All Chapters of Submissive Academy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I flinch. “What?” I snap, leaning away from him. Aiden doesn’t let me. His fingers tighten on my chin, holding me in place. “Apologize. I order you,” he says again, his voice maddeningly calm, as always. I never apologize. Call it pride. Call it stubbornness. But I sure as hell don’t do it for assholes like Henry. People like him don’t deserve apologies—especially not when they expect one just because I didn’t drop to my knees or talked the wrong way. “But I didn’t do anything,” I argue sharply. Henry snorts. My anger spikes. I jerk my head away from Aiden’s grip and turn back to Henry. Emma still sits beside him like a broken doll. I don’t like her, but no one deserves to live like that. Her eye is so swollen and bruised, it barely opens. Even for her, I want revenge. For every girl trapped under the thumb of men like Henry. He’s the poster boy for everything wrong with this system. He's an example for all abusive doms in this school. I make sure he sees the hatred blazing

My discomfort starts to fade. Minute by minute, I find myself leaning into the lesson. For the first time in forever, I feel like I’m using my brain. “Skin colour?” Noah asks. “Skin colour has nothing to do with nationality. It could give an indication, but a far-fetched one,” Aiden replies. “Which language he speaks? Accent?” Lucas suggests, his voice uncertain. “He spoke English. No accent detectable.” “DNA test?” Henry adds, earning a few approving murmurs. “DNA merely states where the roots lie of the heritage and what genes a person carries. It tells nothing about the legal status,” Aiden responds as he crosses his arms. Silence. Nobody speaks. No easy answer. No path laid out. “Today, you're going to come up with a solution,” Aiden announces, walking back to his desk. “Since the real case hasn’t been solved, you can’t cheat. Use your legal minds. Find the grey areas. Make assumptions. Motivate your decisions.” “You've got one hour. Then we'll start discussions.” “Yes,

My cheeks burn, and the only thing cooling them is the desk pressing against the side of my face. I don't see any of the men—my eyes are locked on the door—but inside, I’m seconds from combusting. The way Aiden is touching me right now should be illegal. Literally. He’s pushing every boundary, testing every limit, inching closer to my most private parts. He’s toying with the line between punishment and forbidden touch—and he knows it. He's putting on a show for everybody, showing just how much control he has, how much he dares to do. How big his balls are. “But fucking hell, guys, keep your wits about you,” Aiden commands, stepping closer. A gasp rips from my throat. His erection presses against me—right against my clit—through the thin fabric of my panties. It’s hard and deliberate, and I freeze under the weight of it. He’s pulsing with satisfaction. Radiating it. I can feel the desire dripping off him—raw, possessive, unapologetic. He wants to fuck me right here. On this desk.

The rest of the day passes in a blur. Aiden is absent during lunch—much to my absolute glee—and I use the rare opportunity to sit with Isla and get some homework done. Even Daniel seems to avoid me. For the first time ever, he's allowed Isla to be alone with me during free time. The boys' table remains empty. It’s the best lunch I’ve had since arriving here. I eat more than just my usual granola bar. Multiple slices of pizza somehow find their way into my mouth. “I have to find my dom. I don’t know where he is,” Isla says, her voice laced with quiet worry. “Maybe he’s off fucking a stripper,” I mumble with a snort. The second it slips out, I wince. I glance at Isla, who’s glaring daggers at me. She's not good with jokes. “Sorry,” I rush out. “I didn’t mean that. I’m really sorry.” Isla’s sensitive. Understandably so, in this twisted place. But it means sarcasm doesn’t always land well. “Don’t you have to find your own dom?” she asks as we walk outside. The sun warms our skin,

I count every hit—precisely, clearly. The pain intensifies with each blow, but I bite through it, my mind too scrambled to focus. My body feels like a tangled mess; I can’t even tell where my leg ends or my foot begins. It’s all blurring together. “Thirty,” I say when the next slap lands. The belt slices through the air with an unforgiving crack. The sound of it hitting my skin is somehow worse than the pain itself. “Legs straight,” Aiden orders from behind me. I force my knees to lock. “Arms straight,” he commands next. I obey. “Ass out, Danika.” I arch my back deeper, pushing out my ass, bracing. “It really does something to me when you listen like that, little Ombra,” he breathes. Another strike lands on the side of my hip, the sharp sting echoing in my bones. His words wrap around my mind like a dangerous dance—hypnotic, consuming. Until it’s all I hear. His voice. His control. “Fifty-five,” I finally breathe out. And just like that—it stops. Suddenly, he yanks me up,