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2026-02-25 22:43:09
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His Student Mistress Sixty-Two
ZOEY "Zoey, you literally just had multiple orgasms." Professor Beaumont explained to her in a pleading tone, and Zoey had never loved anything so much. How the tables had turned. She was young, and inexperienced, but she wasn't dumb. She knew for a long time that she wanted her professor. The audacity to approach him was what she didn't have. Now, she was going to get what she wanted. "I want you to give me an orgasm." She breathed as she continued to grind on him, making him even harder. At this point, she could feel his erection poking against her crotch. "You can't say things like that to me, Zoey." Professor Beaumont whispered to her, shaking his head like he was walking on thin ice, and he needed to be cautious with her. His hands balled up into fists in an attempt to not touch her. "The thoughts I've been having, Simon. I want you in every way possible it's unimaginable." She told him, swallowing. "Zoey..." Professor Beaumont said, trying to push her off of
His Student Mistress Sixty-One
SIMON “How many are you on?” Simon queried, barely batting an eyelid to Zoey’s gasps, groans, and cries even though they filled his office. He knew she was on her fourth, but he just wanted to hear it from her. “Simon,” Zoey gasped, her voice a pleading whisper as she raised her head from the bent position it was to look at him. “How many times have you cum, Zoey?” He repeated the question, ignoring her pleas because the man was a fucking sadist, and he was enjoying this a little too much. “Please, I….” Zoey begged, her hips bucking in the process as her head hung limply. “You gotta tell it to me.” “Three!” She cried out, and he shook his head, reading through his emails. Zoey remained there, thrashing against anything, and everything, cussing at him, and trying to break free from the cuffs, but she only hurt her wrists in the process. “Professor Beaumont, it’s too much. I’m begging you.” Simon looked up at her as beads of sweat cascaded down her forehead, an
His Student Mistress Sixty
ZOEY Absent was the outspoken little brat who had comebacks, and was ready to give her professor shit if he gave her shit, and present was a girl who was ready to do whatever he wanted. He ran his fingers through the strands of hair again, looking into her eyes. "Do you like it?" Zoey asked him, swallowing a lump that formed in her throat. When she had dyed the hair, she simply thought about what she wanted, but his opinion was all she wanted. She didn't care about how she loved it anymore. "I'd say this is rather rebellious of you, Zoey." He critiqued, and the smile Zoey's lips curved into didn't go unnoticed. "Prior to this, I'm very certain your blonde hair had never gotten close to hair dye." "Never." Zoey shook her head. It was weird doing so in that position because all of the man's attention was on her. It was something she craved for, and loathed at the same time. Professor Beaumont stared at her as though he was searching her soul for something. "Why did y
His Student Mistress Fifty-Nine
ZOEY Had Professor Beaumont been diagnosed with bipolar disorder while he was away in Brussels? That question plagued Zoey's mind longer than it should because while she wanted to tell the man, and all of his arrogance to fuck off, his recent behaviors were scaring her she needed to confirm if something was wrong or it was typical Simon Beaumont behavior. "Don't waste my time, Zoey.” He snapped, and all of the concern she felt for him disappeared into thin air. Two could play this game. “Professor Beaumont, do you think for any reason that I want to be here?” She asked, obviously lying. His office was the one and only place she wanted to be. “You are acting like the only person in the whole world who has got problems. I’ve got problems too, but you don’t see me walking into your office, and acting like a complete asshole.” “The only reason I’m here is because I already missed so many classes, and I have to catch up. Also, fuck if I don’t want to go to France. Fuck i
His Student Mistress Fifty-Eight
ZOEY Zoey stood there, incredulity and hurt clawing at her insides, about to rip open her heart. She swallowed the mass that had formed in her throat. Come in if you choose, or you can get lost. She replayed his words in her mind over and over. He treated her like the shit glued to the back of his shoe, and here she thought the both of them had come so far in their relationship. What had gotten into his head? Anyone with just a speck of self-respect would turn around, and leave if spoken to in that manner, but when the topic of discussion was Professor Simon Beaumont, self-respect, and Zoey didn’t belong in the same sentence. It was a lesson she’d long learnt. The hurt and disbelief she was feeling subsided as she chinned up defiance, ready for this man in every capacity. She walked into his office, shutting the door so loudly so that she had his attention. “Why are you such a dickhead?” She asked loudly. Where the audacity came from, she didn’t know. Maybe she
His Student Mistress Fifty-Seven
SIMON Simon Beaumont returned to work the next day like nothing fucking happened. He acted as though his name wasn't plastered all over social media with videos from when he went to visit Paula in the police station. A clip from when he told her to shut up surfaced, and all of a sudden, everyone was calling him a misogynist, and a narcissist—a term that played in his head over, and over since the first person to ever call him that was his student, Zoey Prince. Normally, when he made his way to class, the students always applauded him because of his status, but today, they pointed fingers at him, gossiping among themselves. "You really are doing a shit job at whispering." He told a student in the hallway, and she gasped, scampering away like a rodent caught stealing food. "I can hear you." He told a bunch of guys who were pointing at him. They were being the complete opposite of discreet which made Simon sad because he was a sucker for doing things well. You wanted to gossi
His Student Mistress Seventeen
SIMON Simon sat in Dr. Emerson's office, his mind skimming around so many things. If Zoey successfully transferred classes, his streak would be ruined and he would lose his reputation in that school. He would be just like the other lecturers. For years, he had worked blood, sweat and tears t
Last Updated : 2026-03-20His Student Mistress Thirty-One
ZOEY Zoey hated lying. Better yet, she hated lying to her parents. It was the reason why as soon as those lies made their way out of her mouth, she felt so guilty and bad. She immediately wanted to call her mother and renounce all that she had said. She was beginning to hate their w
Last Updated : 2026-03-27His Student Mistress Nine
SIMON Simon froze. It had been ages since he’d set his sights on Phillip. What on God’s earth was he doing in his house that evening? “What are you doing here?” He asked. Those were the only words his brain could process. “Is that a way to treat your father-in-law?” Come on in, son. It has
Last Updated : 2026-03-17His Student Mistress Nineteen
SIMON Simon could not believe his ears. Not because of what he was hearing, but because it was coming from Zoey. After all, he was a thirty—three year old man with a dark past. A dark past that involved a whole lot of sex. He was used to giving his partner or whoever it was that threw hersel
Last Updated : 2026-03-21
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