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Submissive Academy Chapter 67: Silent order
My nerves skyrocket. He hasn’t kissed me since the hospital. Not once. He refuses to take the risk. Sarah was on the plane with us — and even though we never saw her, Aiden wouldn't even brush his fingers against mine. Back on university grounds, he slid back into his dom role like armor slipping into place. I ache to feel his lips on mine again. I crave the searing heat only he can ignite inside me. But I know I have to hold myself back. I lower my head in submission. He won’t use his voice. Not yet. Then how will I know what he wants from me? Ms. Lovelace turns the music up, a sultry beat filling the darkened room, cocooning us all in a cloud of dark, throbbing sexual tension. I feel him before I hear him. A hand lifts my chin with a slow, commanding touch. His thumb brushes across my lips — soft, reverent — lingering there like a silent kiss before releasing me. I barely hold in a shiver. A moment later, he tugs gently on a strand of my hair, twisting it between his finge
Submissive Academy Chapter 66: Class
The last time I woke up in this bed was after the rugby match. It feels like another lifetime ago. I sit up before Isla even stirs. I snuck in last night, slipping under the covers without anyone noticing. Aiden and I took his private jet back, though I slept for most of the trip. I’m still weak. Thick bandages wrap around my ribs, and I’m sure the gossip in this place has already hit a fever pitch. I get ready like I used to, slipping into my school uniform, dabbing on a new pomegranate-flavored lip gloss — a gift from my Dom, whose favorite fruit just happens to be pomegranate. I’m curling my hair into loose waves when I hear Isla groan awake. She twists and turns like she’s wrestling her way out of a coma, mumbling something incoherent. When she catches sight of the open curtain and sees me standing there, she bolts upright, wiping drool from her mouth. “AAAAAAAAAHH!” She shrieks, launches out of bed — in nothing but a shirt and a thong — and crashes into me, wrapping me in
Submissive Academy Chapter 65: I can't believe my ears
There’s a persistent beeping that pulls me out of sleep. It’s jarring, an annoying little peep that gets louder and louder, until I can no longer ignore it. I groggily blink my eyes open, the world around me slow to come into focus. When the white ceiling above me comes into view, everything comes rushing back. My side throbs with dull, steady pain, and I can feel thick bandages wrapped around my torso, the discomfort of healing tissues pressing into my ribs. My throat is dry, a roughness there that reminds me of how much I need water—or maybe another glass of orange juice. The thought of it makes my mouth water slightly. I turn my head to the side, looking for the source of the quiet chaos. Aiden. He’s seated next to me, about two meters away. His back is half-turned toward me, absorbed in the newspaper spread out over his legs. He’s wearing a shirt now, but still in his grey sweatpants. His hair is a mess, tousled in a way that suggests he hasn’t even bothered to fix it, though
Submissive Academy Chapter 64: A visitor
After a few hours, I stir awake. My throat feels raw, like I’ve swallowed sandpaper. Every swallow burns deep, scraping along the inside of my neck. Aiden is still plastered around me, clinging tightly even in sleep. His face is so peaceful, soft snores slipping past parted lips. He looks so innocent like this — like nothing could ever hurt us. Gently, I untangle myself from his hold, moving inch by inch, terrified of waking him. When I finally free myself, I tiptoe toward his closet, the wooden floorboards creaking faintly under my bare feet. Inside, I dig around and pull out the longest shirt I can find — a white one, worn and soft, falling down to my thighs. I grab a pair of his black boxers too, tugging them on to cover myself. My eyes catch on the shredded remains of the lingerie he tore apart earlier. Heat flushes my cheeks. Quietly, I slip from his bedroom, the door clicking softly behind me. The house is bathed in darkness. Shadows stretch long across the walls. The air
Submissive Academy Chapter 63: The rules
I feel Aiden's smirk. "Do you want me to touch you?" he asks, so soft, so devastatingly tempting. I'm on the verge of exploding. If he doesn’t touch me soon, I’ll end up just like last night—delirious, wrecked, out of my mind with need. "Yes," I breathe, already slick with want. I’m still on my elbows and lower legs, perfectly displayed for him. All he has to do is slide his hand down... just a little... He's so close. But he chuckles lowly, a sound that vibrates through my bones. "I'm not going to do that," he answers simply. My head swivels toward him instinctively, though the blindfold still cloaks me in blackness. "One more time," I whisper, my voice carrying a desperate edge as I open my legs wider in invitation. My nipples are tight, painfully hard. My stomach coils and uncoils like a storm raging inside me. "Look who's becoming the negotiator," Aiden murmurs, his voice hot and thick, coming from the direction of my open thighs. He’s staring at me—I feel it. Drinking me i
Submissive Academy Chapter 62: Spanking
The door slams shut, and the sound reverberates through my bones. “Take off your dress.” Aiden’s voice cuts through the thick air, low and commanding. It’s not a request. It’s an order, rich with the promise of what’s to come. His tone is darker now—gravel scraping against silk, already dripping with lust and dominance. Trembling slightly, I bite my lip and obey. The soft rustle of fabric slipping off my skin feels deafening in the charged silence. Aiden flicks on the bedside lamp, flooding the room in a molten orange glow. The light licks my bare skin, making the black lingerie I found earlier look even more sinful—thin lace barely veiling my nipples, a thong so tiny it’s practically an invitation. Designed for punishment. Designed for him. He stalks toward me, his gaze searing a trail down my body. There’s a feral pride in his eyes—like he’s possessed by the sight of me. He stops inches away, tucking a loose strand of my hair over my shoulder, fully baring my breasts to him
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