Professor Romance Novels & Stories

PROFESSOR’S PET: AFTER-CLASS DISCIPLINE Chapter 1: I Get Called to Detention by My Female Professor I always thought I was straight. I’d dated boys in high school — sweet, safe boys who kissed me politely and never pushed for more. I had crushes on male actors and professors who looked like they belonged in a romance novel. I never once looked at another woman and felt anything beyond casual admiration or friendship. Until Professor Elena Voss.

Sloane picked the pasta special, then flashed a quick smile at the waiter that had him blushing. The moment I left, I gave her a mock glare. “You do that on purpose.” “What, being nice?” “Flirting with waiters.” Her lips curved. “It’s called having good manners.” “Mm-hm.” She sipped her water, trying to hide her grin. “Are you jealous, Professor?” “Not jealous,” I said slowly, eyes holding hers. “Just possessive.” Her breath caught slightly, though she tried to play it off. I didn’t push further. I didn’t need to. The tension between us was already thick enough to taste.

He whispered as if he didn't want to hear it, but she heard it. Smiling she jumped up and wept her legs at the professor's waist. Her arms were already wrapped around her neck. And since their faces were now facing each other she could clearly see the masculinity of his eyes. She didn't know even though her skirt was already rolled up and her thighs that is white and smooth. Smilin, she brought her mouth closer and kissed the professor. The moment her lips touches his, Hera closed her eyes to savor the sweet lips of her professor. She was about to separate as the professor deepened their kiss.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

This comment immediately made the other nurses burst into laughter. "Maybe there's no need to seduce anyone? Have you heard? Some say that Dr. Jones and Professor Marshall have a special relationship..." Suddenly, someone steered the conversation even further off course. "Really? Is that true?" "There’s quite an age difference between her and Professor Marshall, isn’t there?" "Professor Marshall is so refined and elegant, always dressed in a suit underneath his lab coat. He’s also charming and educated, and not too old either. There’s plenty of such May-December romances!"

Now, clad in a tweed suit, looking very much the Professor, with his honey blonde hair falling over his forehead and the wide, sexy smile he wore, the blue eyes behind the wide glasses making him look curiously boyish, he hurried across, eyes on Ria, moving curiously to the large brooding dark man beside her but dismissing him immediately. Once, at a party, he had sought her out and she had even spent the evening chatting with him. That was until he had tried to kiss her and she had firmly rejected his advances. She had managed to evade him after that night but Professor Nick Martin was made of sterner stuff and imagining himself to be the world’s most eligible man, he had continued to woo h

**Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Power can be the ultimate aphrodisiac. Especially when it’s held by a man who knows exactly how to break a woman down and rebuild her into his perfect little pet. Tonight’s confession is about a strict professor and his failing student — turned into a very personal, very secret research subject on the limits of female pleasure. This one is slow-burning, controlling, and deliciously filthy. Here is the confession of “Professor’s Pet Project.” ---

The sensations were electrifying, and I couldn't help but close my eyes, savoring the blissful intimacy of the moment. Professor Blake's hands gently cradled my face as he continued to shower my neck with affectionate kisses. His actions were filled with both passion and tenderness, and I could feel the love and desire that flowed between us like an unending current. As his lips moved upward, his eyes met mine, and in that shared gaze, we communicated a profound understanding. This connection was not just about physical desire; it was a union of hearts and souls that defied the conventional boundaries of professor and student.

His shoulders are broad, his dark hair is perfectly messy and his eyes scanned the students once before he spoke. "Professor Harlan, thank you for the warm-up," he said with his deep and smooth voice. "I'm Professor Adrian Knight. I'll be taking over this Literature course for the rest of the semester." Whispers spread across the hall and Juliet stared. He looked too young to be a full professor, maybe early thirties, but his presence filled the room. He set his bag on the desk and turned to the class. "Forbidden love," he continued, picking up right where they left off. "The kind that destroys careers, families, even lives. Why do we keep writing about it? Why do we keep reading it?"

The same mouth that had been on me last night. Professor Elias Thorne. The man I fucked senseless in a hotel room. The man I was supposed to marry. He scanned the room and his eyes landed on me. I could see the same recognition I had on my face, flash through his. But it was gone in a second as he cleared his throat and stepped onto the podium. “Good morning,” he said calmly. “I’m Professor Thorne. Welcome to Advanced Literary Theory.” For a moment I just remained transfixed. Mara nudged me. “You okay? You look like you saw a ghost.”