All Chapters of Classroom Punishment (BDSM Series) : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Iva’s P.O.V. I spent three days falling apart in my apartment. Three days trying to understand how the person who once held me like I was his entire world could kiss someone else right in front of me, and then look me in the eyes and tell me I’m too old for him.Three days of hell.Three days replaying his cold words over and over in my head like a cruel song I can’t shut off. I kept wondering why he did that to me. Why did he turn from warmth to ice? Why the man who once whispered love into my skin suddenly decided I wasn’t good enough anymore.Why did he leave me so broken?I hate how the same hands that once held me so gently held someone else as if I never existed.And I hate myself for still missing him. His warmth, his smile, his beautiful eyes, his presence. The way he used to look at me like I was something precious.And now he’s here.Acting as if he cares.Like he has the right to stand in front of me and touch me like this.No. Not after what he did. I'll not let him touch

Iva’s P.O.V. “For that love, please let me stay. Let me prove my love to you. I’m not asking you to forgive me now. Take your time. But don’t ask me to leave you. Please.” Will begs, and I finally give up.“Fine.”It doesn’t mean I’m forgiving him or giving him a second chance. It’s just that I’m too tired to argue with him anymore. “Thank you so much. I promise I’ll fix everything.” He looks at me with hope in his eyes. Fix! Can he really fix my broken heart? I don’t think so he can. “Now you go. We’ll talk tomorrow.” He shakes his head. “No fucking way. I’m not leaving you alone in this condition. Let me take care of you.” He lifts me in his arms, and I’m so damn tired of resisting. I rest my head on his chest, close my eyes, and listen to my favourite melody, the rhythm of his heartbeat. The rhythm I thought I had lost forever. It still gives me immense peace. And I hate it.He carries me into the bedroom and gently lays me down on the bed.“Let me bring something for you to

Iva’s P.O.V.Two Weeks LaterEvery day for the past fourteen days, Will has tried to win me back as his life depends on it. And maybe, in a way, it does.The first morning of the second week, I woke up to the scent of roses, dozens of bouquets waiting outside my door, each one with a note tucked inside:“Sorry.”“Forgive me.”“I miss you, Professor.”I read every one of them with tears in my eyes, my heart heavy. And one night, I heard a rustling sound by my window. I opened it and found Will standing on the ledge like some stubborn idiot, holding a bunch of glowing balloons, all printed with the same word: SORRY.My heart melted.And yet… I shut the window.Because no matter how many grand gestures he makes, no matter how many sweet memories haunt me in the quiet moments, we always come back to that night.Every time I close my eyes, I see it,
Will, with another woman, and their lips touching.And it tears me apart, every single time.I miss him. I miss us. But the pain is still fre

Iva’s P.O.V. I reach the hospital, praying to God for Will’s safety, my entire body trembling with the fear of losing him forever. The fear of never hearing his voice again, never feeling his warm breath against my skin, never feeling his touch. I’m terrified of a world where Will doesn’t exist for me anymore.The moment I step out of the car, I run inside without a second thought.The hospital corridor is too quiet. Each step feels like I’m walking toward something I’m not ready to face. My heart is racing with worry. “Please keep him safe.” Only these words, I’m constantly enchanting in my mind. I walk toward the receptionist, my legs trembling.“Someone called me from Will…” I stop in the middle of my sentence, my throat tightening. “From my boyfriend’s phone. They said he had an accident.” The word ‘accident’ breaks me, and fresh tears trickle down my cheeks. She directs me to the emergency room.Is this it? Is this how I lose him forever? No. No. I’ll never lose him. He has

Iva's P.O.V. "Stand up and close the door, Professor." Suddenly, he commands in that same old dominating voice I’ve been yearning to hear for an entire month.His words send a direct twitch between my thighs like always. He has such magic. I’m lost in his dark eyes until he warns in his deep voice, “You know that I don’t like to repeat myself.”I don’t think twice. I rise to my feet from his lap and walk towards the door. Right now, I don’t care if someone might come in, don’t care about anything except obeying him.After locking the door, when I turn around, he has a smile on his face. He rises from the bed and, with a curl of his index finger, motions me to come closer. My body reacts before I can think, like I’ve been waiting for this moment. And now that it’s, I finally realise what I’ve been missing. I was starving for him. My life got completely dull without him. As the painful memories of this past month revolve in my mind, tears almost fill my eyes, but his next command pul