All Chapters of Hot Professor Is My Step Dad : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~Bonnie"Happy 21st birthday, Bon Bon!" Mum screamed happily, balancing a cake in her hands as I stepped out of my room, already dressed for school. I'd completely forgotten it was my birthday.I blew out the candle, leaned in, and kissed her cheek. "Thanks so much, Mum. I'll see you later, I'm late for school." I turned toward the door."Just like that? You're not going to cut the cake or show a little excitement? It's your birthday!" Her voice caught, half teasing, half hurt."And I've got you a gift. Wait right here." She dashed upstairs and returned with a big wrapped box, eyes bright. I stopped, chest tight. "I'm sorry, Mum, but I'm not taking any gift from you right now. If there's any gift I want, it's for you to get a husband. I hate seeing you alone. You act like you're okay, like you can handle everything, but you can't."The words tumbled out harsher than I meant. Her face crumpled,sadness flashing before she masked it."Mum, I'm sorry, I didn't mean…" "No, it's okay." S

~BonnieI stayed pinned against the door, back flat to the wood, skirt hiked up just enough that the pink lace must have been showing at the edges. My breath came short and shallow, chest rising and falling under the tight crop top. The cleavage he’d pushed up earlier looked even more obscene now, nipples hard against the thin fabric from the cool air, or from him.Professor Marcellus didn’t touch me yet. He just stood there, inches away, eyes roaming slowly.Down my bare stomach, over the hem of the skirt, back up to my face. He tilted his head slightly, like he was studying a passage in one of his books.“You took the long way,” he said quietly. Not a question.I nodded. “You asked.”A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I did.”He reached past me again, same motion as before but this time his forearm brushed the side of my breast as he turned the lock a second time, double checking. The click sounded final. No interruptions. No escape.He stepped back half a pace, gi

~BonnieThe next morning hit me like a soft hangover, not from alcohol, but from everything else. My body still remembered every place he’d touched, every sound I’d made against his desk. I woke up sore in the best way, the torn pink lace still balled up in the corner of my room like evidence I hadn’t bothered to hide. I showered slowly, let the hot water chase the ache, then dressed carefully, white blouse tied at the waist, high waisted black trousers that hugged my hips without screaming for attention, then I put on my low heels with glasses on. Professional enough for campus, subtle enough that only he would notice how the blouse gaped just right when I leaned forward.I was halfway to school, cab stuck in morning traffic when my phone buzzed.Mum.“Don’t forget, baby girl. Dinner tonight at The Orchid Hotel, 8 pm sharp. You’re finally meeting him, your new stepdad. Dress nice. I’m so excited for you two to get along. Love you “I stared at the message, thumb hovering. New step

~BonnieI woke up before the alarm, body already humming with anticipation and dread in equal measure. The house was quiet, Mum still asleep, probably dreaming about white dresses and forever. I lay there for a minute, staring at the ceiling fan spinning slow circles, replaying last night’s dinner like a movie I couldn’t pause.I dragged myself out of bed, showered cold this time. I dressed simply in fitted black blouse tucked into high waisted jeans that hugged my hips, thin gold chain at my neck, the one Mum gave me for my birthday, my hair pulled into a low bun, glasses on. I took my phone and deleted my chats with Marcellus and then I blocked his number.By 10:30 I was out the door, telling Mum I had an early study group. She kissed my cheek, told me to be safe, reminded me she loved me. I smiled like everything was normal.The cab ride felt endless. The traffic crawled, horns blaring. I stared out the window, watching people live normal lives while mine cracked open at the seam

~MarcellusI stepped closer, unable to stop myself. The steam from the shower still clung to my skin, but it was her heat that burned now. Naked, dripping, she stood there like something carved from temptation, curves soft and full, skin glowing from her own bath, waist beads glinting like tiny secrets. Gosh. As much as I told myself to walk away, to remember the ring I was supposed to give her mother, to remember the line I’d already crossed and crossed again… I couldn’t let go. She was too sweet. Too alive. Too everything I’d spent years pretending I didn’t need.My eyes traced her, breasts heavy and perfect, nipples already tight from the cool air or from the way I was looking at her, stomach flat then flaring into hips that begged to be gripped, the dark triangle between her thighs calling me like sin itself.Before I could speak, she moved.Her hands shot out, fingers hooking the knot of my towel. One sharp tug and it fell away, pooling at my feet. I was already hard, had been