All Chapters of SUBMISSION 101: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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TWENTY-ONE: You Know What I Want

I wake up naked on his couch with the softest blanket I've ever felt wrapped snugly around my body and tucked up to my chin.I've woken from my sleep suddenly, for a split-second, not remembering where I am. I shoot up and look around the room, blanket falling from my chest and leaving me bare and exposed against the cool air. I sigh.Right.But where is Harlan? I furrow my brow, looking around the room. No one.What time is it?Standing up, I lean down to pick up my jacket and shuffle through the pocket to pull out my phone.3:30 a.m.I sling the blanket across my shoulders and hold it shut against my chest. If it is the middle of the night and Harlan isn't sleeping, there is only one thing I'm absolutely positive he would be doing.Working.I head up to the third floor, where he'd converted one of six bedrooms into a study. Sure enough, I find the door open and the light on, and when I step in, I find Harlan. He is typing away at his laptop. His

Last Updated : 2025-11-19

TWENTY-TWO: He Doesn't Show Me Any Mercy

And then, within seconds, and without warning, I feel him breach my entrance and press into me.I gasp at the intrusion; it is unexpected, but I can't say it is unwanted. The breath I suck into my lungs is sharp and loud and he is moving before I'm ready. He groans at the tightness and I hiss at the stinging pain in my core.But he doesn't show me any mercy.His thrusts are quick and sharp and give me no time to adjust. I gasp again and whimper. "Harlan, I can't.""Yes, you can," he growls, voice dripping with apathy. He completely sheathes himself into my underworked cunt and presses against me harder for good measure so I feel him deep, far deeper than what feels normal. I can practically feel him in my throat. I sputter and cry, tears stinging the corners of my eyes."You're gonna take my big fucking cock, like the good little whore you are."My eyes roll back in my head and I moan at his words. I'm unprepared to be fucked to the point where my cunt aches

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TWENTY-THREE: A Lot Has Changed Between Us

My pillows aren't this fluffy.My sheets aren't nearly as soft as the ones kissing my bare skin.Rubbing my face, I sit up in bed. I can tell that powerful rays of sunlight stream across my face before I've even opened my eyes. My room definitely doesn't get this much natural light.It takes me opening my eyes and looking around the room to remember where I am, and even then, I can hardly believe it.I'm in his bed.I'm in Harlan's bed.And I didn't even have sex in it. Sure, I've had sex virtually everywhere else, but last night, he'd carried me to bed like I'm something precious. Like I'm something to be cared for.And if I didn’t know any better, it seems that Harlan wants to do just that.I squint my eyes against the harsh sun as I pat the mattress next to me and feel the empty air above it. Harlan is gone. Which is more than likely fair. I have no idea what time it is.Also, isn't it Tuesday? I don't have class until noon – actually, I have a

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TWENTY-FOUR: I Want You As My TA Next Semester

"You don't have class?" I ask, walking over to the side of the counter opposite from Harlan and leaning my elbows on the table top, batting my eyes at him."I don't," he says, dog-earing a page on his book before shutting it altogether. He places his forearms on the counter too and stares back at me. "Not until this afternoon. I trust you don't either, or you would have prepared. You know, like setting an alarm?" he eyes me knowingly."I have class at noon... okay, and a class at nine."He cocks his head and looks at me, judgement plain in his eyes. "You can't expect to do well on your final if you're skipping class a week before, Shaw.""Newsflash, Harlan, it's intro to bio, so I was never gonna do well on it in the first place."Finally, he cracks a smile.That leaves me and him just looking at each other. A calm silence. Morning sunlight streaming through the window. A kitchen that smells like freshly brewed coffee."We've got a lot to talk about today

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TWENTY-FIVE: Together. In Front Of Everyone

I watch Harlan stare dead ahead through the windshield as he drives me through campus. His eyes are hidden under the darkness of his Ray-Bans, but the intensity of what is brewing between us isn't lost on me for a second.There is a rippling heat between the two of us confined in the small space of his luxury car as we drive past students making their way to their classes. I watch them as we approach, and I watch them shrink into the background as Harlan speeds past them, leaving them in the dust.It is electric. There they all are, and there I am. Harlan and I. Together. In front of everyone.I feel like everyone is watching me.And it ignites my blood.I can feel the heat coming off of Harlan as well. He can't do anything about it; not like this. But even just being in the same car with him feels wicked and bad. I shift in my seat, suddenly quite cognizant of the heat between my legs, and watch his gaze twitch towards my direction from the corner of my eye. I b

