บททั้งหมดของ Collared by Professor Valentino: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Dahlia Carrington~•~Damon and I were in trouble; me more so because there was absolutely no way I could refund his money and I couldn’t drop his course. There was also the fact that I was attracted to him a little too much. I had a dream about him last night and it wasn’t something I would like anybody to know about. I woke up sweating, panting and my panties were soaked.It was not easy going through the rest of my classes. Luckily, I had only two more. My brain was occupied with the kind of relationship I had landed in with my professor. I was basically his sex toy; a person to be called whenever he was horny and wanted to release tension. It was nothing conventional, and now, it was forbidden because he was my professor.I wondered what he wanted to say to me as I walked out of my last class. I was torn between wanting him to call it off or continuing with the arrangement but I dared not voice it out.“The first day was crazy.” Prisha sighed. I’d finally met Prisha in my second c

Damon Valentino~•~“I never expected you to ask me out on a school night,” Juan said as he took a gulp of his beer. “It was just your luck that I have the day off.”“Do you know the kind of trouble you’ve put me in?” I groaned. I hadn’t gotten a chance to talk with him yet and this wasn’t something I could just say over the phone. Conversations on phones always left traces.“Seems like it’s about a woman.”“Yes, it is, you dimwit.” We were surrounded by a lot of women but my mind couldn’t stop drifting to Dahlia. It was so easy to get her wet and it excited me as I thought of the many things I could do to her. However, my profession was hanging over my head like a dark cloud. It was my fucking poor luck that the girl I’d been fantasizing about was my student. Fantasize and student shouldn’t be in the same fucking sentence.“What is it? Don’t tell me she ran away with your money or properties.”I gave him a blank look, showing him that wasn’t a funny joke and he raised his hands in s

Dahlia Carrington ~•~There was something about his polite tone that had me going down the bed and on my knees for him. I was at eye level with his crotch and he looked down on me while I looked up at him through my lashes. “My pretty girl,” he cooed, gathering my hair behind my head so it wouldn’t get in the way.I tied my hair together at the back and stayed on my knees, waiting for him to tell me what to do. I didn’t have any experience with sex which was why I wanted him to take control. I knew what he wanted me to do but he hadn’t said it yet.It seemed like Damon had other plans though.“What do you want me to do to you, Dahlia? What do you want from me?”I knew what I wanted from him. He knew what I wanted from him yet he wanted to make me say it. “I…” I trailed off, unable to turn my thoughts into words.“You have to say it, doll, else we’ll be here all night with you kneeling at my feet.”Damon looked hot as he dominated me, telling me what to do while wanting my consent at t

Damon Valentino~•~Ignoring Dahlia’s startled face, I settled in the water, staring at her. “What? You don’t want me to join you?”Dahlia blushed despite everything we had just done. I was honestly surprised by her. I didn’t expect her to have such a naughty mouth. How could I let her go when she was everything I wanted? I liked her personality, both in the bedroom and outside it; they were contrasting. “No, it’s not that. It’s just that…” she trailed off, looking shy.I wanted to laugh. The Dahlia that told me to fuck her mouth was definitely not shy. “It’s just what?”“I’m quite sore.”“I’m not going to fuck you,” I assured her. I only entered the tub with her because I wanted to help her bathe. “Not yet at least,” I added. “Damon!”“Not professor anymore?” I teased. During sex, she had been so insistent on calling me professor. She knew what it did to me and she knew how to wield the power it held to get what she wanted. She was such a sly woman.Dahlia covered her face with her

Dahlia Carrington~•~I stared at Damon, waiting for his reply but for the first few seconds, he just stared right back at me, making me feel awkward. I was tempted to take back my words. I’d been a bit vulnerable for a moment there…“Say something.” I pleaded. I had laid it all out for him and he was keeping silent. It made me uneasy.He beckoned me over and when I just stared at him blankly, he said, “Come here.”Hesitantly, I stood up and rounded the table to meet him. He pulled me on his lap, ignoring my gasp as he made sure I was properly straddling him. The shirt I was wearing rode up and I could feel my bare flesh come in contact with his clothed crotch. It excited me in ways it shouldn’t.I opened my mouth to ask him what he was doing but he covered it with his own at once, his hands traveling down to cup my butt, squeezing accordingly. I let out an unexpected moan when he sucked my tongue into his mouth, but it brought me back to my senses and before I knew it, I was pulling b