All Chapters of On my knees Mr professor : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Camille’s POV My mouth twisted in displeasure as I stared at my boyfriend, his speedo shorts clinging to his body, barely covering his six-inch dick, yet he hadn’t even bothered to ask how I was or how I felt. He was at it again. Unable to pleasure me, despite all I had done.I had bent and twisted myself through so many positions, convincing myself that it would finally be enough and he would fuck me the way I wanted. In a way that would leave me gasping and begging for air. But again, no. Julian had fucked me with his mediocre abilities. “Aren’t you even going to ask me how I felt?” I finally voiced, the displeasure spilling out after several minutes of suffocating silence. He was in his same character as always, of never asking how the sex was nor even asking how I felt afterward. Even during the sex itself, when I had voiced how unsatisfied I was with his efforts, he had ignored me, continuing to thrust into me with the same dull, uninspired rhythm he always did. “Not tod

Camille’s POV My head was pounding as I stepped out of the taxi I had boarded, coming to a halt in front of the entrance to Mr. Ashford’s house, the address I had pulled straight from his file. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t even be outside at this hour. It was already late, and I was supposed to have taken my medication by now, the ones meant to calm me whenever my thoughts spiraled out of control. Mental health issues were no joke. The doctor had been very clear, categorical even, about staying indoors whenever I felt overwhelmed by someone or something. I could become uncontrollable when pushed too far. The worst part was that I never listened. I had always been stubborn. Certain that I knew better than everyone else. I pressed the doorbell, my fingers trembling slightly. The door unlocked almost immediately. I hesitated. I wasn’t supposed to enter without permission. I knew that. But this was still school property. Students came here often to meet supervisors, college a

Camille's POV Mr. Ashford offered me a drink on his own, which I immediately refused. I didn’t want to touch anything in his house, and I had already told myself that I would stay only until the storm ended. I had no intention of spending the night here, and that was that.I had been standing close to the window for a long while now, bending my head intermittently whenever the storm banged violently against the windows outside the house. Thunder rolled, rattling something deep in my chest each time it struck.“Are you just going to keep standing there?” Mr. Ashford’ voice came after some time.I stayed silent, not answering.He asked again later and again.Each time, I pretended not to hear him.When my legs eventually grew tired, I moved away from the window and walked toward the cellar where the wine he had offered earlier was kept. I picked a bottle myself after confirming that he wasn’t watching and took a drink.“ You’re really a weird one,” he said as he walked in, noticing imm