Chapter 17: Communication

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• Submissive Academy   Chapter 59: Unexpected

  I marvel at Aiden’s house as he guides me downstairs, dressed in his clothes—an oversized shirt and baggy sweatpants that threaten to slip off my hips. The house is bright and airy, just like the villa we’re staying at. But this one... it feels different. It feels like a home. The walls are covered in framed photographs, laughter and love captured in frozen moments. I can feel it—happiness, friendship, family. It's stitched into every inch of this place. Aiden leads me outside to a sunny patio, where a large wooden table waits, already occupied by two people. Ali sits with a steaming mug in one hand, a book opened in front of her. Mark lounges beside her, his arm casually draped over the back of her chair. And a chicken perched on his head. I freeze mid-step. "I'm so sorry," Aiden mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose like he has the world's biggest headache. "I did warn you about crazyville. Dad!" Both of them look up at the sound of his voice. "Good morning, son," Mark g

• Submissive Academy   Chapter 58: Giving in

  "Okay, little shadow. Just this once," he whispers, his voice like smoke curling around my fraying nerves. "Relax, please. Your body is shaking with stress." I try to breathe, but it only gets harder when his hand glides down my body, deliberate and slow. "Close your eyes," he murmurs as his fingers trace the fabric of my shirt, traveling lower to where my legs part willingly for him. "Focus on your body. Nothing else. Only what you feel," he breathes against my skin. He hesitates slightly when he reaches the apex of my thighs, a final moment of restraint. Then, with a soft, broken sigh, he brushes over my clit. Fuck. I gasp, my back arching into him instinctively, my entire being unraveling at the mere touch of his fingers. Stars explode behind my closed eyelids, and all I know—everything I am—is centered around him and the sensation he's awakening. He teases me, his fingers feather-light against my slick skin, feeling the growing wetness there and using it to glide over my cl

• Submissive Academy   Chapter 57: Please

  I'm being carried into a house. The world around me is soft and blurred, like a dream. It smells like homemade apple pie—warm, sweet, comforting. Golden lights glow from the walls, flickering gently against polished rose quartz stones, casting delicate reflections across the ceiling. Pictures line the hallway: a laughing couple, a dog leaping midair to catch a ball, frozen snapshots of happiness. Where the hell am I? We float past a photograph of a young Aiden, his bright smile radiating happiness as a man I recognize as his father stands proudly behind him, one strong hand on his small shoulder. There's so much pride in his father’s eyes that it squeezes at something deep inside my chest. Up the steps we go, the wooden boards creaking softly underfoot, into a large, inviting room. Glass balcony doors stretch open to a moonlit sky. A fire crackles in the corner, the warmth of it sinking into my cold skin and seeping into my bones. I’m placed gently onto a massive bed, the cool, wh

• Submissive Academy   Chapter 56: Help

  I lift an arm, instinctively wrapping it around Henry’s neck. My fingers tangle in his light brown hair—it’s soft, inviting. Henry groans softly, his eyes closing as I run my hands through his hair. “Don’t stop,” he breathes, his voice thick with need. He fumbles to unfasten his trousers. My breath quickens, my heart pounding in my chest. I can feel the shift in the air, the awareness of what’s about to happen. He pushes my leg to the side, parting me as he leans closer. Suddenly, a voice cuts through the tension. “Hey, dude.” Henry whips his head around in panic, quickly covering my body with a blanket. “Another one, man?” Noah’s voice is laced with a smirk as he steps into the room, his gaze immediately falling on me. His face falls, his eyes wide with surprise as he takes in the scene—me, tangled in Henry’s grasp, my legs splayed open, my pupils dilated from the drug’s effect. “Danika?” Noah’s voice sharpens, anger seeping through his words. “What the hell? What are you do

• Submissive Academy   Chapter 55: First time

  “Aiden,” I whisper, reaching up to take his hand. “I don’t want you to stop.” “You don’t know what you’re saying,” he replies, leaning down until our foreheads almost touch. His body hovers above mine, tense and barely restrained. I feel the heat of his cock, hard and pulsing, right against me—but he’s holding back. Barely. He’s finding his control. But I’m losing mine. I want him. Gods, I want him. I guide his hand down my body, slow and deliberate. My other hand finds his cheek, softening the war inside him. His green eyes search mine, wild and pleading. “You want to make me yours?” I whisper. “Then take me.” His hand is almost at my hip. And then—he stops me. “No, Ombra,” he says, pulling back like it physically pains him. “I will not destroy your future.” His words slice through me. The crash is instant. I’d been teetering at the edge, ready to leap just to feel him inside me, to lose myself in his skin. And he... won’t let me fall. “It's my body. My choice

• Submissive Academy   Chapter 54: Back rooms

  My heart is pounding out of my chest as I walk slowly toward the toilets. Each step feels heavier, like my body already knows I’m walking toward something I can’t come back from. The red curtain beside the bathroom door looms like a velvet warning—thick with secrets, dripping with sin. I can’t even look at it. I push open the bathroom door and stumble inside. For a moment, I wonder if I’ve walked into another dimension. The entire place is bathed in deep, sensual red. The walls are covered in velvet-like fabric, padded and rich. The black floors glitter faintly under my heels with tiny lights embedded in the tiles. The sinks aren’t just sinks—they’re art. Water streams out of gold-lined fountains in the wall, curving gracefully into marble basins. The toilets look futuristic, like something out of a luxury spaceship, each with its own sleek panel of buttons and soft glowing lights. Too many buttons. Too many lights. I’m far too drunk to figure out what any of them do. I pe