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2025-10-10 17:59:00For the first time in hours, I didn’t want to see what happened next.
Didn’t want to watch her hands shake.Didn’t want to see the exact moment Floris started to wonder if I was just another monster in a better suit.I sat there in the dark with the hum of the server cooling fans and the ache crawling up my spine like something feral trying to get out. I told myself it was nothing. Just a test. Just information.But my fingers were already dialing the only number I shouldn’t have called.“To what do I owe this call,” came the dry voice on the other end. “Let me guess. She’s in the vault.”“Sia’s talking to her.”“Ah.” A pause. “You turned off the feed?”I didn’t answer.“So you’re spiraling.”“No.”“Eric.”I swallowed the word like it tasted wrong. “Yes.”“Do you want me to ask what you think she’s saying?”“She’s telling her everything. The collar. The contract. The tape.” I stared at the edge of my desk like it might cut me.
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Bend me over, Professor 109
She was sharper than usual. “Why the hell are you creeping into my room?”I didn’t flinch. Didn’t need to. Let her throw sparks. Let her pretend she still had control. I stepped forward slowly—no rush, no need for theatrics. Her body always answered before her mouth did. I could already see it in the flicker of her breath, the way she held herself stiff and waiting. She wouldn’t run. She couldn’t.“I’m here,” I said, watching the tension ripple across her shoulders, “to reward you.”Her arms dropped. Just like that. “Reward me?”I let my gaze roam, slow and deliberate, taking in every tremor, every part of her trying—and failing—to stay defiant. “For being a good girl.”She blinked like it caught her off guard. “I don’t—”“For doing what I trained you to do,” I continued, pacing each word with precision. “Observe. Adapt. Disobey when it matters.”“That wasn’t—” she stammered, her face coloring fast. She was already unraveling.I didn’t let her finish.
Bend me over, Professor 108
I didn’t have time to think about the conversation with Floris on the rooftop—her stories about normal families and dead parents, that look in her eyes when I mentioned never having a childhood. Because at 2:47 AM, my phone lit up with alerts that made my blood run cold.Someone had breached my system. Again.I’d been awake for eighteen hours straight, surviving on espresso and corporate-grade paranoia, trying to trace digital footprints that kept disappearing like smoke. Whoever was doing this knew exactly what they were looking for and how to cover their tracks.“Fuck,” I muttered, watching another trace route dead-end in a VPN maze. “This is professional work.”By morning, I was running on fumes and fury. When Sia and Floris walked into my office, I probably looked like I’d been hit by a truck driven by insomnia and rage.“We have a problem,” I announced without preamble.“Good morning to you too,” Floris s
Bend me over, Professor 107
I let the cameras run.She hadn’t spoken to anyone all day—at least not in a way that mattered. Just spreadsheets and silence. But I watched her posture change as she slumped onto her bed like gravity had given up on her.Then her phone rang abd I already knew the caller. Jake. The reason she stayed. The reason she obeyed—mostly. The reason I hadn’t broken her yet.She answered fast. “Jake?”His voice filled the speakers in my office. Stronger than I remembered. “Hey, sis. Just wanted to check in.”She sat up straighter. Eyes wet, lips trembling like she was afraid to feel hope.They talked. About food, blood cell counts, cafeterias. They… laughed.She didn’t laugh like that with me.It wasn’t the conversation that caught me off guard—it was what it did to her. The armor slipped. The girl underneath the mouth and defiance came up for air. She talked like someone who still believed in the future.I leaned forward, watching her face like i
Bend me over, Professor 106
I shouldn’t have fucked her in the car.Not because I regret it. Not because it was messy or impulsive or crossed another line I swore I’d never bend for anyone.But because now I can’t stop remembering how she looked when she came. Like it cost her something. Like she was giving herself over and daring me not to ruin it.She didn’t beg. Not in words. But her body did. Her mouth, her breath, the way she dug her nails into my neck like she could anchor us both to reality. It was desperation and devotion tangled in skin.And I gave in.Now I’m in the gym, pounding out the memory like it’s a toxin. My fists slam against the bag hard enough that my knuckles throb through the wraps. One. Two. Again. Sweat drips into my eyes, salt stinging, but I don’t wipe it. I deserve the burn. I welcome it.I’ve brought plenty of women to that tower. None of them touched me like she did. None of them made me forget myself in the backseat of a damn car, not even b
Bend me over, Professor 105
My mother had dissected women before, but tonight was surgical. Cold. Clinical. That line—“This girl seems rather untamed”—wasn’t casual. It was a bullet in a silk sheath.Floris flinched. I saw it. So did Helena. That was the point.The car ride was silent. The kind of silence that’s not just absence—it’s containment. My hands were locked around the steering wheel, white-knuckled, knuckles aching.Helena had gotten to me. And she knew it. She always knew.“There’s a Javanese place up ahead,” I said finally, tone clipped. “You hungry?”I already knew she was. Her vitals were still elevated from dinner. Her glucose read low on the implant. She hadn’t eaten since midday.“Yeah, I could eat.”We pulled in. A place I knew—quiet, local, real. Nothing like the poison palace we’d just escaped. I read the menu without really seeing it.We ate in the car. No table. No ceremony. Just two people sitting in the dark, pretending this was normal.She spoke firs
Bend me over, Professor 104
“What the hell are you wearing?”Floris looked down at her outfit like she’d forgotten she was dressed. Black leather pants that could’ve been painted on and some tragic sweater that looked like it had survived a nuclear winter.“Clothes?” she said, all innocent confusion.“That’s debatable.” I ran a hand through my hair. “What was going through Sia’s mind when she helped you pick this disaster?”“Sia wasn’t helping me. I don’t know where she is.”Of course. Where the hell was Sia when I needed her the most? “You have horrible style,” I said bluntly.“Thanks. Really boosts the confidence.”“Get back to your room. I’ll pick out your outfit.”She crossed her arms. “This is very much family dinner appropriate.”“Yeah, when your family’s part of a biker gang or runs a meth lab.” I was already heading toward her closet. “My mother will take one look at those pants and assume I’m dating a dominatrix
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