Semua Bab Forbidden Desires: Bab 1 - Bab 9

Monday evening came way too fast. All weekend I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened in Professor Kane’s office. The way his fingers felt stretching me. The way he made me cum so hard I almost couldn’t stand. The taste of my own wetness on his fingers. I kept telling myself I wouldn’t go back. That I would find another way. But at 6:50 PM on Monday, I was standing outside his office again, thighs squeezing together, already feeling wet. I knocked softly. “Come in, Emily.” I stepped inside and locked the door without him asking. He noticed and a small smirk appeared on his lips. “Good girl. You’re learning already.” Professor Kane was sitting in his big leather chair, looking relaxed but commanding. The curtains were fully drawn. Only the warm glow of his desk lamp lit the room. He turned his chair toward me and crooked his finger. “Come here.” I walked over slowly until I was standing between his spread legs. He ran his hands up the back of my thighs, under my sh

Two weeks had passed since that intense Wednesday night, and my entire life had been turned upside down. I could barely recognize myself anymore. The quiet, shy 19-year-old girl who had only cheated out of desperation was gone. In her place was someone who got butterflies in her stomach every time she received a text from Professor Kane. Someone who got wet during his lectures just from the sound of his voice. Someone who had started touching herself at night while replaying everything he did to her. Our secret arrangement had become even more intense. He messaged me throughout the day with small commands that made my heart race: “No panties under your skirt today.” “Send me a photo of your breasts in the bathroom.” “Think about my cock during lunch.” And I obeyed every single one like an addict. Tonight was the riskiest yet. Instead of his office, he had told me to meet him in the main lecture hall after everyone had left campus. The huge room was dark and empty, with only th

The next night was even worse than the first.I barely slept at all. Every time I closed my eyes, my mind replayed the kitchen moment — Alexander’s tall, muscular body so close to mine, the way his intense grey eyes had slowly moved down my body, and those dangerous words: “I’m very good at helping people relax.” I was a 20-year-old virgin. I had never let anyone touch me intimately. The only knowledge I had about sex came from the secret romance books I read late at night. Yet here I was, lying in bed with my thighs pressed together, feeling shamefully wet just from remembering his voice.At 1:35 AM, I gave up. Again.I slipped out of bed wearing only my short silk nightdress and quietly went downstairs. The house was completely silent. I opened the fridge, staring at nothing, trying to calm my racing thoughts.“Still can’t sleep, Emily?”His deep voice behind me made me jump. I turned around slowly.Alexander stood there in grey sweatpants and a tight black t-shirt that clung to his

The next few nights after my first time completely changed me. Alexander no longer held back. He had been gentle that first night because it was my first time, but now he showed me the real him — the hungry, dominant beast of a man who had been holding back. On the second night, I went to him wearing nothing but the tiny black thong. The moment I stepped into the master bedroom, he grabbed me, kissed me roughly, and threw me onto the matrimonial bed. He didn’t bother with slow teasing. He spread my legs wide, buried his face between my thighs and ate my pussy like a starving man. His tongue licked every inch of me, sucking hard on my clit until I was screaming and cumming on his face, my thighs shaking around his head. Then he flipped me onto my hands and knees, arched my back the way he liked, and slammed his thick cock into me from behind in one powerful thrust. I cried out at the sudden fullness, but the pleasure was overwhelming. He fucked me hard and deep, his hips slapping lou