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Chapter 31; My Professor 1.1

Aisha had always been the one who stayed late. The university library closed at 10, but she lingered in Professor Jaxon Reed’s office until 11 most nights, pretending it was only for thesis feedback. The campus was empty by then, the hallways were dim and quiet, only the low hum of the air conditioning and the faint tick of his desk clock breaking the silence. The office was small, bookshelves packed with psychology volumes, papers scattered across the desk, a single lamp throwing warm shadows over everything.Tonight was different. The sky had been threatening rain all day, and now it finally broke — heavy, angry drops hammering the windows, thunder rumbling in the distance. Jaxon glanced up from her draft, frowning at the storm outside.“This is getting bad,” he said, voice low. “You should leave before it gets worse.”She looked out the window. The parking lot was already flooding, water rushing across the asphalt in sheets. “My car won’t make it through that.”He sighed. “Then st

Chapter 32; My Professor 1.2

The forbidden had just begun, but Aisha felt it already changing her. She left his office that night with her skirt smoothed down, lips swollen, thighs still trembling from how hard she had come on his fingers, his taste lingering on her tongue like a secret she could not swallow away. The campus was dark and empty as she walked back to her dorm, the cool night air doing nothing to calm the heat that lingered in her body. She replayed every moment ,the way he had looked at her when she dropped to her knees, the low groan when he came down her throat, the way he had kissed her softly afterward like he meant it, even if he said it could not happen again. She knew it would. The next day was torture. She sat in his lecture hall at 10 a.m., back row, her legs crossed tight under the desk. He stood at the front, explaining Freudian repression, how desires we push down never truly disappear, how they leak out in dreams, slips of the tongue, symptoms of the unconscious. His voice was cal

Chapter 33; My Professor 1.3

Aisha’s phone buzzed at 9:15 p.m. She was already in bed, scrolling aimlessly, trying to distract herself from the ache that had been building all day, the quiet soreness between her legs, the way her nipples hardened every time she remembered Jaxon’s mouth on them, his fingers curling inside her until she came shaking on his desk, she grabbed the phone fast. **Jaxon**: I won’t be on campus tomorrow, we have faculty retreat all day, come to my house after your last class. 5 p.m. Bring your class notes, i want a full report on what happened today. Her heart slammed against her ribs, it was his house, not the office nor the campus but his home. **Aisha**: I’ll be there. She barely slept, she spent the next day in a fog, classes blurred together, notes half-written, her mind fixed on 5 p.m. When the last lecture ended she rushed to her dorm, showered fast, shaved everywhere, lotioned her skin until it glowed, chose a simple navy skirt and white blouse, professional on the surface, b

Chapter 34; My Professor 1.4

They avoided each other in school the next day. Aisha sat in the back of the lecture hall, eyes fixed on her notebook, refusing to look at the front where Jaxon stood lecturing on unconscious motivation. He didn’t call on her. Didn’t glance her way. Not once. The tension was electric — she felt his presence like a physical touch, her panties soaked by the middle of the class, thighs clenched tight to stop the ache. He acted like she was invisible. Professional. Untouched. It only made her want him more.After the last class, she went straight to his house. The door was locked, but under the mat was a single key. No note, just the key. She picked it up with trembling fingers, unlocked the door, stepped inside.The house was quiet, empty, sunlight slanted through the windows. She closed the door behind her, the silence felt heavy, intimate.She wandered into the living room. Saw a framed photo on the shelf, Jaxon, younger, smiling in a suit at some conference, handsome and confident. S

Chapter 35; My Professor 1.5

The night was deep and quiet. Aisha stirred around 2 a.m., uncomfortable, restless, a warm ache pulsing between her legs. She blinked in the darkness, half-asleep, trying to ignore it until she felt breath against her inner thigh. Jaxon’s face was already between her legs. He hadn’t asked nor woken her up, he just parted her thighs gently, settled himself there, and started licking her slow and deliberate, his tongue flat and warm, tracing her folds like he had all the time in the world. She gasped softly, sleep still clinging to her, but the pleasure cut through it sharp and immediate. “Jaxon…” she mumbled, voice thick with drowsiness. He didn’t answer, he just kept going, his tongue circling her clit, soft at first, then firmer, sucking gently, at her entrance where she was already wet, she moaned low, her hips lifting instinctively and her hands fisting the sheets. She was still sleepy, her body heavy, and her mind real foggy but the feeling was too good to ignore, she

