Lahat ng Kabanata ng Tied Up By My Hot Professor: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

I rush down the hallway toward my next class, knowing I'm already late for math with Professor Jameson. By far, out of all the teachers, she is the nicest of them.Not to mention, she teaches both math and English, the two normal subjects at this God-forsaken school.After Oak spanked me over his knee, I had to rush back to my dorm, dress as fast as I could, and run back out.He is insane. He may be hot as hell, and at first, the idea of being bent over daily and spanked by such a dominant, sexy man fed a dark fantasy of mine, but as our lessons carried on, I wondered what he was getting out of it. Now, it seems he's changed tactic, which I'm reminded of as I glance down at my still red fingers. My skin crawls at the memory of how much blood there was on that floor. I've tried to scrub the blood off them, but I didn't have enough time.When I first met Oak, I couldn't stop thinking about how good it would be to cross the line between teacher and student, but the saying, be careful wha

I flex my chest muscles, stretching out my back, as I watch the clock's hand strike one o'clock in the afternoon.Time for my lesson with Eva.My fingers drum impatiently on the desk as I wait for her to arrive. Eva has been late for every one of our discipline sessions since we started just over two weeks ago, and it doesn't matter how much I try to instill that fear in her. She will not bend to my will.She's stronger than expected. Every time I punish her, I come that much closer to snapping the line I have on my control. It's as if she's trying to taunt the beast to come out to play. After our first session, I assumed she may have worn more discreet underwear, but she wears the same skimpy little thongs each time.After yesterday's in the chapel and then in the corridor, I fear she may not turn up. The fear in her eyes was as real as I've ever seen it, and it made me sick to my stomach. I'm a sick son of a bitch, and I know it.I've made her attend discipline class every day, even

I bolt upright, my heart hammering so hard it feels like I'm about to go into cardiac arrest.Oak straightens, returning to his side of the desk and sitting in his chair. "Who is it?" He calls, then mouths to me, "Sit in the chair, Eva."I swallow hard and sink into the chair opposite him, feeling my cheeks heat."It's Professor Jameson."My stomach dips as I wonder if she heard me moaning the principal's name."Come on in," Oak calls, barely appearing affected by the fact we almost got caught in a rather uncompromising position.I shift uncomfortably in my seat, remaining rigid as I face forward, pretending to focus on a textbook on Oak's desk. Ever since we started this fucking lesson, he's hardly touched this book. All he has done is spank me since the first day and now...I can hardly think about what we just did and what it means."Hi, Oak." She stops when she sees me. "Oh, I apologize. I thought you were alone."Oak shakes his head. "No, I teach Eva discipline in her free period

What the hell have I done?Five years of planning could all go to shit. I kissed Eva Carmichael. A terrible act that I can't stop replaying over and over. It has consumed every waking thought for the past three days.Thankfully, it happened on a Friday, so I had the weekend to sulk in my cottage over it, but now it's Monday.Somehow, I've avoided running into her since I don't have classes with her on a Monday, but tomorrow I will have to face her in leadership strategy class and law.The despair was written all over her face when I threw her out of my office and canceled the rest of our one-on-one lessons. Her little speech shocked me to the core and for a horrible reason.It made me realize why I'm so drawn to her. She reminds me of myself at her age, desperate to escape by any means necessary—desperate to be better than the people who raised her. The innocent daughter of my enemies reminds me of myself.How can I destroy someone so innocent, so utterly against all that her parents

"Get dressed. We're going out," Natalya announces, waltzing into my room with Azira and Adrianna following close behind, all of them in dresses.My brow furrows. "Going out where?" The idea of going out right now makes my stomach churn.All I want to do is curl up into a ball and sleep. It's what I did all weekend since the kiss with Oak, and I can't face the idea of going anywhere. I saw him in the corridor today, but he didn't see me. My heart ached at the sight of him, and tomorrow I have to sit in his class, twice."Alexander has hired a minibus, and he's invited us to join him in town," Natalya says, shrugging. "As well as ten other people."I glance at Azira, wondering what's going on. "And you think it's wise to accept an invitation from that nutcase?" I never told Natalya about what happened in the corridor when he accosted me and only let me go because Oak interrupted us.There's a flash of something in Natalya's eyes as she shrugs. "We're eighteen years old and stuck in this