All Chapters of Classroom Punishment (BDSM Series) : Chapter 21 - Chapter 27

Iva’s P.O.V. “Stand up,” Will commands in his deep, sexy voice, and like every time, it sends shivers down my spine and turns me on. He steps back, giving me space. I’m breathing heavily, but still, I get to my feet. My eyes lock on his, those wild, dangerous eyes that make my heart pound with desire.Without warning, he lifts me effortlessly onto his shoulder, like I weigh nothing. My body shivers, and I can’t wait to see what he has stored for me tonight. ‘Tonight, I’m going to test your limit.’ His words echo in my mind like a tape. He throws me onto the sofa and orders darkly, “Sit.”As I obey instantly, the sharp sound of my heels hits the floor echoes through the silent room, making the moment burn with heat between us.After leaning down and kissing me hard, he steps toward a drawer and pulls out the ropes. I know exactly what’s coming next. He’s going to tie me up in a different position tonight, like he does in every session, which arouses me even more.Fuck. Just imagini

Iva’s P.O.V.A Week LaterIt’s been days since our first dinner and the night we slept together, and I still can’t get it out of my mind. It felt like heaven. His arms were the safest place I’ve ever been. The night I slept in them was the most peaceful night of my life.Now, we go out more often, and he always books the entire place—a private movie screening, an empty museum, a secluded park. Wherever we go, he ensures our secret stays safe.In the past few days, I’ve become sure, I’m falling for Will. The way he takes care of me after every session. He is dominant, but he always listens to me when I ask for something. I never imagined I’d find a Master like him, so wild, so strict, yet so gentle and caring. Who wouldn’t fall for him? He is... I don’t even have the words.But a few questions keep running through my mind: Does he feel the same for me? And will anyone ever accept a relationship between a professor and her student?These thoughts swirl through my mind as I lie in Will’s

Will’s P.O.V.The next day, I’m heading to the classroom, headphones in, thoughts of Iva running through my mind.She spent the night at my place for the first time yesterday, and it still feels unreal.I woke up to the smell of breakfast. She was already in the kitchen, wearing my oversized shirt, humming as she cooked. She even arranged the living room—folded the scattered jackets, set the pillows, and straightened the books on my shelf.My dad hired a maid and a chef for me when I moved in here, but I gave them the day off. I wanted privacy with her. That’s why the whole place was a mess yesterday.She didn’t complain once, even though I know how much she loves everything clean and in order.Just the one day with her in my house felt good.So damn good. It was perfect, and I want my everyday to be like that. As I walk, someone catches my eye.A tall guy in a black hoodie is standing near the garden bench, surveying the campus like it’s all new to him. And it probably is.He looks

Will’s P.O.V.Two Months LaterIva and I have started visiting each other’s places so often that it almost feels like we’re already living together. Her things are scattered around my apartment, her hair ties on my nightstand, her books on my coffee table. I like how her presence fills the spaces of my life I never knew were empty.I cook dinner for her almost every evening now. I’ve never done that for anyone before, never felt the urge to. But with her, it feels natural. Almost necessary. Watching her sit on the kitchen counter, legs swinging, teasing me while I chop vegetables has become the best part of my day. She has become a vital part of my life over the past few months. My life was never this content before she entered it.In the beginning, during the first few days, I thought what I felt for her was just physical and that, with time, I would get bored. But it didn’t take long for me to realise it was something more. Iva isn’t the woman I desire to control. She is the woman