LOGINLena
I got to class early the next day. I took a seat at the front row. I could see the way he stared only at me during lectures. “Lena, get to my office now!” he demanded right after lectures, his voice was sharp enough to echo down the hallway. My classmates shot me sympathetic looks. They probably thought I’d landed in serious trouble. They had no idea this hungry man had been yearning for me all day. When I reached his office, I wasn’t wearing a bra. The moment I stepped inside, he locked the door behind me and closed the distance. Without a word, he cupped my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples until they hardened instantly under his touch. “You thought you could escape today, huh?” He growled. In one swift motion, he bent me over his desk. His hands were shaking with urgency as he pulled out his cock. I could tell how badly he ached for my pussy. He pushed inside me with one deep thrust. “Ooh yesss!” I moaned into his ear. “Be quiet, you rebel,” he commanded, clamping his large hand firmly over my mouth while he fucked me harder, his hips slamming against my ass. “Mffff….ahhh!” A few minutes later, he was done. I could see the deep satisfaction on his face as he pulled out. He admitted a piece of truth. That I had infected his mind since the very first day. But I needed him just as badly. The semester would come to an end in three days. Everything between us had become a fever dream of hate and love twisted so tightly. Zeph and I were addicted, obsessed, and completely entangled. His novel was the final battlefield. He summoned me to his office later at midnight. The campus was dead silent. When I walked in, he was standing by the desk, the manuscript open on his laptop. “Last tutorial, Lena,” he said. “Tonight we will finish this.” I locked the door behind me. “Then let’s finish what we star…” He grabbed my waist before I could finish, slamming his mouth onto mine in a bruising kiss. I bit his lip hard enough to draw a growl from him. He ripped off his clothes in seconds as he tore my blouse open, shirt buttons scattering across the floor. He lifted me onto the desk, spreading my legs wide. “Still trying to rewrite me?” he rasped, dropping to his knees. Before I could answer, his mouth was on me. His tongue flicked my clit mercilessly while two fingers plunged deep inside. “Ahh_fuck! Oh my god…” I cried out, my head falling back. Slick-slick-slick. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth devouring me filled the room. I grabbed his hair for firm, grinding against his face. “Mmm… yes… just like that!” He sucked harder, curling his fingers against that perfect G-spot until my thighs shook. I came fast and hard, moaning loudly as my orgasm ripped through me, soaking his chin. But he wasn’t done with me. He changed position. Prof Zeph stood, flipped me over the desk, and thrust into me in one brutal stroke. I gasped sharply at the sudden fullness. “Ahh-Ahh-Ahhhh!” I moaned, pushing back against him. He fucked me deep and relentless, skin slapping loudly against my skin. Every thrust of his dick on me drew fresh cries from my throat. “Ahh! Harder… please!” He leaned over me, one hand wrapped around my throat, the other gripping my hip. “You think you’ve won?” he growled, pounding into me. “I’m going to ruin you tonight.” He pulled out suddenly, spun me around, and sat me in his chair, pulling me onto his lap. I sank down onto his cock with a long, throaty moan. “Mmm… so deep,” I whimpered as I started to ride him. I rode hard, grinding my clit against him with every roll of my hips. The wet, slick sounds of my pussy taking him echoed obscenely. “Ahh… fuck… I’m so close… uhmnnn!” While he fucked me harder, he grabbed my boobs and played with my dots Ist to make me cry out. Our bodies moved together in raw desperation. We were both covered with sweat, but I wasn’t done with him either. I rode on him faster, moaning louder ahhh sounds, chasing another orgasm. Right as I clenched around him, on the edge of coming, he buried his face in my neck and whispered the truth. “I wrote the project because I couldn’t stop thinking about you, Lena,” he confessed. “From the very first class. Your mind… your fire. It terrified me. The novel was how I tried to control it. To convince myself I could destroy the obsession before it destroyed me.” I slowed my movements, cupping his face so he could look into my eyes. “And now?” I whispered, still impaled on him. “Now I can’t let you go.” That confession shattered the last wall. The semester is about to end, so my scholarship will end too. I would have to leave school. I kissed him deeply and started riding him again, slower this time, more intimate. “Ahh… ooh, Elias… I’m coming!” I cried out as my final orgasm crashed over me, pulsing hard around his cock. “Oh my God, Lena… You are everything I ever wanted in my life.” He held me tight against his chest. We stayed like that for a long time, breathing hard, bodies trembling. For a moment, I thought about the power I held now. Either I expose him and ruin his career and reputation. The school would be so shocked that Prof.Voss everyone respected was able to commit such a filthy act. Or maybe, I could surrender completely on my own terms. I reached over, deleted the current ending of his manuscript, and typed in a new line. “She didn’t break. They ruined each other beautifully… and chose to stay ruined together.” I looked at him. “This is our ending now Prof. We didn’t destroy or completely ruin each other. You’re mine and I’m yours.” He stared at the screen, then at me. The cold professor who wanted to blackmail me is crawling to have me back. “You’re truly mine, Lena, and I’m so sorry for my wrong actions towards you earlier,” he said. “And you’re mine, Prof. No more apologies and errand duty.” I replied, kissing him softly. “No more games. Just us.” We both know this wouldn’t be simple. Mom might be so disappointed. Now a cock has changed my entire life completely. But at that moment, it felt right. We had changed each other completely. As I left