MasukMy eyes jerked open and truly. It wasn't a dream.He was already rubbing on my pussy through the soft fabric of my host. “You can't be asleep while I'm with you. Ok?” He whispered.“Yesssss.” I moaned lightly. I noticed the bulge on his pants like last time… I stretched my hand to touch it but immediately my hand rested on it.He grabbed my wrist and pushed it away. “No you don't do anything I didn't ask you to do. Remember, I'm the boss here.” He said angrily.He held my host and tore the middle. And my pussy laid bare. “Sir! What are you doing? I said in a hushed voice so that Zara wouldn't hear us. “What you've always wanted.. is this how a student dresses for a class with her supervisor.” He laughed wickedly.“I didn't want anything.. I wore this because of the…” I stopped and gasped as I felt his hands slip inside my free jacket and cup my braless breast..“goddddddd.. You're such a slut.. coming to my office without a bra? My face flushed with embarrassment but I quickly re
By the time I escaped from the dining hall and made it back to my room, I was still coughing.I shut the door behind me and leaned against it for a moment, trying to get my breathing under control.I couldn't believe I'd nearly choked on a potato pie because of an email.A bloody email.I read it slowly.“There will be a night class every Friday in my office for all the students in my dissertation group.No excuses or permission will be granted.Failure to show up will be punished by failing you.I stared at the screen.Then I blinked."Excuse me?"I read it again.My mouth fell open."What the heck?"Of course he wanted to steal my Friday nights.Apparently, having control over my weekdays wasn't enough for Professor Adrian Cole. Now he wanted to take over my evenings too.I dropped onto my bed and stared at the ceiling.A night class in his office?The thought should have irritated me.And it did..Unfortunately, there was another thought lurking underneath the irritation, one I was
I arrived just before nine, slipping quietly into the seat Zara had saved for me in the third row of the lecture theatre.She took one look at me and frowned."What's wrong with you?" she whispered as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "You look like you've seen a ghost."I forced a smile."I'm fine.""Liar.""I said I'm fine."She folded her arms."So... how did the meeting with Professor Cole go?"I hesitated.How was I supposed to explain something I barely understood myself?"It was..." I searched for the right word. "...strange.""Strange how?""He spent most of the meeting explaining my dissertation. Gave me enough journal articles to keep me busy until Christmas."I dropped the thick stack of printed papers onto the desk.Zara's eyes widened."Good grief.""I know."She flipped through the pages."He's expecting you to read all of this?""Before next week's meeting.""Ouch."I let out a long breath."That's not even the strange part."She looked at me expectantly."The
I opened the book to page 201 just as he instructed.Without another word, Dr Cole stood up and sat on the chair beside mine and he pulled a folder towards himself and opened it."Your dissertation topic falls under protein biomarker analysis," he began, sliding a document on the desk for me to read. "It's an area that's developing rapidly, which means there isn't much room for lazy research. You'll need to read widely, question everything and avoid drawing conclusions simply because they're convenient."I nodded, picking up my pen."For the first few weeks, you'll be spending most of your time reviewing literature. Once you're familiar with the current research, we'll move into laboratory work."He spoke with effortless confidence, occasionally sketching diagrams on a sheet of paper to explain complex processes that would've taken me an hour to understand on my own."This project isn't just about producing results," he continued. "It's about learning how to think like a scientist. An
I must have opened that email at least twenty times over the weekend.Every few hours, I'd unlock my phone, open my inbox and stare at the same line, hoping—against all logic—that somehow the university had realised its mistake.Supervisor: Dr Adrian Cole.Every single time, the words remained exactly where I'd left them.By Sunday evening, I finally accepted the truth.There would be no last-minute miracle.No administrative error.No email apologising for the mix-up.For the next academic year, Dr Adrian Cole—my greatest academic frustration—would be supervising my dissertation.The thought alone was enough to make me lose my appetite.Monday arrived far too quickly.I was awake before my alarm, though I hardly felt rested.After changing outfits three times, I finally settled on a cream knit jumper, dark jeans and a navy trench coat. Professional enough for a meeting with a lecturer, but comfortable enough to survive a full day on campus.As I stood before the living room’s mirror
By the time I reached my final year at Westbridge University, I learned very quickly which lecturers students spoke about in hushed voices.There was Professor Hughes, whose deadlines were treated as though they were written into law. There was Dr Livingston, whose examinations had reduced more than one confident student to tears.And then there was the law one…Dr Adrian Cole.There was a running joke in the School of Biomedical Sciences at Westbridge University.If you wanted a first-class degree, you avoided three things: leaving coursework until the night before, trusting the vending machine coffee on the second floor, and taking any module taught by Dr Adrian Cole.Nobody ever explained the joke the same way.Some said he expected perfection because he'd earned his doctorate at Cambridge before most people his age had decided what they wanted to do with their lives. Others claimed he simply enjoyed watching students panic whenever they saw red ink covering the margins of their as
“Go on, little kitten, whimper for more. Confess that you've always admired and longed for me.” I should have denied it but I was no longer in my right senses and I cried out, my voice trembling. “Yessss Boss, I have always wanted this.”His cap nudged at the entrance of my vagina again. “Now beg
“Why is it so dark in here, is something wrong with the lights?” he muttered, his hand brushing along the wall as if searching for the switch.Boris’ voice echoed down the hallway.“Hey! Who’s there? Bernard? Rufus?”A flicker of light flashed faintly from the distance.“Yes, sir! Boss, you’re here
“Sir… we shouldn’t be doing this.” I stuttered as I broke out of the kiss again.A soft laugh escaped him, low and unbothered.“Darling,” he murmured, “You don’t sound like someone who wants to stop.” His voice dipped, teasing. “Or someone who wants to lose her job.”“This is insane,” I whispered,
Valerie's POVI wore my best office outfit today. I have worked so hard for today and I can't wait to show everyone the stuff I'm made of.I might be young but I am efficient and passionate about my job.After my usual morning routine. Instructing the staff on the setting of the boardroom and testi







