LOGINIva’s P.O.V.Open my legs.What the hell is he saying?What if someone sees me?Is he completely out of his mind today?God! He never stops finding new ways to tease me during lectures. And lately, he’s been getting wilder. For the past two months, he’s made a habit of sending me the dirtiest texts right when I’m in the middle of explaining something important. It’s like he enjoys ruining my focus.He’s run his foot slowly up my leg under the table when we sit across from each other in the library. Once, he made me wear a plug to class. It was his idea of focus training. I couldn’t concentrate the entire day.And when I finally reach home, ruined and desperate from his teasing, he acts like nothing happened… until the door closes. Then he fucked me hard like I belong to him, because I do.Sometimes, it’s overwhelming, the way he handles me. The dominance. The hunger. The obsession. But I can't lie to myself anymore.I crave it.I crave him.Even now, sitting beside him in this lectur
Will’s P.O.V.Two Months LaterIva and I have started visiting each other’s places so often that it almost feels like we’re already living together. Her things are scattered around my apartment, her hair ties on my nightstand, her books on my coffee table. I like how her presence fills the spaces of my life I never knew were empty.I cook dinner for her almost every evening now. I’ve never done that for anyone before, never felt the urge to. But with her, it feels natural. Almost necessary. Watching her sit on the kitchen counter, legs swinging, teasing me while I chop vegetables has become the best part of my day. She has become a vital part of my life over the past few months. My life was never this content before she entered it.In the beginning, during the first few days, I thought what I felt for her was just physical and that, with time, I would get bored. But it didn’t take long for me to realise it was something more. Iva isn’t the woman I desire to control. She is the woman
Iva’s P.O.V.After college, I take Will to my place for the first time. I unlock the door with a smile on my face. Yesterday, I visited his place, and today he is visiting mine. It’s starting to feel like something real between us, like we’re slowly blending our lives together, even if we haven’t said it out loud.We step in, and I slip off my heels at the shoe rack without thinking. It’s second nature to me. But I notice Will walking in with his shoes still on.He looks around with amazement. “Damn! Iva, your house is so clean.”“I like to keep things in their proper place,” I say while changing into my indoor slippers.As I straighten up, I catch him staring at me with a teasing smile. He steps toward me. “Oh, sorry, Miss Cleanliness Freak, I forgot to take off my shoes.”He quickly kicks them off.“Never forget it,” I warn, giving him a playful glare.He laughs, and I take his hand in mine before leading him toward my room. “Now let me show you my room.”When we step inside, he ta
Will’s P.O.V.The next day, I’m heading to the classroom, headphones in, thoughts of Iva running through my mind.She spent the night at my place for the first time yesterday, and it still feels unreal.I woke up to the smell of breakfast. She was already in the kitchen, wearing my oversized shirt, humming as she cooked. She even arranged the living room—folded the scattered jackets, set the pillows, and straightened the books on my shelf.My dad hired a maid and a chef for me when I moved in here, but I gave them the day off. I wanted privacy with her. That’s why the whole place was a mess yesterday.She didn’t complain once, even though I know how much she loves everything clean and in order.Just the one day with her in my house felt good.So damn good. It was perfect, and I want my everyday to be like that. As I walk, someone catches my eye.A tall guy in a black hoodie is standing near the garden bench, surveying the campus like it’s all new to him. And it probably is.He looks
Will’s P.O.V.Iva is now lying in my arms again. I feel so much at peace when I hold her close to me like this. I know she is right that we need to talk about our relationship. But I’ve been avoiding it. Every time she brings it up, I distract her, dominate her, punish her, not because I don’t care, but because I’m terrified. Terrified that once we say everything out loud, she’ll start overthinking. Start doubting. Start running.What if the idea of people finding out scares her more than her desire to stay? I can’t see her running away from me again. But also, I can’t keep dodging this conversation. Not anymore.I cup her face and look into those beautiful eyes. “Professor, you shouldn’t worry about anything if we both want this. If neither of us has a problem with our relationship, then we shouldn’t care about anybody else.”Her brows knit together. “But what if we get caught? What about my job?” Her voice wavers, like she’s already imagining the worst.I place a kiss on her fore
Iva’s P.O.V.A Week LaterIt’s been days since our first dinner and the night we slept together, and I still can’t get it out of my mind. It felt like heaven. His arms were the safest place I’ve ever been. The night I slept in them was the most peaceful night of my life.Now, we go out more often, and he always books the entire place—a private movie screening, an empty museum, a secluded park. Wherever we go, he ensures our secret stays safe.In the past few days, I’ve become sure, I’m falling for Will. The way he takes care of me after every session. He is dominant, but he always listens to me when I ask for something. I never imagined I’d find a Master like him, so wild, so strict, yet so gentle and caring. Who wouldn’t fall for him? He is... I don’t even have the words.But a few questions keep running through my mind: Does he feel the same for me? And will anyone ever accept a relationship between a professor and her student?These thoughts swirl through my mind as I lie in Will’s







