All Chapters of Classroom Punishment (BDSM Series) : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Iva's P.O.V. I never imagined I’d end up like this, tied, my legs spread, my wrists restrained, and my body completely exposed to a man I’ve only known for a month.But with Will… none of that scares me.In fact, I’ve never felt safer. I’m so excited, because my fantasies of being in someone’s control are finally going to be fulfilled. The fact that Will is my student and I’m his professor, I’m keeping that on the side for now. I’m tired of running away from my desires, from him, from the things which make me truly happy. For once, I want to live for myself, forgetting everything else. By submitting to Will tonight, I’m letting go of all my worry. I’m certain that this night is going to be unforgettable. Because it’s just the beginning, and I’m already so wet and feeling so good. My heartbeat accelerates as I watch him from beneath my lashes. Damn, he looks so deadly hot and irresistible right now. Each step he takes toward me sends a shiver down my spine. The flogger dangles fro

Will’s P.O.V.Next MorningI’m fucking late. I’m sprinting across campus, trying to make it to Iva’s class without looking like a complete mess. But the time on my phone is already mocking me. I’m seven minutes late.I knew I should’ve left earlier. But after last night, I hardly got any sleep, every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was her.Iva. Completely exposed in front of me, her ankles and wrists restrained to the spreader bar. Damn! I can’t take that view out of my mind.It was so satisfying to see her like that last night. The way she submitted to me. The way she begged. The way she took her punishment so well. The way she called me master. Fuck! I shake my head, trying to clear the flashbacks before I walk into class with a hard-on.I swing the door open, trying not to look like I ran a marathon, and step inside.The moment I enter, her eyes snap to mine. “Will, you’re late,” she says coolly.That tone. She’s back in her professor mode. But her eyes filled with someth

Iva’s P.O.V. Will untie my thong slowly and hurl it. Then, after kneeling behind me, he sucks my burning butt and squeezes the other one. I moan in pleasure. As he stands behind me, I hear the familiar sound of his zipper opening and the rustle of his clothes falling away.And I know exactly what’s coming next.He pulls the rope from my back, stretching my hair painfully, but the hurt turns to pleasure as he slams into me from behind, hard and deep, burying his full length inside.I scream as he begins thrusting roughly. The classroom echoes with the sounds of our bodies colliding, moans, groans, skin against skin, and the desk creaking beneath us.“Getting ruined by your student’s cock in your own classroom…” he pants. “And no one has a clue how needy their professor really is.”“I’m the only one who knows what you crave. I’m the only one who can give it to you. And fuck, I feel lucky.” He pulls out slowly, leaving just the tip inside, making me whimper.He slams back in, again an

Will’s P.O.V. Fuck! Does she even realise what she’s doing to me?This woman, my professor, my submissive, my obsession, just treated a small cut like it meant the world. She cared. Like really cared.I’m used to girls running after me for fun and to have a taste of my dominance. But Iva? She’s here for me like I matter. And fuck, that makes me feel things I don’t even know how to name.I grip the steering wheel as we start driving again, but my free hand stays in hers. It feels so good to hold her hand like this and I want to keep holding it forever. As I drive, I think about the last month with her.The secret encounters. The way she submits to me. The way she moans when I tie her up, push her limits, and make her lose control. The way she sets her glasses during the lecture and passes me a teasing smile. Our double-meaning talks happen daily in class, but nobody understands them except my friends. They know what’s going on between us and what Professor Iva is doing to me. They

Will’s P.O.V.The Next EveningI sit at the bar counter of the BDSM club with a drink in my hand, hardly sipping. There are women in lace and leather, in collars, kneeling, laughing, and moaning.But none of it excites me anymore.None of it feels new. Or attractive. Except her.Iva.She has taken over my mind. My senses. My fucking soul.I don’t even want to imagine someone else submitting to me. The way she does that, and the way she looks at me when I whisper ‘good girl,’ or when I tighten her cuffs, damn, it’s incredible.She has done something to me. Some kind of spell. And I’m not fighting it.“Don’t you think this club can be better?” A guy sitting a few stools away mutters to a girl, swirling his drink.“How?” she asks.“Like, here everyone can fulfil their desires, sure, but it doesn’t even have a proper setup for bondage. No exclusive room. I miss my old city’s setup. There were punishment rooms, Voyeur Rooms, everything.”“Don’t worry about it, Dominic, now I’m with you. T