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We laughed and then my eyes fell on my hottie professor. He's looking at us suspiciously. "Now I want more details about your master professor." As Anu said excitedly, I looked at her. "Wait, first let me message him." She nodded and I typed the message. Me: You won't believe it that Anu and Cabir are also in a BDSM relationship My hottie Professor: It would be unbelievable for you, but I had already doubt on them. Me: What? How?

“Why is that a bad thing? If he’s studying here, then you guys can pick up from where you left off, right?” I sniffed and shook my head at her. “No, Jenny. He’s not a student here. He’s not studying.” “Then what is he doing here?” She asked slowly. “He’s a professor. He’s my History Professor,” I explained, more tears streaming down my face. “His name is Ian Grant.” “Shh I don’t care about his name. What did you just call him? Your history professor? Fuck…that’s… that’s fucked up!” She rubbed her forehead.

I walked across to him seductively, and he raised a brow at me but didn’t say anything. “Thank you for everything, Professor Henri,” I drawled, using that title. “Is there anything I can do…to make it up to you?” I asked, using a finger to trail up and down his chest. “Nice try, Karyna,” he smirked, grabbing my finger. “But now isn’t the time for naughty games. You’re my student and I’m your professor, even more so now than ever,” I pouted. “But we’ve done stuff before, and this is not even in a school setting,”

“It’s… fiction, Professor. Just a creative exercise. I was exploring the theme of power imbalance in mentor-student relationships for my thesis and… I got carried away.” He raised one dark eyebrow. “Carried away.” He turned the monitor slightly so I could see the screen. The paragraph he had stopped on was particularly explicit: the part where the fictional professor had the student bent over his desk during office hours, skirt rucked up, his hand fisted in her hair while he told her exactly how many points she was losing for every moan. My stomach flipped. Heat pooled low in my belly.

SIENNA'S POV The whole lecture felt like a fever dream I couldn’t wake up from. Professor Thorne Elias started the class as if there was nothing wrong. He kept a steady pace as he taught about forbidden desire in literature, power dynamics and the way characters destroy themselves chasing what they can’t have. It felt more to me like every word was arrowed at me, heck this entire topic was a bullet aimed at me. I sat there frozen, my notebook was open but my pen wasn't moving. I pressed my thighs together under the desk as flashbacks of last night came running through my mind.

It was late into the evening and they were sitting on one of the large couches in the living room, she was lying on top of him and he had an arm slung over her back, fingers trailing circles on her naked ass, She'd preheated the pizza he ordered earlier and they'd eaten until their stomachs were full and now, they were watching a soap drama on tv. Everything almost felt normal, She was a girl and he was a guy and they were just lounging around after a day of hot sex. But nothing about them was normal. She wasn't just any girl and he wasn't any guy either. He was her professor and she was his student. Maya sat up, shuffling away from his hold. She wound her arms around her body protectively,

They were able to snag an empty table to actually sit down and fill up on the food they’d grabbed. For a while, Edward was actually enjoying himself. Vanessa was absolutely adorable as usual as he tried all the different things she’d picked out. And she also let Edward feed her a few things off of his plate as well. “By the way, why did you call that guy, ‘professor’?” Vanessa asked looking at Timothy, though she has met Jennifer and knows about her love story still hasn’t seen Timothy face to face. Edward looked up and followed her line of sight and answered, “Long story, in short, he’s the husband of my best friend Jennifer, the one I’ve told you about, and he pretended as our professor wh

But those attempts quickly realized they could never compete with the professor's loyalty to his work. When he looked at Isa, he could see it. Her eyes were dark... brown like a barren forest in a frigid, snowless winter night. Yet amidst the trees was a flame. It was the same spark Isa saw in her professor that now plagued her fantasies. The sin, immorality, corruption of it all... No. She's a student. The relationship between a professor and student should always remain chaste. Although if we lived in a lawless society, Theodore would have Isa's hands bounded and her ass branded with his belt.

Already, she could see the lust floating unhindered in the air; the female students were already going gaga. “Good morning everyone, I’m Professor Noel. I will be taking you on the biochemistry of the human body.” Clean voice too. Many pants were really going to be dropping soon. She didn’t think the man would be oblivious to them for so long. Girls could be very creative when they were seeking people they were desperate for. And even though she sensed that the man was only attuned to her, she wasn’t moved by it, nor did she behave like she was aware of it. Kaden would have the professor’s head if Jutul should report the matter to him.

Jayden smirks when he saw that the professor straightened her back and looks like she even did the breast out. "Come in. Next time I would not tolerate such late students." She strictly uttered but now she is looking at Riley with so much affection in her eyes. Jayden wanted to laugh but he stopped himself. Who would not? Their professor is already old and yet, she was being captivated by the face of her handsome and dangerous student. The terror professor is indeed smitten to her one student and that is no other than, Riley.