Chapter 36; My Professor 1.6

Aisha’s graduation was scheduled for the next week. The countdown had started, rehearsals, family calls, final fittings, packed schedules. She knew the days ahead would be chaos, and she might not get another chance to see Jaxon alone before the graduation. The thought made her chest tight. She texted him at 11 p.m. on Friday night, her heart hammering. **Aisha**: Graduation is next week, i would be busy after tomorrow, i need to see you tonight at your house, please. His reply came in under a minute. **Jaxon**: Door’s unlocked, you can come now. She drove over in the dark, wearing nothing under her coat but the red lace thong he’d once ripped off her in his office. When she stepped inside, he was waiting in the living room, shirt unbuttoned, jeans low, eyes already burning. No words. He crossed the room in three strides, grabbed her coat and yanked it off, he saw the thong and groaned low, he pushed her against the wall so hard the picture frame rattled. “You think

Chapter 37; A Mafia's debt 1.1

Isabella had always known her uncle Tony was trouble, always gambling, taking heavy loans, shady deals, he was always one step away from disaster, but she never thought it would come to this. The men came at midnight, two of them, huge and dressed in black, they kicked the door open, grabbed Tony by the collar, and dragged him out, Isabella screamed, tried to fight, but one of them pointed a gun at her head and said, “Luca Moretti wants his money, your uncle can’t pay, so he’s sending you instead.” offcourse at the sight of a gun, she dare not resist... She cried the whole ride to the mansion, tears streamed down her face, her hands shaking in her lap, she was just nineteen and innocent, with long dark hair, wide green eyes, soft curves which she always hid under loose clothes, she had never been kissed before, nor ever been touched. She begged them to let her go, but offcourse they didn’t answer. The mansion was huge and cold, marbled floors, dark wood, with guards everywhe

Chapter 38; A Mafia's debt 1.2

Two days had passed since that night, and Isabella could not escape the memory of Luca Moretti. Her body still ached from the bruises on her hips from his grip, to the soreness between her legs where he had taken her virginity so ruthlessly. She cried every night, alone in her small bedroom, the sheets twisted around her as she tried to wash away the feeling of his hands, his mouth, his cock filling her until she screamed, offcourse she hated him, hated her uncle and also hated herself for the way her body still throbbed when she remembered his growl, his scent, the way he looked at her like she already belonged to him. Her uncle Tony was back home, beaten, limping, and well bruised, promising he would find the money, pay Luca off, and make things right. "Just stay away from him," he said, voice cracking. But Isabella knew it was impossible, Luca Moretti did not forget debts. The knock came at 9 p.m, she knew it was him before she even reached the door, her heart slammed against

Chapter 39; A Mafia's debt 1.3

Two days had passed like a slow poison, Isabella could not eat, could not sleep, the ruby bracelet from the first morning still sat on her dresser, catching the light every time she walked past it, the designer handbag from the next day rested beside it, untouched, its leather still smelling faintly of newness. The envelope of cash she had hidden under her pillow, was there, she was afraid to count it, afraid to admit that she was keeping it. Every time she looked at them she felt sick with shame, but she could not bring herself to throw them away, they were proof he had been there, proof her body still remembered him even when her mind screamed to forget him.Her uncle Tony was back home, limping and, bruised, but alive atleast, he had been staring at the gifts Luca left, her everyday while saying nothing, the ruby bracelet, the designer handbag, the cash envelope, all of it attracted him.His eyes were greedy, and desperate, one day, while Isabella was out, he took them and sold t

Chapter 40; A Mafia's debt 1.4

Luca’s breath was ragged beneath her, his broad chest heaving, sweat gleaming on his inked skin. His cock was still buried deep inside her, softening slightly but still thick enough to stretch her sore walls. Cum leaked out around where they were joined, warm and sticky, dripping down her inner thighs and onto his balls. She could feel every twitch of him inside her, every aftershock of his release, and it made her own body clench again involuntarily, a soft, broken whimper escaping her lips. She didn’t move off him, Instead, she rolled her hips slowly, grinding down in lazy circles, feeling him stir again despite how many times she had already made him come. Tears still clung to her lashes, but her eyes were darker now, pupils blown wide with something raw and hungry, she leaned down, her lips brushing his ear, her voice hoarse from screaming. “You thought you owned me,” she whispered, clenching her inner muscles around him deliberately. “But I’m taking you now.” Luca groan

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