Chapter 8His Girl"Yes, I'm happy. You take care of me, you protect me, you make all the difficult decisions so I don't have to worry about them." Emma moved closer to him. "Why are you asking me this?""Because I need to know that you're here by choice, not just because you feel you have no other options.""I am here by choice."Alexander was quiet for a long moment, still studying her face. "Emma, I need to ask you something, and I want you to be completely honest with me.""Okay.""Do you think I do this with all my female students?"Emma's breath caught. The question she'd been afraid to ask, the doubt that had crept into her mind during quiet often."I don't know," she said quietly. "Do you?""What do you think?""I think..." Emma paused, choosing her words carefully. "I think you're very good at reading people. At knowing what they need and how to provide it. I think you saw that I was desperate and vulnerable, and you offered me exactly what I craved most."Alexander nodded sl
Chapter 7 Marked As His: Six months later, Emma stood in the university's main auditorium, looking out at an audience of faculty, graduate students, and research professionals. Her hands were steady as she clicked to her final slide, concluding the presentation of her research findings. "In conclusion," she said, her voice clear and confident, "the integration of trauma-focused cognitive behavioral therapy with narrative exposure techniques shows significant improvement in long-term recovery outcomes for abuse survivors. The data suggests that this combined approach could revolutionize how we treat complex PTSD." The applause was enthusiastic. Emma could see Alexander in the front row, his expression proud and satisfied. Several faculty members were nodding approvingly, and she spotted representatives from three major research foundations taking notes. "Thank you for your attention," Emma said. "I'll now take questions." Hands shot up around the room. For the next thirty minutes
Chapter 6: Private Lessons: As they reached the bedroom and entered, closing the door behind them, Alexander turned to face Emma, his eyes glinting with a mix of desire and command. "Strip for me," he ordered, his voice low and firm. Emma hesitated for a moment, a blush rising to her cheeks. But seeing the expectant look on Alexander's face, she knew she had no choice but to obey. Slowly, she reached for the hem of her black dress and pulled it over her head, letting it drop to the floor, leaving her standing before him in just her bra and panties. Alexander's gaze roamed appreciatively over her body, taking in every curve in her body. "All of it," he demanded. Swallowing hard, Emma reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it slide down her arms and fall away. Her nipples were already stiff peaks, betraying her arousal. Finally, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pushed them down her legs, stepping out of them. Now completely bare, Emma s
Chapter 5 The First Lesson: Emma melted against him, her body responding instinctively to his dominance. When Alexander's tongue traced her lower lip, she opened for him immediately, gasping at the intimacy of the contact. "Good girl," Alexander murmured against her lips. "You respond so beautifully to direction." The praise sent warmth flooding through her. She'd never realized how much she craved approval until Alexander started giving it to her. "Stand up," Alexander commanded softly. Emma obeyed immediately, her legs shaky but her resolve firm. Alexander remained seated, studying her with those penetrating eyes. "Take down your hair." Emma reached up and removed the pins holding her updo in place, letting her dark hair fall around her shoulders. Alexander watched every movement with obvious appreciation. "Beautiful," he said. "Now come here." Emma stepped closer, and Alexander guided her to stand between his knees, his hands resting on her hips. "This is how it's going
Chapter 4:The Real Education:Emma stood outside Alexander's house at exactly 8 PM, her hands shaking as she checked her reflection in her phone camera one more time. She'd chosen a simple black dress that was elegant but not too formal, and she'd spent an hour on her hair and makeup.The house was impressive - a modern two-story home in the most exclusive part of Valdoria's faculty district. Large windows glowed with warm light, and the landscaping was perfect. Everything about it suggested success and sophistication.She rang the doorbell, and Alexander opened it almost immediately. He was wearing dark jeans and a white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, more casual than she'd ever seen him but somehow even more attractive."Emma," he said, his eyes appreciative as they took in her appearance. "You look beautiful.""Thank you." She felt heat rise in her cheeks under his intense gaze."Come in." Alexander stepped aside to let her enter, and Emma found herself in a spaciou
Chapter 3: Crossing Lines: Emma's alarm went off at 6 AM sharp, just like Alexander had programmed into her new schedule. She'd been following his detailed daily routine for two weeks now, and her body had adapted to the strict timing. Early to bed, early to rise, structured meals, scheduled exercise. She had to admit it was working. Her energy levels were higher, her focus sharper, and her research productivity had increased dramatically. The literature review she'd submitted had been returned with only minor corrections - a victory compared to her previous work. But it was the personal attention from Alexander that was affecting her most. Their twice-weekly supervision meetings had evolved into something much more intense than academic discussions. Yesterday, he'd spent twenty minutes critiquing not just her writing style but her posture while she worked, the way she organized her notes, even how she held her pen. "Details matter, Emma," he'd said, standing behind her chair an