Last Updated : 2025-11-21

TWENTY-SIX: King Of Mixed Signals

The elevator door opens. Harlan, still towering over me and holding my gaze, adjusts the bag at his side. "Hmm," is his only response, and he steps off the elevator and stalks down the hall to his office.Ever the king of mixed signals.I'm on his heels, shoving a strand of hair behind my ear. A tell-tale sign that I'm nervous, though hopefully no one will pick up on it. Suddenly, I feel my stomach roiling as I watch professors and students mill about. As I follow Harlan to his office, I feel like the walls are closing in on me – claustrophobic and practically unable to breathe.Once I'm in Harlan's office with the door shut behind me, I'm able to exhale, breath stuttering on the way out of my lungs. Harlan, rounding his desk, sets his bag down and lifts his gaze to watch me, expression nearly concerned.Concerned isn't it. Interested? Not quite. Attentive. He definitely notices that I'm struggling.He doesn't say anything. He never does. No, he merely stalks tow

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TWENTY-SEVEN: I'm Completely On My Own Now

My one class of the day has me bored to tears, especially given the evening I'd just had. I've spent the entire period gazing out the window and doodling in the margins of my notebook: hearts, flowers, flames – the things that represent how Harlan makes me feel.I feel like a stupid teenager but he occupies my thoughts on a near-intrusive level, and anything to express all the things that I'm forbidden from actually telling anyone is an appreciated output.I wish I could talk to Rose. Harlan is busy prepping for the final and grading the last essays of the term, so for a day or two at least, I try to go easy on the communication with him.More time for me to decompress after my almost-panic-attack in his office. I know that a brief separation is probably beneficial, but it is hard to focus on what is best for me when the only thing I want are his hands squeezing my hips, running down my back, tightening around my throat.I make it to Thursday before asking Rose to ge

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TWENTY-EIGHT: Hired By The English Department

Waiting to see Harlan again is like holding my breath for five straight days, complete with the feeling of impending death.It shouldn't have been this hard, I try to remind myself. Harlan and I, whatever we are, have a connection. We have some sort of link. But that doesn't mean that I'm defined in whatever we are. I'm not his girlfriend; I can't just text and ask him if he is okay, not without the risk of him telling me to back off, that I have no place to be checking in on him like we're dating. I never know when I'll cross an emotional line with Harlan, and it keeps me on my toes and constantly afraid of "overstepping."I'm not his girlfriend. But I'm something. Figuring out what exactly that is... that is the challenge.I'm dying to know why he'd left town on such short notice. Why he'd seemed so exasperated in the voicemail he'd left me.Christ, I must have listened to that message upwards of a hundred times over the course of the weekend, lying face-up on my b

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TWENTY-NINE: Pick. It. Up.

After what seems like a small eternity, Harlan finally writes a whopping 72 percent on the top of Derek's paper. I'm not sure if that makes me feel cocky or incredibly nervous. It is impossible to navigate my own feelings when Harlan mostly just makes me feel like my organs are swimming freely inside of my body.Agonizingly nervous, I hold my breath as he flips through my essay. His eyes narrow as he counts the pages, and gives it a lengthy preliminary skim. He clears his throat before speaking, and my stomach does a somersault deep in my gut."I assigned eight pages for this essay. What makes you think I have the time or interest to read ten?" His lips pursed ever so slightly, Harlan turns to look at me, his eyes so scrutinizing under his glasses that they practically burn a red, flaming hole in my face.I feel my jaw unhinge, and quickly attempt to gather myself when I realize I look like a complete fool. "Please, just... I promise it's worth the read."I stand ove

Last Updated : 2025-11-23

THIRTY: Tinder Date

My body has been aching for Harlan ever since I left his office, which is not the way I should have felt. He'd made me cum. Hell, the man could practically bring me to orgasm with the blink of an eye. But by the time I got back to my room, I was already itching for more.This is what he does to me; I envision his face, his voice, the words he uses to heighten my pleasure, to incite fear and bliss, inexplicably, all at once. It isn't that he hasn't given me enough, it is that he'd given me everything. Because of him, I've tasted...everything.And now, I can't live without it.Lately, I'm constantly aroused. With the memories of what he'd done to me fresh in my mind, it is impossible not to be. At the moment, taking his cock was almost too much. But now, in the moments when we're separated, even if only for a brief amount of time, I need more.Harlan has made it clear that I'll be joining him again later, but that for the time being, he has some things to finish taking

Last Updated : 2025-11-24

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