Unorthodox Education

Abuse? Desire? Love? The vigorous, masculin Teacher and the coy, articulate virgin... and he will teach her more than she had ever imagined to learn... (NC-17: Rated for References to domination/submission, Sex, Slash, Language) Starring Viggo Mortensen, With Elijah Wood and Dominic Monaghan

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I don't own the characters, how on earth could I, they belong to themselves of course! (Why do we have to state that again and again?) *lol*) Of cousre this is also pure fiction, from my strange mind, nothing more or less....

Authoress: Tinuviel
Title: Unorthodox Education

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"All right! Would you please all put away your pens now!" his determined, smoky voice sounded through the classroom. Raynee shivered, and had another look at the blank sheet of paper, that was supposed to her physics exam. A surge of panic flooded her mind, tears sparkled in her deep jade-green eyes. "Miss Caine, your exam please!" his voice so close gave he a warm sensation running down her spine, she winced and gave him what he had asked for, blushing deeply. But he didn't took a closer view, and continued collecting the sheets of paper. All around her her fellow students began to get up, they stretched and turned into exiting chatter. The usual atmosphere after an examd asd as usual she didn't participate. Usually because she knew she pas passed, because she had solved every task without any problems, and the others weren't exactly interested in that. What they wanted to hear, were stories about failing, about worries. Humans are so predictable. They would have loved to hear the straight A-student having failed today.
Petrified she kept staring onto her desk, trembling, desperately trying to hold back her tears. She had failed, slowly realrealization captured her mind. And from all the subjects she couave,ave, it was his. The new teacher, that she couldn't get out of her mind again. For him she had worked harder than ever, she had done anything to convince him, she was the perfect student, intelligent, articulate, reliable and diligent in an unobtrusive way to be. And now, after month' of hard work - this!
She had just not been able to find a way to concentrate. He had been sitting in the front, gazing around. From time to time he would have given her a smile, and shivering she had been transferred into her world of dreams and desires. Not able to concentrate on anything near nuclear physics.

"Miss Caine?" he asked softly, millions of butterflies answered to his deep, gentle murmur. Surprised she looked up, realizing that the classroom was empty now. She swallowed, then hastily began to pack her supplies into her backpack, "I.. um I'm sorry I..." she faltered, and got up quickly. "Are you ok?" he asked concerned and she turned around again, sniveled short and nodded then. "Really?" he pressed gently.
Raynee looked at her feet, then shook her head. Quietly he approached, she almost could feel the air been stirred up, almost inhale his scent. "Anything I could help you with?" he finally asked mildly, placing his tender hand of her shoulder. Petrified she stood there, not being able to decide whether this was pleasant or awkward, she swallowed hard. "Hmm?" he pressed softly, and squeezed her sher ser slightly, a warm shiver ran down her spine. She shrugged, but then shook her head. "Tell me!" he demanded lowly.
"It's.. um.. it's nothing, Mr. Mortensen, it's just the exam... I failed it!" she whispered hoarsely, he chuckled, "You? You kiddin' me!" he said grinning but she shook her head, "Ok, wait, let's have a look at it!" he suggested, and she shrugged blushing, looking ahead to the humiliation she wouldn't be able to avoid anymore. He picked over the exams until he had found hers, then raised his eyebrows inquiringly, "What went wrong?" he asked concerned, Raynee just managed a shrug again. This man shoved her completely out of line.

"Ok... let get this straight... this is your graduation year, you needed that exam!" he stated, she nodded meekly. "I know!" she whispered hoarsely and finally tears started pouring out of her eyes. "I... really worked hard for this!" her voice was broken from the tears, and she realized that didn't care about her marks or her exam anymore, but the slight disappointment she had seen in his eyes and broken the dike of her tears, she hated herself for humiliating herself like this in front of him. "Stop crying!" he demanded softly, his hand ran over her silky hazel hair. Then went away a few steps, to give her the chance to get a grip of herself, which she took. But suddenly she heard the door being closed and spun around. She had wiped away her tears quickly and he approached again. "You know..." he began slowly, "I think there might be something you could do about this..."
She gasped and gazed him inquiring, "Wha... what do you mean?" she asked trembling. He smiled, "I might give you a second chance, a chance to repeat the exam..." his voice wasn't more that a hoarse, smoky whisper. She swallowed hard, "What... how?" she faltered confused. A naughty smirk appeared on his face, "Get on your knees!" he whispered. "What?!" she exclaimed shocked. "Maybe I overestimated, how important this is for you..." he growled, and wshe she didn't answer, and just kept staring at her feet, he raised his voice: "Now get on your knees, or get the fuck out of this classroom!" She couldn't control the shaking of her limbs anymore, audible her teeth clattere"Now"Now?" he asked demanding, and with her eyes closed, swallowing hard, she gave up on dignity and sank onto her knees.

He approached slowly, like a predator seizing his prey. Finally he stopped, just a few inches away from her face. His hand softly stroke her hair, then forced her to look at him, "Touch me!" he commanded, whispering gently. She swallowed hard, and unwillingly warm sensations ran down her spine. "Don't fight it! Touch me, I know you want to..." he whispered, caressing her face, his thumb traces the lines of her lips. "I... I don't know how..." she faltered barely audible. He chuckled, "How old aru?"u?" he aske"Eig"Eighteen!", "You are eighteen years old, and you don't know how to touch a man?" he asked and a broad pleasant grin grew in his face. She shook her head, "I like that!" he whispered and took her hand, softly drove it over the inner side of his thigh, and up to his stomach. She felt the muscles beneath his shirt. "Open the zip!" he commanded, and too far gone to think she moved her hand to his lap, but he held it and shook his head, "With your teeth!"
Inch for inch her head moved forward, he held her hands tight in his, A warmth radiated from his loins, a distinkt scent, it drove her crazy. With her teeth and lips she tried to undo the button, and when it finally plopped open, she felt an enormous swelling in his boots, insecure she gazed up to him, glancing into his warm, grey eyes. "Go on!" he whispered encouraging.


--- to be continued---

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