Chapter 7 The Empty Classroom

Will’s P.O.V.

In the evening, I’m standing with Jack, Isabel, and Sebastian near the fest stage, helping set up the lights. Well, technically they’re setting up. My eyes are scanning the place for the woman who has been driving me insane since my eyes landed on her.

And then I see her.

Professor Iva.

She walks across the garden in a long, flowing navy blue dress, clicking her heels against the grass. Her blonde hair is open today, styled in soft waves that fall around her shoulders, and for the first time… she’s not wearing her specs.

She looks stunning.

Almost… different.

But strangely, as much as she looks like a dream right now, a part of me misses those damn glasses.

She’s hot now.

But in those glasses?

She’s fucking dangerous.

I watch her as she speaks to a colleague. Her lips move gently, her fingers tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and for a second, I forget how to fucking breathe.

God, I’m going insane.

I’ve been waiting. Waiting for her to take a step. To make a move. To give in to the desire burning between us.

And the wait? It’s slowly driving me out of my mind.

This morning, I caught her staring at me in the garden. She thought I didn’t notice, but I did. The second I took off my shirt, her gaze locked on my body, her lips parted, and her eyes filled with hunger she’s too scared to admit.

That was enough to confirm for me once again that she wants me. Just as much as I want her. And that boosted me even more to break down every wall she’s built around that desire.

Now, as if sensing my stare, she turns.

Our eyes lock across the distance.

I hold her gaze and wink.

She immediately glares and her eyes narrow like a warning. And then, like always, she turns and walks away, out of my sight.

I lean back against the pillar, arms crossed, still smirking when Isabel comes and stands beside me. “Will, you’re making it difficult for her. She’s your professor. She can’t do this.”

“I’m not making her do anything, Isa. I’m just waiting for her to stop fighting what she already feels,” I reply.

Isabel folds her arms. “Still, this isn’t just some girl you’re messing with. She’s your professor. She has a career, a name to protect. This could ruin everything for her.”

“I know.” I stare off into the garden where I last saw Iva. “That’s why I’m being patient. But the wait... It’s driving me insane.”

Sebastian adds firmly. “Isa is right, man. You should stop bothering her.”

“Guys, come on,” Jack interrupts, “She desires him too. If it were one-sided, he would’ve backed off by now. But it’s not. She’s giving in slowly.”

“Exactly.” I nod. “She’s trying to fight it. Her body reacts before her brain does. That’s what I’m waiting for. That moment when she stops thinking and just feels.”

Isabel shakes her head. “Just don’t hurt her, Will. She’s not like the others.”

“You know, Isa. I never hurt or force anyone to submit to me. I control them because they crave it. And Iva is also yearning for my dominance.”

They all fall silent for a moment.

How do I even explain to them what I feel?

This isn’t just a fling. It’s an obsession. A need that’s buried deep under my skin. Every fibre of me is waiting for her to surrender, to let go, to give herself to me, so I can show her what true domination feels like.

What it feels like to be mine.

To be owned.

To feel immense pleasure.

To be punished.

“Let it be, guys,” Jack finally says, shrugging. “Let Will fulfil his desires. It’s not like he’s forcing her.”

I move away from the pillar, suddenly feeling too caged.

“I need air.” I walk away.

A lot of things are going through my mind, but one thing is certain.

I’m not giving up.

Not until I have her kneeling in front of me.

Not until I hear her moan my name with submission in her voice.

Not until I completely and unapologetically own Professor Iva.

***

I walk through the corridors, going to a quieter place to get some peace. My mind is racing with thoughts of her.

How stunning she looks today. Her soft hair, I’m dying to feel it between my fingers. Her waist, I want to grasp it and pull her closer to me. Her lips, I’m dying to taste them and feel them around my dick. How hot she would look kneeling in front of me with my cock in her mouth and with her eyes on me?

Fuck, I’m starving for her.

And just when I’m about to head toward the back garden to clear my head, I feel someone grabbing my hand firmly.

What the fuck?

Before I can react, I’m pulled sideways and dragged into an empty classroom. The door clicks shut behind me, and the lock turns.

I spin around, and my eyes widen as I see the person.

She is Iva.

My professor.

Why did she lock us in the empty classroom? What the hell is going on in her mind? Has she finally changed her mind?

Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, and her eyes filled with frustration, fixed on me. Her lips are slightly parted like she’s been holding back more than just words.

What’s going on?

Is this real?

“Iva…?” I take a cautious step forward, completely taken aback. “What are you—?”

“I need you to shut up,” she cuts my words.

Fuck.

She’s here.

She brought me here.

She locked the goddamn door.

Is she finally giving in?

My heart thunders with adrenaline and heat rushes straight to my cock.

For a moment, I don’t move. I just stare at her, trying to understand what the hell just happened.

I just can’t able to believe that she is finally overcoming her fear and choosing her desires. Finally, I’ll control my professor. Finally, she’ll beg me to cum and take my cock in her mouth.

Fucking amazing!