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• 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

• Submissive Academy   Chapter 53: Aiden's POV 3

  Her face falls like a curtain dropping. The instant I say the words, her whole body shifts—subtle, but I feel it. She leans away from me, eyes sharpening with distrust. And anger. Not fear. Not hesitation. No, this is defiance. “What? No,” she blurts quickly, voice flat and resistant. But it’s too late. She’s already standing in front of my father. “Dad, meet Danika. My sub,” I say, my tone serious, anchoring. Claiming. “Danika, meet Mark—my dad.” There’s a long pause. Her body stiffens. Her hand hesitates before slowly extending, like it costs her something to offer it. “Nice to meet you,” she says. But her tone? It screams anything but. My dad, ever the polished diplomat, takes her hand and gives it a firm shake. He doesn’t miss a beat. “Danika. Beautiful name,” he says easily. “My son treating you well?” The question catches her off guard. I watch it ripple through her posture—her brows twitch, her lips part slightly, and for a second, she looks like she’s struggling to fi

• Submissive Academy   Chapter 52: Aiden's POV 2

  I’m steaming by the time we pull up to the casino. The drive was half agony, half heaven. With Dani on my lap, the most beautiful woman in existence, it was like paradise—holding her close and drinking glass after glass of expensive whiskey. It was agony, because I was -and still am- hard as a rock, and can't act on it. I know she felt it underneath her, my hard cock, but I think she got so used to it after a while that she relaxed against my body. Maybe the many tequilas helped, too. "I'm going to... I'm gonna..." Noah slurs next to me as we show our IDs to the bouncer, who lets us in immediately. "I'm going to spend all my money here," he finishes, finally. I laugh along with him, pulling Dani closer as we make our way toward the VIP entrance. Lucas follows, laughing like a goat, Harper at his side, ordering even more drinks. The world spins around me, and I feel good. We reach the back area, where the richest of the rich gather. Millions are spent here every night, and in t