All Chapters of SINFUL DESIRES: THE PROFESSORS I CAN'T RESIST: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“Please, Professor.” I breathed, staring at my hard dick in the mirror. “Inspect me…touch me anywhere.'He laughed softly and darkly. “Not yet, don’t be in a hurry, Jonathan. Bend over and place your hands on your knees.”I folded forward, my ass out toward him. His fingers ghosted the air near my cheeks, making me shiver. “Spread them more.”With bound hands, it was hard, but I reached back awkward, pulling my cheeks apart more. The cool air hit my exposed skin, and I saw Bryce in the reflection, his eyes fixed on it, his tongue wetting his lips. “It looks so tight.” he murmured. “I bet it aches.”He straightened, leaving me bent and displayed. “Crawl to the bed and get on all fours.”The belt tugged as I lowered, my knees hitting the floor again and crawling felt humiliating, my balls swinging and cock almost dragging. Bryce sat on the edge, his legs spread, watching like a king. “Do it slower…arrch your back and push that ass up.”I did, every inch a burn of embarrassment and he

My jeans felt too tight, my body reacting even as my mind struggled to catch up with everything around me.Bryce nodded once and stepped closer, though he still didn’t touch me.“Every inch of this room belongs to me,” he said, his voice low. “I built it over years for people who ask for more than they truly understand.”His eyes held mine, unwavering.“What you saw in your dorm,” he continued, “that was nothing. This room is where it becomes real.”I swallowed hard, my gaze drifting toward a collar hanging nearby, thick, solid and waiting for a neck.“I want it,” I said quietly, even though my voice trembled slightly. “Show me more.”He began to circle me again, slowly, the air between us thick with tension.“Not tonight,” he replied. “Not everything but you can look.”He stopped near one section and picked something up, letting it hang loosely from his hand as if it weighed nothing.“This leaves a mark you’ll feel for days,” he said calmly.I reached out, brushing my fingers again

“You’re such a greedy boy.”Bryce said as he set it down, his breath heavy. He lit a wax candle, a red one and drip by drip, hot wax hit my back. It splattered across my body and cooled down fast to hard shells. He dripped it on my ass and around my hole, the heat making me clench it.“Is it hot enough?” He asked, the wax sealed spots pulling when I moved.He grabbed ice from a nearby ice bucket, a cube in his fingers. He rubbed it on wax spots, the cold shock melting it off. He trailed the ice on my crack, circling my hole, then pushed inside a bit. I gasped, the cold burning me deeply.He dragged it over my nipples, hardening them peaks, then down to my cock. The head got iced, the sensitive skin shrinking, then warming fast. “The mix of hot and cold would always keep you on the edge.”He brought out some clamps, small ones with chains, setting it on the table. He pinched my nipples first, his teeth biting just right before clipping the clamp, tugging on the chain and sending jol

Mystery Man’s POVThis wasn’t supposed to happen. It was never meant to go this far. It was supposed to be a one-time thing, something quick, something I could do and then walk away from without looking back. I didn’t expect that after seeing that journal on my table, I would want to practice every single thing written inside it.What was meant to last a day or two turned into weeks. And the craziest part was that I was getting used to it. No… not just used to it, I wanted more, needed more and craved more of Jonathan.Jonathan was just a student of mine. He was quiet, reserved and always sitting alone, and that was what made him stand out. He didn’t try to draw attention to himself, but somehow, he always did.Sometimes, he turned in his assignments late, which I hated. It irritated me more than I cared to admit because I valued discipline and responsibility but despite that, his work was always good, better than most, actually.Still, I never paid him much attention, not until it be

I whimper softly, my wrists pulling against the ropes binding me to the floor. I don’t pull hard enough to break free, not enough to escape, just enough to feel the burn biting into my skin, just enough to remind me that I’m trapped here for him. The friction stings in a way that makes my breath hitch, and I let it happen and let the sensation linger, because I want him to see it. I want him to notice how badly I need this, how much I’m craving whatever he decides to give me. Between my legs, my cock throbs, hard and leaking, aching with every slow second that passes, but he still hasn’t touched it. He’s taking his time, teasing me, dragging this out on purpose, making me wait until I’m shaking with need.A low chuckle escapes him, deep and rough, the sound vibrating through his chest and somehow settling straight into my body. It wraps around me, making my stomach tighten.“Look at that pretty cock of yours,” he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement and control. “So desperate alre