if the Master wanted to punish Aiden for interrupting him. And the boy could only jump convulsively, whimpering silently into the hand clamping over his mouth, while the Master pounded him with shorter and faster thrusts, breathing more and more hoarsely into his ear.

Aiden jerked convulsively as he felt the Master's teeth suddenly dig into his shoulder, and a strangled growl escaped from the man's throat, vibrating in his throat, like the barely contained growl of an excited animal.

And then suddenly the Master thrust into him all the way to his testicles, his teeth dug into his shoulder even harder, sending a spasm of pain through him and... the Master came inside him, still making that guttural, strangled growl that vibrated as strongly as his tensed body, pressing against Aiden's back even harder now, as if the Master wanted to crush the boy in his strong embrace.

Before the man could recover, Aiden grabbed the hand clamped over his mouth and pulled it away, catching the long-awaited breath in his aching lungs. For a moment they both just stood there, pressed against each other, panting with ragged breaths in the darkness.

Aiden felt the warmth of the Master's semen filling him and almost moaned as he felt the Master slowly pull his cock out of him and the boy felt drops of his teacher's cum slowly trickling down his thighs. He didn't move when he felt the man zipping up his pants, he was afraid to break the silence that pulsated with their shared breaths. This moment was always... something almost... magical for him.

When the Master's tense body relaxed and the mask of severity he always wore... slipped from his face for a moment, and his warm arms... embraced him and pulled him closer.

Just like that...

Aiden sighed as the Master wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close, removing his lips from his shoulder and pressing them to his cheek.

"You need to clean yourself up before we go back there," he whispered, his voice still slightly hoarse.

"I'd rather not go back there at all," Aiden whispered lazily, wrapping his hands around the man's arms even tighter. "Can't we just stay here? Until the bell rings?"

?That would seem too suspicious,? the Master replied quietly.

"Not with me. I'm the clumsiest student in this class."

He heard a quiet snort in his ear, and the arms around him began to tremble.

Aiden smiled to himself.

He loved to make him laugh.

"What made you write this to me?" he heard a quiet question after a while.

Aiden pursed his lips. "I don't know. I just wanted... you to know. And it was easier for me to write it... than to tell you."

The Master didn't answer for a moment.

"Is there anything else you would like to tell me but can't?"

Aiden closed his eyes and rubbed his head against the man's chest behind him.

"We don't have that much time..." he whispered, trying to turn the Master's question into a joke, because he felt... a disturbing shiver.

"We'll have to work on it then," the man replied quietly, releasing him from his embrace and stepping away. "Now get dressed. There are twenty people waiting for us behind this door."

Aiden felt a cold chill wash over him.

Did the Master really need to remind him of that?

He could still feel the sticky wetness on his buttocks as he pulled up his pants.

How could he go back to his chair and just sit down? Knowing that the wetness in his pants was... his Master's cum?

Hell! He couldn't blush now! He should calm down and tidy himself. And look angry.

"Give it back to me." Suddenly he heard a command given quietly. And it took a moment for Aiden to understand what the Master meant. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a crumpled paper with his test and handed it to the Master. He heard the man fold it several times and hide it. "It'll be safer with me."

"Mhm," he murmured vaguely. In fact, he'd rather keep it as a souvenir, and then read it in the dark of night and remember... what they did today in the storeroom... during the lesson... But he knew that Master was right.

He heard the Master turn the key slowly and carefully.

"Now you'll leave looking irritated and dissatisfied."

Aiden took a deep breath and nodded.

And then the Master opened the door and Aiden had to close his eyes for a moment, blinded by the light that flooded into the storeroom and into his filled with the darkness eyes. He blinked several times as he saw the Master's quickly retreating back as he walked between the desks with his long, purposeful step.

Aiden felt something in his stomach twist with longing.

He composed himself as quickly as he could, pursed his lips in anger, frowned, and left.

He felt the curious glances of several pairs of eyes on him, but he ignored them. Walking between the desks and the students sitting in them, he felt like he was in some strange dream. As if an invisible barrier suddenly appeared around him - a barrier made of the Master's breath; and from his whisper; and from his arms.

He sat dawn on his chair and had to press his lips tighter as he felt wetness on his buttocks.

"Why it took you so long? What did he ask you?" he heard Corey's quiet questions. "I thought you wouldn't make it out of there."

