All Chapters of Unholy Fantasies: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 1: The Lecture Hall.Riley's PoV:I slipped into the lecture hall as quietly as I could, heart already fluttering with anxiety. The room was mostly full, and Professor Damon Black had already begun speaking. I kept my head down as I moved to an empty seat in the back row, hoping he wouldn’t notice me.Of course he did.His deep, calm voice paused for half a second as his eyes flicked in my direction. I sank lower into my chair, cheeks burning, clutching my notebook like a shield. I was always late these days. Always distracted. Always trying not to stare at Theo, the quiet boy who sat three rows ahead of me — the one who sometimes smiled at me in passing and made my stomach do little flips.But lately, even Theo couldn’t hold my attention when Professor Black was speaking.“Desire,” Professor Black said, continuing his lecture on nineteenth-century literature, “often exists in the space between what we want and what we’re allowed to have.”His voice was smooth and measured,

Chapter 3: The First Kiss.Riley's PoV:I arrived at Professor Black’s office at 6:55 p.m., my legs feeling like jelly the entire walk across campus.For two days I had replayed our last session in my head on an endless loop. The way his fingers had brushed my hair behind my ear. The warmth of his hand on mine. The quiet way he had said “Good girl.” Those two words had kept me awake at night, my cheeks burning in the dark.I was terrified to go back.But I still showed up.I stood outside his door for nearly a full minute, clutching my notebook to my chest like armor. My plaid skirt felt too short. My cream sweater felt too tight. Everything felt too much.Finally, I knocked.“Come in, Riley.” His voice was calm and steady, as always.I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The office was dimly lit by the desk lamp, the blinds drawn, creating an intimate cocoon separated from the rest of the world. Professor Black was leaning against the front of his desk, arms loosely crossed,

Riley's PoV:Professor Black’s finger teased my entrance under the warm water, circling slowly, not pushing in yet. His breath was hot against my ear, his voice low and dangerously calm.“Tell me the truth, Riley,” he whispered. “Are you still sick… or have you been hiding in this dorm because you’re too shy to admit how wet your professor makes you?”I whimpered, gripping the edges of the bathtub. My body was betraying me, nipples tight, pussy throbbing, thighs trembling under the water. I was still trying to cling to the lie, too embarrassed to admit I had been pretending just to avoid facing him.His finger finally slid inside me — slow, thick, deliberate. I gasped sharply, back arching.“So tight,” he groaned softly, pumping his finger in and out with agonizing slowness. “Even when you’re pretending to be sick, this little cunt is dripping for me. Greedy girl.”He added a second finger, stretching me open. The water made everything slicker, louder. The wet sounds of his fingers f

Riley's PoV:I lay there in the dark, trembling.My body felt completely used — sore in the most intimate places, thighs sticky with our combined release, breasts marked with faint bruises from his mouth. Every breath reminded me of what had just happened.I had let my professor fuck me.Not just fuck me… he had taken my virginity. He had made me call him Daddy while he stretched me open and filled me with his cum.The realization hit me like a wave, and tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.Professor Black — Damon — was still behind me, his strong body curled protectively around mine. One arm was wrapped around my waist, holding me close. His cock had softened but was still nestled against my ass. I could feel his heartbeat against my back, steady and calm, while mine was racing.He must have felt me tense up.“Hey,” he whispered softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of my neck. “Breathe, Riley. I’ve got you.”His voice was so gentle it made the tears spill over.I turned in

Riley's PoV:The rest of the day passed in a painful, blurry haze.After Theo found me crying on the rooftop and sat with me in silence — offering tissues and quiet presence without pressing for answers — I felt a tiny bit less shattered. He eventually walked me to my next class, giving me a gentle, worried smile and a soft “Take care of yourself, Riley. I’m here if you need anything,” before leaving.His kindness only made the ache in my chest sharper.Class with Professor Black was absolute torture.I sat in the very back row, head down, refusing to look up even once. Every time his deep, measured voice filled the lecture hall, my stomach twisted. I could still feel him inside me from last night. The stretch. The fullness. The way he had groaned “good girl” while fucking me deep and slow. The way he had filled me with his cum and held me afterward like I mattered.Now he was standing at the front of the room, calm and composed, teaching like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t take