Professor Off Limits 소설 & 이야기

"You cannot just change my classes without asking me." "I can and I did. A professor dating his student is against university policy." He takes my hand. "This way no one can say our relationship is inappropriate." "What about all my work? My assignments?" "Professor Chen will honor everything. Your GPA will not be affected." His thumb traces circles on my palm. "I am protecting both of us." I should be mad. But he is right. This way we are protected. "What about my other classes? Am I supposed to pretend everything is normal?"

Ava Sterling couldn't breathe. Not because the classroom was warm — the AC was humming softly. Not because the students were loud — they were stunned silent. But because he was standing ten feet in front of her. Dr. William Reid. Same cutting jawline. Same intense eyes. Same smug, unreadable expression. Only now he wasn’t some random man in a dark club. He was her professor. Ava sank lower in her seat, heart hammering against her ribs. Camille nudged her under the desk.

"What do you expect? She's the Death God. I've never seen Professor Hilbert give private tutoring to anyone else. None of us even know what the inside of his office looks like." "Has he really never called anyone else to his office?" I ask Liviel, grabbing my towel and throwing it over my shoulder. "Never," Liviel replies, shaking her head seriously. "A professor's office is their absolute private territory. It is their most intimate space, second only to their bedroom." "Oh?" I slowly raise a single eyebrow, a wicked, amused smirk spreading across my face. I grab my bag and saunter straight toward his office, suddenly very curious to see exactly what kind of "private tutoring" he has planne

Please call me when you see this, Mom. I set the phone face-down on my chest and closed my eyes.. I was in a penthouse on the Upper East Side with a man who was my professor and way older than me, who had spanked me twice in the last forty-eight hours and I had not, at any point, told him to stop. Leave, said the voice in my head. It had been saying it for days, with decreasing conviction. You are complicating a situation that was already complicated. He is your professor. He is off-limits. He is older and you do not know anything real about him and the way you feel when he's in the room is not a good enough reason to,

Isla’s POV I froze. I definitely wasn’t affected by his words. But then goosebumps lined my skin. Heat built low in my belly and my thighs clenched together instinctively. If I wasn’t affected by his dirty way of talking, why then was my body betraying me? I cleared my throat. “You are my professor sir and I’m nothing but a student. I don’t think there’s anything I would be able to offer you.” I completely ignored the part where he mentioned the night before.

"So you're saying it doesn't connect?" Snickers from the back grow louder. "I'm saying it's outside the scope of this lesson." He tilted his head just slightly. "Or maybe it's difficult to connect?" More laughter and whispers. Heat crawled up my neck. "How does she not know the answer to a student's question... but she calls herself a professor" Someone whispered loud enough for me to hear. I don't know if he was deliberately trying to make me an object of mockery but it was genuinely pissing me off.

I exclaimed, my mouth almost touching the floor, I couldn’t believe my best professor was here, a huge smile plastered on his face, his black hair, invaded with the grey hair, pilled up neatly on his head, his coffee stained teeth gaping. “Elena, Wow, I thought I wouldn’t see you again,” he walked to where I was, I felt relieved, I was about to hug him before the guards pulled me back. “ Sir ordered us that no one is allowed two feet near you, so am going to request you to step back, please,” the guard begged, I couldn’t believe it, so I was going to be lonely for the rest of my life. “So I can’t hug my tutor, I know him, he would never hurt me,” I grunted uncomfortably before Professor cut

Relief washed through me. For a moment, I forgot where I was. The door opened. My heart dropped straight into my stomach. Professor Enzo strode back in and stopped. His eyes caught on my open shirt. They lingered. Just a second too long. Something dark flickered in his expression before he masked it, jaw tightening like he was restraining himself. “What do you think you’re doing?” he said. I swallowed. Hard. “You don’t listen,” he continued, voice sharp now. “You don’t respect boundaries. And now you think this is a place to get comfortable?”

He looks at me again, really looks, and I feel stripped bare in a way that has nothing to do with my open robe, my bare thighs, the wetness still cooling on my skin. "Not like this," he says. "Not with you half-undressed and me standing here like a fucking idiot, still hard from watching you touch yourself." He laughs, but there's no humor in it. "Jesus, Bella. You're supposed to be off-limits." "Says who?" "Says your brother. Says every rule I've ever told myself about you. Says—" He stops, his jaw working, and I watch him fight with whatever he's about to say next.

“This area is restricted to students." “Professor Holden," I call out, relief flooding my voice. " This area is completely restricted from students,” he repeats in his stern no nonsense tone. " I will not punish you two. But take this as your first warning." Coral nods, but he's not staring at her. His eyes are pinning me down with some kind of intensity I can't explain. “Now you girls take your leave and do well to keep away from here." " Our deepest apologies professor. We will heed your warning and not trespass again.” Coral is first one out of the door and I follow closely behind her.