登入Chapter 3: The First Make Out I stared at that text for hours before replying. “I would love to explore it, Professor. When can we meet?” His answer came quick. “Office. Tonight at 8. Deadline extension discussion.” I spent the day on edge, changing into a low cut blouse and that same short skirt with nothing underneath. By the time I knocked on his door the campus halls were mostly empty. “Come in, Mia,” he called. I stepped inside and shut the door. He sat behind his desk, silver hair lit by the lamp, sleeves rolled up showing those strong forearms. “You’re prompt. Sit. Let’s go over this extension you requested.” I sat but scooted the chair closer. “Thanks for seeing me so late. I’ve been thinking about your last text all day. The part about craving experienced touch.” My voice shook a bit but I kept going. “Your lectures do that to me, Professor Crowe. They make me ache.” He leaned forward, eyes darkening. “Be specific, Mia. What exactly aches when I lecture?” His tone
Chapter 2: Tension Builds The next morning I woke up still thinking about Professor Crowe, my pussy a little sore from how hard I’d fingered myself the night before. I typed out a quick email before class. “Professor, loved the lecture. Attached my latest notes on taboo desires. Would love your thoughts.” I hit send and picked out a shorter skirt than usual, tight top that showed a hint of cleavage. No way was I ignoring this pull. Class started and I sat front row again, legs crossed so my skirt rode high. He walked in, that silver hair perfectly styled, deep voice kicking off on passion in literature. Halfway through he glanced my way, eyes lingering on my thighs. “Mia, care to share your take on the reading?” he asked, pausing mid-pace. I uncrossed my legs slowly. “I think the characters crave what they know could destroy them. Like an older man pulling in a younger woman. The forbidden part makes it hotter, right?” A few classmates shifted, but his stare stayed locked on me.
Chapter 1: The First Glance“Professor Crowe, the way you described Heathcliff’s obsession in Wuthering Heights today… it got me thinking about how desire can just take over everything,” I said, leaning forward in my seat at the front of the lecture hall, my short plaid skirt riding up my thighs a little as I crossed my legs. The room was emptying out after the hour, but I stayed put, heart beating faster every time his deep voice wrapped around those words about forbidden wants. God, he was something else at forty-eight, tall with that silver fox hair and broad shoulders straining against his fitted button down shirt. The way he paced while talking, gesturing with those strong hands, made my stomach tighten in ways I couldn’t ignore anymore.Ethan Crowe stopped stacking his notes and looked at me directly, his eyes drifting down to where my skirt had hiked up before snapping back to my face. A small smile tugged at his lips. “Mia, right? You always sit right here asking the sharp qu
Chapter 4: Total Surrender The weekend blurred into pure filth. Darius kept me as his personal fucktoy every single day while Mom stayed away. I woke up each morning already sore and leaking his cum from the night before. “Daddy, I need you again,” I whispered the moment my eyes opened on Monday. He pulled me on top of him in the master bed and made me ride his thick cock slow. “Show Daddy how much you crave this,” he said, gripping my hips. I sank down fully and moaned. “Daddy…. it fills me so deep every time.” I bounced faster, tits jiggling. “Please, Daddy. Use your princess however you want.” He thrust up hard. “That is my good girl. This pussy belongs to Daddy now. Say it louder.” My words broke with every slam. “It belongs to you, Daddy. Ahhh… please… faster…uh….” He flipped me over and pounded me on Mom’s bed again, filling me with another hot load before we even left the room. Later that afternoon he took me out to the balcony. “Crawl to me, princess. On your hands and k
Chapter 3: First ClaimMom announced it at breakfast the next morning. “I have to go on a weekend work trip, honey. Darius will keep an eye on things here. You two behave yourselves.” She kissed both of us and left with her suitcase. The house felt different the second her car pulled away. Darius looked at me across the table with dark eyes.“Finally alone, princess,” he said, voice low. “All weekend. No interruptions.”I felt my pulse race. “What are you going to do with me now that Mom is gone, Daddy? I have been waiting for this.” I stood up and walked to the sink, swaying my hips on purpose in my tiny shorts. He followed right behind me.He cornered me against the kitchen counter, hands on either side of me. “You know exactly what I am going to do. You have been teasing me for days. Calling me Daddy. Showing off that young body. Begging in your room last night.” His mouth crashed down on mine before I could answer.The kiss was hungry and rough. His tongue pushed deep into my mou
Chapter 2: Cracks in the RulesThe next morning I woke up thinking about the way Darius had looked at me in that sundress. Mom left early for another long workday. I found Darius in the kitchen drinking coffee. He looked powerful even in casual clothes, muscles filling out his shirt. “Good morning, princess. Sleep well?” he asked, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine.“I did. Thanks for dinner last night. You really know how to make a girl feel welcome,” I replied, walking over to pour myself some juice. I wore one of my tiniest tank tops and short shorts that barely covered my ass. I bent over a little longer than necessary to reach the glass.Darius eyes stayed on me. “You look comfortable today. That outfit is quite something. Your mother would probably say it is too revealing for around the house. But I like seeing you relaxed. Turn around and let me see.”I spun slowly, feeling bold. “You like it, Daddy? I wore it just for you since we are home alone.” The word Daddy sl







