Todos los capítulos de Bend me over, Professor : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

POV Matthew“And then she said I’m not a man enough,” I muttered, stabbing my spoon into the Cheerios like they’d personally offended my entire bloodline. The silence stretched so long I could practically hear my dignity dying.Then Riley erupted from the couch like a feral cat. “Hold up. Back the fuck up.” She was pointing at me with her yogurt spoon like it was a weapon of mass destruction. “This nasty bitch rode your dick like a mechanical bull, blue-balled you into next Tuesday, and then had the audacity to question your masculinity?”“Jesus, Riley—”“No. No Jesus. This is pure evil.” She was pacing now, her tiny frame radiating the kind of rage usually reserved for war crimes. “What’s next? She's gonna critique your breathing technique while drowning you?”Alex, bless his diplomatic soul, tried to intervene from his perch at the kitchen island. “Maybe we should—”“Should what?” Riley whipped around. “Validate this emotional terrorism? Nah,

POV Matthew “Are we seriously going in there?” I asked, staring up at the building like it might swallow me whole.Private club Velvet was carved into a black stone awning in sharp silver letters, glowing like a secret. “Yes,” Riley said, looping her arm through mine like we were already halfway inside. “You’re wearing all black and broody as hell. You’ll fit right in.”I adjusted my sleeves, feeling the smooth drag of the silk-alike shirt Alex had loaned me. It was tighter across my chest than it was on him, the fabric catching on muscle when I moved. My black pants hugged my thighs, my hair was still damp from a rushed shower, and I’d even trimmed my beard down neat. I looked… fine. I wasn’t clueless about my looks—I knew girls checked me out sometimes. Tall, built enough to fill a doorway, decent jawline, and my arms weren’t bad when I put time in at the gym. But after Kayla, confidence wasn’t exactly my go-to mode. It was more… work.“Dr

POV Matthew Cryptographic Theory was officially kicking my ass, and instead of studying like a functional human being, I had fifteen tabs open about BDSM.My life choices were really something to behold.My textbook sat there radiating academic disappointment while my brain had apparently decided that understanding power dynamics was more crucial than understanding data encryption. Professor Saylor Wells had infected my ability to concentrate on anything that wasn't related to dominance and submission.Thanks, subconscious. Really helping with my GPA here.The forum I found looked legitimate—actual psychology discussions instead of badly written porn disguised as education. Real conversations about consent, boundaries, the difference between fantasy and reality.I lurked for hours like the digital coward I'd become, reading threads about D/s dynamics. Trying to understand why watching my professor command that man had basically reformatted my hard

POV Matthew I hadn’t touched my textbook in two days. Midterm week, and my tabs were still open to one particularly graphic thread titled ‘When submission becomes identity.’ Every time I tried to close the window, something stopped me. Curiosity. Hunger. Maybe just the memory of her voice saying good boy.Now my grades were slipping.So when Professor Wells said, “Mr. Jefferson, please stay after class,” I knew I was screwed. And not in any way that would help the ache in my gut.The classroom emptied around me. I heard chairs scraping, students murmuring goodbyes, the door creaking closed. I stayed frozen in my seat, palms sweaty, pretending to rearrange my notes.“Come,” she said.Her voice was steady. Cool. Not like at Velvet.I stood slowly, forced my legs to move, followed her to her office down the hall. Every step made my heart pound louder. The room was warm, lit by a desk lamp and the soft glow of her laptop. She gesture

POV Matthew “Maybe I should get a bunny.”I choked mid-bite, almost dropping the slice of pepperoni pizza from my hand. My body jerked so hard I knocked over the soda can beside me. Alex slapped my back like I’d swallowed a live bug.“Jesus, Matt,” he muttered. “You good?”Riley blinked at me from across the table, head tilted. “What is up with you? You’ve been tense the entire night.”“I—” My voice cracked. I cleared my throat, blinking rapidly. “What did you just say?”Riley raised her brows. “I said maybe I should get a bunny.”My entire body heated. I rubbed the back of my neck and tried to act normal, like I hadn’t just had a full mental breakdown from one innocent word. “Why… why a bunny?”“They’re quiet,” she said, shrugging. “Soft. Low-energy pets. I don’t want a dog, and cats kind of scare me.”“What’s wrong with a cat?” I asked, trying not to sound defensive. My voice still came out tight.“Cats are little chaos demons,” Riley