All Chapters of Unmasked Desires: My Ex's Professor Uncle Wants Me: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Iris The pleasure was rolling in waves now. I pushed against the corner, pressing harder, feeling myself get wetter. The image of how he looked in the webcam filled my mind. If I didn't know now that it was him I would have never realised. He looked so proper, so prim now. And he was the same man who made me cum with his voice alone. “Moan for me.” A scenario popped into my mind. Him stepping away from that table, those books to confront me. The same sharp intense glare, if tried to avoid reflected in his glasses. A contradiction of propriety and sin. “Such a bad girl.” his imaginary deep rumble voice purred in my thoughts, half chastising and amused. “You've been staring at me. Fucking yourself on the chair while watching me. You really have no shame, don't you” I bit my lip so hard it was painful, rolling against the seat harder. If I hadn't, I was sure a resounding ‘yes’ would have followed. The scenario continued. Him pulling me up from the seat and turning me ove

Iris “Yes?” I choked out, pulse racing. Heat flushed my cheeks, thankfully invisible thanks to my dark skin. I felt the eyes of the class surrounding me but they were nothing. Being singled out was one thing, but even more mortifying was that he'd found me. He was no longer on the podium, but had moved closer right below the row of stairs in the hall that led to the back seats. His gaze at this moment, felt impassive and professor-like, fixated on me. “We were discussing the topic of Influential Gothic Classics and are currently addressing ‘The Strange Case of Jekyll and Hyde’. A question that was brought up is why it is a Gothic novel when it could in itself be portrayed as a noir with the right approach.” he said, tilting his head slightly, “Given that you are new and sudden addition in my class, and from what I heard, on the Dean's List, I'm curious for your perspective.” I knew more than enough what the topic was. I'd studied it in advance, after all, to keep myself from

Iris “I'm telling you, he has a vendetta against me.” Jean huffed as she took out another rolled omelette from the buffet tray, “It doesn't help that Professor Damon was apparently—and I quote from my mom: ‘a spurned ex of the past once she met my dashing father’. He might not really pick on me but he sure as hell supports Michael a lot more.”“I can’t imagine how that feels.” I nudged her sympathetically, shifting my plate as she made to place some extra sauteed vegetables for me. Amongst the crowd, I felt the stares my way but ignored them. Tuesdays like these were one of the few days that my schedule coincided with Jean’s this semester. That was why, unless special circumstances allowed, we usually met up for lunch.It was usually in a location one of us chose and the decision was done interchangeably. This time being her turn, she chose the cafeteria.Was I completely happy about it? No. But for her sake, I wouldn't mind, even if the gossipy stares hadn't gone away.“I’m glad yo

Iris “Yes.” I gasped in the sweltering heat, holding back a meal. I felt my eyes roll back at the sweltering pleasure rolling off me in waves. In the hazy neon glow, I forced my eyes open. A mop of dark hair was sheltered in-between my thighs, glossy against the lights. His breath hit hot and heavy against my thighs and clit. I would have backed away from the overwhelming feeling if not for his hands like cages around my thighs. Everything was so warm …and wet…and… fuck. “Do you want more?” a deep voice echoed, seeming to reverberate in the atmosphere, bringing vibrations around the entire room, rolling against my skin. My breath hitched, eyes slipping closed. “Want me to kiss this pretty pussy of yours? Stuff my tongue in till you're nothing but full. I want to.” He hummed and I felt his tongue, warm and wet slide in my inner thigh. “I want to do that for you. Want to fuck you and make you spill all those pretty juices. Want to suck them all. Would you let me?” “Ye

Iris The biggest flaw about Caleb and most of the people in Hawthorne was that despite looking down on my underprivileged roots, they never considered what it meant. Caleb with his overgrown ego thought his words were substantial enough to mean something, whether it was driving others to anger or tears but he wasn't raised in the hard places I'd lived. Barbs, insults and varying versions of cruelty, I had witnessed it.Compared to anything I'd heard, seen or felt, his words were like water off my back. Irritating, but not actually hurtful. I however, knew how exactly to dig into others' skin if I needed to. I'd already calculated the time and was still counting down inwardly. There were five minutes to go before the Professor arrived. That was enough time for me to end this.“And let's get this straight, I dumped you for a reason. I wasn't that interested in you much before and I care even less now. I don't care enough to avoid you either.” Not anymore, I thought, my belly tighteni