Thread: It was just one... (Bevatoria and skittish_butterfly)

He could make out the groan, and visualize her impatience simply from the tone of the words, the cut of them as he imagined her saying them to him. Much like she had many times before, as if Elizabeth was looking down on him in the lab again, as if she were the supervisor and him the impudent student. Whatever, Grant, whatever. I'm not playing any more of your games. Good night. The hangup was not a total mood killer, as Grant still felt his stiffness in his pants. With the call ended, he now had his own privacy to deal with his 'excitement'. Before long, his own gasps matched hers, in intent if not in intensity or desire. Grant got up later then usual, and he stumbled through his shower, still wondering if he'd imagined the whole night. Checking his call history confirmed that he hadn't, and that Elizabeth had made two calls to him last night. One received, duration of call - he blinked at it in disbelief. Had it been that long? Had their lewd session of debauchery and humiliation really taken up that many minutes? It wasn't that he was worried about it. Only surprised, and shocked, and as he went through his bland breakfast of toast and oatmeal, he wondered how long it could last. It was one thing to all but brainwash someone, but the excitement would not always be this new, this fresh in a relationship where the balance of power would skew decidedly in Grant's favor. Today would be another important day, another step into turning Elizabeth into what he wanted her to be, what he longed for her to be in the name of his revenge, his lust, his want for power. His day was unsettling. Mundane activities became frustrating, normally challenging tasks arduous, and little bits of time spent fretting over what was going to happen in his lab session. He'd be there late a meeting with the department heads, ironically enough, about what kind of projects they had on the go. And he'd tell them the truth. Officially, they didn't have much in testing, or even in the theoretical realm. What he was doing was off the books, and before he put it on the books he'd have a lot of hurdles to clear first. The first of which would be to make sure Elizabeth was under his full control. Her behavior had been erratic, and he'd have to do something to try to control it. An order, perhaps? Or maybe a sign he'd never get to share what he was doing, at least explicitly. It was midafternoon when he came in goggles and lab coat on. Two students were in a far corner, jointly testing the effects of vapors on a rat. The rat would survive, of course, although were it human it'd definitely have a wicked hangover the next day. Grant wasn't one to test on animals another department entirely, as far as he was concerned, but a concession he would make to get more students, and more funding. It was at that point he noticed Elizabeth. And he did his part by paying her no more heed then any of the other students, even if his mind would have betrayed the lie easily. He wanted to go to her, to ask her what she was feeling, how much she needed to cum again, what she would do for it... She wasn't wearing a hat. Her hair was down. How much would he end up changing her?