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22: The Ride Home
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HER PROFESSOR'S GOOD GIRL 22: The Ride Home
IMANII hurried across campus, clutching my bag tighter against my side. My eyes darted in every direction, scanning for two faces I dreaded, Venita and Aaron. I didn’t want either of them to catch me out here.I spotted the bus stop ahead and picked up my pace, relief washing through me. Almost safe. Almost gone.That was when a sleek black car rolled up beside me, smooth and silent. The tinted window slid down, and there he was.“Get in,” Stephan said simply.I didn’t even argue. My body moved before my mind did, tugging the door open and slipping inside. The familiar scent of his cologne wrapped around me, sharp and intoxicating, and I sank into the leather seat with a shaky breath.We drove in silence for a few minutes, the low hum of the engine filling the space between us. I kept my gaze fixed on the window, pretending to be fascinated by the blur of students and buildings passing by.Then his voice cut through. “Who was the boy sitting beside you in class?”My heart stutter
HER PROFESSOR'S GOOD GIRL 21: A Secret Admirer
IMANILunch was horror.I sat through it like a ghost, hands in my lap, food untouched on the plate in front of me. The noise around the table was loud, laughter, jokes, Valeria’s shrill voice carrying above the rest. But inside my head, everything was muffled, like I was underwater.What the fuck is this!Aaron sat beside me, too close, his arm brushing mine whenever he leaned back. His smirk never faded. Every second stretched, every breath too heavy.“Aaron, please let me go,” I begged.“Come on, relax,” he said to me. “Damn, you are so uptight,” he rolled his eyes comically.“She is always like that,” Valerie chipped in. “Never knowing how to have fun,” she tsked. Soon his friends joined us, sliding into chairs with loud greetings, all of them drawn to Valeria’s side of the table. She thrived under their attention, tossing her hair, making jokes at my expense whenever she could squeeze them in.It didn’t matter. Their disinterest in me was written all over their faces. They ba
HER PROFESSOR'S GOOD GIRL 20: Her Torturers
IMANIAfter a very… eventful weekend, we were heading back to the states.I sat curled into my seat, staring out at the clouds drifting by, still sore in places I couldn’t admit out loud. Mom’s laugh snapped me back. She leaned into Declan, clutching his arm, her voice a little too high-pitched. “Honestly, this was the best romantic vacation I’ve ever had,” she cooed, leaning into Declan. “Seychelles was perfect. We should go again.” She said eagerly.Declan smiled, kissing her temple. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” Then he turned, his voice warm, reaching toward Stephan and me. “And what about you two? Did you have a nice time?”My throat went dry. Nice time? I probably had the nicest time of all, getting wrecked, gagged, cuffed, and cumming over and over until I forgot my own name. Heat shot straight to my cheeks. I forced my lips shut, praying he wouldn’t—“I’d say we had more than a nice time,” Stephan answered smoothly, leaning back in his seat like the words meant nothing
HER PROFESSOR'S GOOD GIRL 19: Only The Beginning
IMANIStephan didn’t wait long.The blindfold slipped from my eyes, light rushing back in, and then the cuffs were unlocked. I barely had time to catch my breath before he was moving again, looping the satin blindfold into a knot and binding my wrists tightly behind me.“On all fours,” he ordered.I obeyed, knees sinking into the mattress, my cheek pressed to the sheets. My legs were still trembling, my core pulsing with need, wetness spilling out of me with every shift. I wanted, fuck, I needed something… anything inside me. Stephan’s low chuckle filled the room. “Look at you,” he said, sliding his palm down my back, then cupping my ass in one firm squeeze. “Dripping. Squirming. Desperate. You want to be filled so bad, don’t you, Kitten?”A whimper caught in my throat. I nodded, helpless.Then from the corner of my eye, I saw him lift the bright red ball gag. My stomach flipped.“No, please—” I started, but the leather strap was already sliding around my face. The ball pressed b
HER PROFESSOR'S GOOD GIRL 18: Just Getting Started
IMANII knelt on the bed, the lingerie clinging tight to my skin, my hands trembling in my lap. My knees sank into the sheets, my body tense, waiting.Stephan didn’t rush. One by one, he laid out the things he had sent me, the cuffs, the blindfold, the gag, spreading them carefully on the bed like tools he planned to use on me. And I knew he was. My chest rose and fell too quickly as my eyes darted over them, my mouth going dry.He began to circle me, slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking prey. His presence pressed against me from every angle, the sound of his shoes against the floorboards making my skin prickle.“You exist for my pleasure,” he said, his tone calm but cutting through me like a blade. “That’s your only purpose when I want you.”Heat rushed through me, shame and arousal twisting until I couldn’t tell the difference.I should feel extremely insulted by those words but instead, I was turned on. He came to a stop in front of me, lifting the silk blindfold. “Eye
HER PROFESSOR'S GOOD GIRL 17: Get On The Bed
IMANISeychelles felt like a dream.Just one day that I’ve been here and it’s been amazing. I stepped out onto the villa’s balcony barefoot, the warm air kissing my skin, carrying the salt of the sea. It was almost unreal, this kind of beauty, this kind of luxury. Later on, when I came out of the bathroom after freshening up, Mom’s voice snapped me out of my haze.“Declan, take my picture—no, from this angle. Yes, I want to post it on the gram. Everyone should know I’m living life.”Declan I’m sure obediently shifted and took her pictures. He was so indulgent. I rolled my eyes quietly and slipped into a sundress. By the time I made my way to the open-air dining area, the sun was already warm on my skin.Stephan was already there.Leaning back with a glass of orange juice in hand, his sunglasses pushed low enough that I could see his eyes tracking me through the rim of the glass. My stomach tightened under his stare.“Imani!” Declan’s voice broke the moment. He set his phone down
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