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On the outside, the cafe looked small enough for everything to be seen, but the corner spaces were different. In the corner spaces, for privacy reasons, some areas were blocked by partitions. With the seating, this corner space wouldn't be visible to any if they didn't look properly. It was one of the reasons why I loved this spot. That was probably why I hadn't noticed him until it was too late. What was hIris My heart skipped a beat. Both young women whose faces had blanched and turned to the direction behind me. Jean was the same. I already knew who was behind me. It was impossible not to, given that our last encounter was mere hours ago but there was no other choice. I turned around, forced to meet him.Dmitri with his hands in his pockets and a bottled drink in his hand, raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharp and calculating. I couldn't stand to look at it for too long before I snapped away. His gaze didn't linger on us however. Instead, it honed in on the two young women.“P-Professor Sterling,” the other stammered and moved forward, "I-it's nice to meet you. I—”“Miss Winslet, isn't it?” Dmitri spoke and the room felt thinner as he focused on the one who had been pointing at me earlier. “I remember you. My brother mentioned your father to me once when he attended a party. Your father sang praises years ago
Iris “I'm telling you, he has a vendetta against me.” Jean huffed as she took out another rolled omelette from the buffet tray, “It doesn't help that Professor Damon was apparently—and I quote from my mom: ‘a spurned ex of the past once she met my dashing father’. He might not really pick on me but he sure as hell supports Michael a lot more.”“I can’t imagine how that feels.” I nudged her sympathetically, shifting my plate as she made to place some extra sauteed vegetables for me. Amongst the crowd, I felt the stares my way but ignored them. Tuesdays like these were one of the few days that my schedule coincided with Jean’s this semester. That was why, unless special circumstances allowed, we usually met up for lunch.It was usually in a location one of us chose and the decision was done interchangeably. This time being her turn, she chose the cafeteria.Was I completely happy about it? No. But for her sake, I wouldn't mind, even if the gossipy stares hadn't gone away.“I’m glad yo
Iris That commanding tone stopped me in my tracks. I held my breath, but my heart gave an involuntary thump. As if it wasn't enough that he'd singled me out publicly. Ignoring him would raise more questions and seem disrespectful, especially with his voice so loud. I could feel some of the curiosity of the students who noticed his call. There was no way to avoid him now. Sucking in a breath, I turned around. His frame was so tall that I could see him through the gap of people around me. His eyes were fixed on mine through the passing crowd. But… There was no ounce of the previous intensity on his face like I'd seen twice over. In its place was a distant, polished formality telling of a professor. He looked completely normal, like he didn't have any ulterior motives. If I hadn't fallen victim to his subtleness I w
Iris “Yes?” I choked out, pulse racing. Heat flushed my cheeks, thankfully invisible thanks to my dark skin. I felt the eyes of the class surrounding me but they were nothing. Being singled out was one thing, but even more mortifying was that he'd found me. He was no longer on the podium, but had moved closer right below the row of stairs in the hall that led to the back seats. His gaze at this moment, felt impassive and professor-like, fixated on me. “We were discussing the topic of Influential Gothic Classics and are currently addressing ‘The Strange Case of Jekyll and Hyde’. A question that was brought up is why it is a Gothic novel when it could in itself be portrayed as a noir with the right approach.” he said, tilting his head slightly, “Given that you are new and sudden addition in my class, and from what I heard, on the Dean's List, I'm curious for your perspective.” I knew more than enough
Iris I couldn't recall how exactly I'd ended up back in the hall. All I could remember was the way my legs shook, the bittersweet lingering of coffee and the piercing gray presence. Eventually, when Jean returned, I handed over the pastries to her without a second thought. I ended up burying myself in my room for the rest of the following, studying like my life depended on it just to rid myself of the humiliation and anxiety. And now… Staring at the door standing between myself and my dread, I tightened my grip on my bag. Save that incident, the days after passed as usual. I latched onto the stressful but familiar normalcy in order to compose myself, but Tuesday came too soon. And now, it was time for another class. I'd arrived earlier, nearing 30 minutes before the class to ensure nobody else had taken any seats as it was in his reputation.
Iris The pleasure was rolling in waves now. I pushed against the corner, pressing harder, feeling myself get wetter. The image of how he looked in the webcam filled my mind. If I didn't know now that it was him I would have never realised. He looked so proper, so prim now. And he was the same man who made me cum with his voice alone. “Moan for me.” A scenario popped into my mind. Him stepping away from that table, those books to confront me. The same sharp intense glare, if tried to avoid reflected in his glasses. A contradiction of propriety and sin. “Such a bad girl.” his imaginary deep rumble voice purred in my thoughts, half chastising and amused. “You've been staring at me. Fucking yourself on the chair while watching me. You really have no shame, don't you” I bi
IrisI turned and walked away without waiting for his reply. Inside, I felt a strange mix of relief and lingering bitterness. Every single word I said was honest, so was the fact that I had wanted to trust him, even a little. That mistake wouldn’t happen again.I felt his gaze follow me throughout
Iris The next morning, I woke up with heat still lingering between my thighs. No matter how hard I tried to push it away, the memory of last night refused to fade. DevotedDom. His deep voice. The way his thick cock had looked on screen, heavy and veined, pulsing in his hand as he stroked himself
IrisMy fingers froze. I stared at the private message, stunned. DevotedDom wanted a one-on-one video call?My heart raced faster, a mix of nerves and forbidden excitement curling low in my belly.The chat continued scrolling with demands for more, but my focus narrowed to that single message. He
Iris Masked Muse. The username was clear as day, along with the teaser image of my masked face and bare shoulders, save for the faint hint of lace right where my chest was cut off. 'A little teaser for what came next’ I'd called it back when I'd uploaded the photo.It was visible. The notificatio







