All Chapters of In My Professor's Arms : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

(Emily's POV)The ballroom buzzes with conversation, crystal chandeliers casting a warm light over the crowded room. I pull on my dress, a stylish little black number that clings in all the right places, and sip champagne.The boarding school fundraiser is in full swing, parents and benefactors mingling, everyone polished smiles and subtle boasts. Victor is across the room, chatting with some of the faculty members, his laughter carrying over the soft music.Our open marriage hangs between us like an unspoken promise, giving me space to breathe, to experiment. But tonight, that space is charged, electric with possibility.I spot him almost immediately. Leo Carter, the tech mogul everyone's been talking about. He's tall, broad-shouldered, dark hair graying at the temples, eyes scanning the room as though he's sizing up code.His suit is impeccable, tailored to showcase his athletic build. I've heard the whispers—revolutionary startups, billions in ventures, a serial empire builder.He

The café hums with morning energy, the scent of roasted coffee and fresh pastries filling the air. I sit at a corner table, my fingers drumming on the ceramic mug, the steam curling up like a secret.Leo’s late-night call replays in my mind—his voice, low and commanding, guiding me through that filthy fantasy, my body still tingling from the memory of my own touch.I adjust my blouse, a fitted white silk that hugs my curves, paired with a pencil skirt that feels daringly snug. Victor’s at the university, probably lost in his own thoughts of Lily, our open marriage a fragile bridge between us. I should feel guilty, but the anticipation of seeing Leo again drowns it out.He walks in, and my breath catches. Leo Carter, all sharp lines and quiet power, his tailored blazer accentuating his broad shoulders, dark hair swept back with that streak of silver. His hazel eyes find me instantly, a slow smile spreading across his face, predatory and warm. “Emily,” he says, sliding into the seat acr

His cock teases my pussy, the heavy head oozing with my juices, pounding my puffy clit. My hands are bound behind me with his silk tie, the fabric digging into my flesh, pumping my heart wildly with fear and lust. The muffled voices on the other side of the shut door—gallery tourists, oblivious to our filth—give me a shiver, my cunt dripping, wetting the box I'm perched upon.Leo's hot breath at my nape, his rigid body against mine, his hard cock tracing along my creases, not inside me, driving me mad. "You're trembling, Emily," he rasps, his throat dry with lust. "Want me to fuck you right here?I moan, my hips twitching, aching for him to fill me. "Yes, Leo, please," I beg, my voice husky, my tits taut at the cut of my red dress, nipples aching for his touch.The risk of being discovered has me pounding my clit faster, my juices sliding down my thighs, pooling on the wood. I'm exposed, defenseless, and it's fucking thrilling, every nerve pleading him.He clamps his hands onto my hip

I’m sprawled on the couch, the living room dim under a single lamp’s glow, the silence amplifying my racing pulse. Victor’s upstairs, probably buried in lecture notes, unaware of the storm churning inside me. My phone buzzes, and my breath catches—Leo’s name lights up the screen, a spark igniting my core. His gallery storage room is on my mind: his huge cock teasing my pussy, his tie around my wrists, the thrill of being caught almost. My panties still wet with memory, my clit tingling as I open his email."Couldn't stop thinking about you, Emily. Your moans, that dress—fuck, I'm hard just thinking about you." His words hit like a bullet, my pussy trembling, a flush creeping up my neck. I shift, my silk robe falling open, my thighs exposed, the cold air burning my hot flesh.I bite my lip, fingers on the keys, with a twinge of guilt. Victor's confession about Lily echoes in my mind—our free marriage, a strained compromise to try without lying. But Leo's pull is magnetism, forbidden e

The penthouse pulses with our heat, the city lights a distant glow as Leo’s thick cock fills my pussy, buried deep, stirring my walls with every grind. My wrists are bound behind me with leather cuffs, the blindfold plunging me into a world of pure sensation, my body trembling on the velvet couch.My tits was bouncing, my nipples raw from his bites, my pussy dripping with my juice soaking the fabric beneath me. The faint buzz of his phone on the table—a reminder of the world outside—fades as his control consumes me. Victor’s shadow lingers, our open marriage a fragile line, but Leo’s dominance drowns it out, my clit throbbing, yearning for more.“You’re taking me so well, Emily,” Leo growls, his voice rough, his cock thrusting slow and deep, hitting my g-spot. His hands grip my hips, bruising, as my pussy clenches, milking him, the wet sounds filthy in the quiet room.I moan, my body rocking against his, the blindfold amplifying every thrust. “Fuck, Leo, harder,” I beg, my voice raw,