All Chapters of Submissive Academy: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The moment we step inside, the girls erupt in excited screams. A line of sweat snakes down my spine from the adrenaline of our little adventure. Ellie, breathless and flushed, presses her back against the door, letting out a wild laugh. "We’ve got it!" she shouts, her voice high with excitement. "Oh my god!" Rose exclaims, her eyes wide with disbelief. "She wasn’t there?" "No," Ellie instantly answers. "No one was around. We took as many as we could." "No," Ellie answers instantly, a grin plastered across her face. "No one was around. We grabbed as many as we could." I set the heavy bag down, the sound of bottles clinking together unmistakable in the otherwise quiet room. The girls exchange looks of pure glee. Emma is tucked in the corner, her eye slightly bruised again, but there's a soft, contented smile tugging at her lips. Amelia stands beside her, already pulling red plastic cups from behind a shelf. Without a word, we all gather around, the excitement palpable. First up,

Aiden strides into the male dormitory without a care in the world. This side of campus is unmonitored—no cameras, no guards. We make it to his room completely unseen. Still, he glances down the dim, marble hallway before unlocking his door and stepping inside. He doesn’t put me down. My brow furrows as he carries me straight into the bathroom. The heavy door creaks when he shoves it closed behind us—it doesn't latch properly, not even when he slams it. The next thing I hear is the sudden roar of the shower turning on. He finally sets me down. Right beneath the icy stream. "AAAAAAHH—!" Before I can scream again, his hand clamps over my mouth, silencing me at once. The freezing water rains down on me, shocking every nerve in my body into alertness. My breath catches as I look up into Aiden’s fierce, unrelenting eyes. "Do you have any idea how much trouble you just got yourself into?" he demands, his voice low but laced with fury. "If they find out what you did, you'll be thrown

Mr. Miller walks over slowly, each step heavy with purpose, demanding every ounce of attention from us. He relishes it. There's an undeniable arrogance in the way he carries himself, his presence suffocating the room. He stands tall, just inches from the girl lying broken at his feet, his gaze never wavering. His boots crunch against the bloodstained floor, leaving a trail as he steps carelessly through the crimson pool. "This is the price for your disobedience, subs," Mr. Miller’s voice is cold, deliberate, and laced with malice. His eyes fix on mine, locking in a stare that seems to burn through me. Time slows in that moment, but I can't tear my gaze away. "From here on out," he continues, each word a slow, deliberate threat, "I expect perfect behavior. Not a single one of you will dare step out of line." He looks down at the lifeless body at his feet with barely concealed disgust. "The second you refuse to finish what's on your plate, the second you dare defy your dom, you will

The door to the bedroom opens with a soft creak, pulling me from the fog of sleep. It’s morning. Groggily, I lift my cranky head toward the door, squinting as the light floods the room. I hate how this place can't lock. I hate that the doms have free access to our rooms, like we’re nothing more than objects to be inspected or claimed at their leisure. Daniel steps into the room like he owns it, his posture casual but authoritative. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees Aiden lying next to me in my bed. I can feel Aiden’s muscles tense before he swiftly turns, keeping his arm protectively around me. With a small, deliberate gesture, he shows Daniel that he’s fully dressed. Daniel exhales in relief. "My man," Daniel greets, a slow grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as he moves to sit on Isla’s bed. “Dani.” “Go away, Daniel,” I groan, reaching out blindly to slap the surface of my bedside table in search of my clock. My hand finally lands on it, and when I glance at the tim

Aiden holds me like I belong to him—one hand firm on the back of my neck, the other gripping my hip as he grinds his hard dick against me. My thighs are spread wide, skirt bunched around us, and the blunt head of his cock presses perfectly against my clit. Every slow thrust sends heat crackling up my spine, and when he twists his hips with just the right pressure, I nearly scream. He smirks at the way I unravel on top of him. It only makes me wilder. I moan into his mouth, my fingers fumbling with the zipper of his pants. I’m starved for him—feral. I don’t want restraint or slow touches. I want everything. I want to feel him inside me, need to feel him claim me. His lips part on a groan when I wrap my hand around him, my thumb teasing the slick head. His breath stutters. “Shall I get the vibrator?” he asks through a gasp. “No,” I whisper, eyes locked on his. “I want you.” He freezes. But I don’t. I slip my hand into his boxers and stroke him harder, watching the tension rippl