"Me too," Aiden muttered quietly, sighing heavily. That was true, he thought. "You know how pedantic the Master is. He tormented me until I named all the ingredients on that long shelf..."

"They're all signed," Corey said, frowning.

Aiden felt himself getting hot.

"I mean... until I told him what they were used for."

Suddenly he saw Grace peeking out from behind Corey.

"And tell me you recognized them all in the dark," she whispered with a snort.

This time, instead of a hot shiver, an icy chill ran down Aiden's body.

He opened his mouth and closed it.

"She's right," Corey said. "The Master closed the door. How were you able to you see anything there?"

"He... lit a candle," Aiden whispered, desperately trying to come up with an excuse. Gods, why didn't they think of that?

How could Master put him in such a situation? What was he supposed to tell them?

He saw Grace look piercingly at the teacher sitting at the desk, then at Aiden.

"You don't have to lie to us," she whispered coldly, frowning.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Aiden muttered, looking away and down at his clenched hands.

They were trembling.

"I know Master dragged you there just to do something to you. And I don't think you should hide it from us."

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I agree with her," Corey said, and Grace glared at him. "We all know how much he hates you." His friend leaned towards him and whispered angrily. "I swear, if that bastard hit you in there..."

"Are you crazy?" Aiden hissed, looking at Corey with wide eyes. "I would have never let him hit me."

"Have you already forgotten what he did to you when--?"

"That was different," Aiden said. "Anyway..." he pursed his lips, feeling the anger rising in him, coming in waves with each insistent question from his friends. He saw that they were worried about him and he shouldn't be upset about it, but what they said, what they thought about the Master made him-- "Why do you always suspect him of only the worst things?"

Corey and Grace looked at each other in surprise.

"Because he always does the worst things," Corey replied. "You've already forgotten how--" Corey stopped suddenly and looked in horror at the dark, tall figure that suddenly appeared right in front of their bench, casting its dark shadow over them.

"Am I interrupting your conversation?" the teacher asked mockingly, giving them a contemptuous look. "I will not tolerate such insolent behavior in my lesson. All three of you are reprimanded."

Grace pursed her lips and looked down, Corey turned red with anger but didn't dare even look at the Master, and Aiden... breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as he felt... his shadow above him... he knew that nothing could reach him.

They worked in silence until the end of the lesson. Neither Corey nor Grace said a word to him anymore, and Aiden was free to think up an answer to any question they might ask him after the class if they wanted to pursue the topic further.

He knew he wouldn't be able to produce much essence anyway, so he didn't even try. He just lazily pounded aloe leaves in the mortar, remembering the Master's desire pounding into him; and his big hand on his mouth; and his whispers... so hot, so incredibly arousing...

And when the bells finally rang announcing the end of classes, he was almost surprised. He raised his hazy eyes and looked around the classroom. The Master was walking between the desks, commenting on the students' progress with malicious comments. Then he stopped in front of their desks and looked disdainfully at Aiden's almost empty vessel.

"First, you wrote the most shameless test I have had the opportunity to ready for years, and now this. You never cease to surprise me with your incompetence."

"I'm glad I can still surprise you, Master," Aiden replied, looking with his shining eyes straight into the predatory face of the Master watching him from above.

The man's eyebrows furrowed.

"I hope you've learned something on today's lesson - something that will help you focus more on your lessons in the future."

Aiden licked his lips. He couldn't help himself.

"It was a very valuable lesson for me, Master," he said calmly, with satisfaction seeing the man's eyes follow the movement of his tongue. "Thank you for fulfilling your teaching duty and pouring your extensive knowledge into me. And now that I've learned so many things in this storeroom... I think I won't have to take another test."

Corey snorted and Grace looked at him in horror. The Master shot him an icy glare, although Aiden felt that he saw the man's lips twitch.

"I'm sorry, Master," Corey muttered quickly, lowering his head and packing his things into his bag.

Aiden bit his lip. And then he saw the Master's eyes light up for a moment with that flame he knew so well... and that made him shiver. The Master suddenly leaned over his desk and hissed straight into his face, devouring him with his insistent gaze.

"You're wrong. You will be prepared for my every test. So please don't forget to take your pen..." Aiden felt as if the exact same pen had suddenly teased his stomach. The Master straightened up and continued. "And for completely ignoring my order regarding today's task, I am giving you detention. Tonight in my office."

Aiden couldn't shake the feeling that this time, dozens of pens had appeared in his stomach, teasing it.

"As you wish... Master."