his office that night, I felt satisfied and forever altered. I smiled to myself cause I completed my mission successfully.Nyra I never asked for any of this. I’ve been trying so hard in my academics. Honestly mathematics has been a tough one for me, but I never wanted a tutor. I never wanted another adult in this house watching me fail at the same subject over and over again. But my parents never asked. They decide for me every freaking time. And whenever they decide, the conversation is already over.All thishappened at dinner, the way most of their decisions do. My father put his fork down, looked straight at me in the eyes and said, “You’ve failed the last two semester ests. I and your mom has made a decision Nyra. Mr. Cade, your maths tutor would be here tomorrow at 3pm. Be ready. We need you to improve.” My mother didn’t even look at me after dad said that. “No distractions or giving silly excuses.” That was her last word. She said in a low voice. “Okay.” I nodded. What else was I supposed to do? I’m just eighteen. I still live under their roof. Arguing only makes everything worse. I hate maths
VeraThe car engine finally cooled down enough. Remy coaxed it back onto the road without a word. The engine still growled unevenly under the hood, but it held us through the journey. The afternoon light had gone soft and gold. Dust clung to everything we had on. Our clothes, the dashboard, the insides of the windows. I sat in the passenger seat with my knees pulled slightly toward the door, watching the empty stretch of highway unroll in front of us.The silence was different now. Not that we were angry though. Every time his hand shifted on the wheel I felt how he fingered me. Every time my knee brushed his, neither of us moved away. The air between us had changed a lot. It no longer crackled with fight. Miles passed but the radio stayed off. The GPS was dead. Indeed, a journey to remember. Remy glanced at me without a word. His eyes were dark in the fading light, the pupils wide, the irises almost swallowed. They moved from my mouth to the side of my throat and back up again.“Yo
Vera We were still on our journey. At this point, I lost myself. I totally forgot that I had a reason for being here. When we drove the car a few miles away from the motel, the car started making a weird sound. Oh please…not again. It was a subtle sound at first. A low uneven groan coming from somewhere under the hood while we were still moving at highway speed. I felt it more cause I was the one driving. The vibration that traveled up through the steering wheel and into my palms. I frowned and glanced at the dashboard. The temperature needle, which had been sitting quietly in the middle all morning, had started to creep upward.Then the temperature of the car light flashed red. Steams began curling out under the hood in thin. Smokes?!My heart is already climbing into my throat.“Remy…Do you hear that?” He was quite nonchalant and silent. Remy sat up straighter. “Oh shit!”Remy looked over from the passenger seat.The groan deepened into a higher, strained whine. A thin curl of w
VeraJust as we got into the car, the storm hit without warning. The sky went dark and heavy in a minute. Rain came down in sheets so thick the headlights barely cut through it. Thunder cracked close enough to make the windows rattle. I slowed to crawl the car. My knuckles white on the wheel, while Remy stared at the barely visible road ahead. “We need to get off this highway,” he said.“Mmm.” I nodded.We tried all the exits, but unfortunately, there were no vacancies. Everywhere we’re fully booked. The storm had driven everyone indoors. My phone battery had one bar. Gosh. We thought of booking a room but the list of motels all said the same thing. We kept driving until the rain was so bad. I could barely see the hood of the car. The weather got freaking cold. The last place we could get looked like it had been built in the seventies and never forgiven for it. A flickering neon sign written ‘VACANCY’ in half-dead letters. I pulled under the narrow overhang and we both sat there fo
Vera The GPS died completely somewhere past our last stop. It was weakly recalculating. It was just a black screen and a soft, useless beep. What the hell? I tapped on it again but it didn’t respond. I rolled my eyes up in anger. Remy noticed and glanced over me. He smiled so unbothered. He smiled like the universe had done him a personal favor.“Scenic route it is, then.” He tried to make jest of the situation. “Ohh please Remy, we have a schedule.” I kept on him steady. Nothing was freaking funny. “Ok miss, we had a schedule. Now we have back roads and whatever the hell this static is trying to sing.”He turned off the main highway without waiting for my permission. I sighed. I hated how quickly the world got smaller around us. I knew this night would be hell itself. Night fell hard, hours past so quick. The radio only spat static and the occasional half-song that cut in and out like it was mocking us. The Silence between us got louder. The physical space between us was jus
Vera I had planned everything. All events today should definitely go smoothly. I had a flight at 8:40am. I arrived at the airport thirty minutes before my flight, exactly the way I always did. I didn’t want to feel rushed. My boarding pass was already pulled up on my phone. My tote bag sat neatly on my shoulder. Inside it was the printed itinerary, two protein bars, a bottle of water, and a small pack of disinfecting wipes. I had checked the weather, the traffic, and the terminal map the night before. Everything was under control.I moved in through security without a single delay. At the gate I found a seat near the window, set my bag at my feet, and opened the itinerary one more time just to look at it. Gate B17. Departure 8:40. Three clean days of driving, then I would be done with this trip and back in my own carefully ordered life.The first announcement came at 8:12.“Attention please. Passengers on Flight 447. We are experiencing a mechanical issue and will provide an upd







