Novel & Cerita Surrender To My Professor Where To Watch

She groaned trying to snap away the thought of his huge dick playing In her head. “Are you okay?” Mira asked softly and Elena batted her lashes, flashing Mira a smile, a fake smile. “I am okay.” “Have you submitted the files?” Mira further asked and Elena stared perplexed at her. “How did you know of that?” “Well, Professor Clint told us the new professor would not be introducing himself today and you would be submitting the class files and information to him as the class rep.” “He couldn’t get his lazy ass to come introduce himself but he could fucking masturbate.”she cursed under her breath while Mira just stared at her perplexed.

“Do you think you’ll ever start painting again?” He closed the portfolio before answering. “I don’t know. Do you think you’ll ever learn to love the storm again?” That was a question I didn’t have the answers to, so I remained silent. I wanted to tell him that I could still see the artist in him, in the way he guided his student’s hand to correct a brushstroke. The words caught in my throat. Wouldn’t that be too intimate for a student to say to her professor? “The storm seems to be clearing.” Professor Grayson observed, rising from his seat. “But I think it would be best if you stayed here tonight. The roads will be flooded, and it's not too safe to walk back to the dorms in this weather.”

His expression went blank again. My chest tightened painfully as panic and embarrassment ate me whole. I looked down immediately. “Ria…?” Maya whispered beside me. “Why do you look like you’ve just seen a ghost?” Because I have. The man who gave me an orgasm last night is standing in front of the entire class, introducing himself as our new professor. I forced a small shake of my head. “Nothing.” She didn’t look convinced, but she let it go. Professor Thiago turned to the board. But before he fully turned, his eyes met mine again. It was just a quick glance but I saw his jaw tick.

He really is. "That will be the end of the class. Make sure you guys get the texts, we will start studying them next week. If you can't buy, you can borrow from the library. I think there are ebooks of it also. I am saying all these because I won't entertain any excuses. If you have any question, you can ask them now. And no autograph requests please." Professor Zane says and the class erupts in laughter. Claire just beams beside me.

Fuck me harder Adrian. The cold water wasnt doing shit. My cock was still standing at attention, begging for attention. I grabbed the soap and tried to wash away the thoughts but my hand kept drifting down, brushing against it accidentally on purpose. One stroke. Just one. And then I was lost. I grab my cock, stroking it as I imagined the way her fucking pussy grips my cock so deliciously. Moan fuck me. In my head she was on her knees in the lecture hall after everyone left, her glasses fogged up, lipstick smeared from sucking me off under the desk during office hours. Call me Mrs. Stone she would say, her voice all breathy and needy. Say it while you fuck your professor.

Stood up and walked to the door. — Tomorrow we begin your lessons. I want to see how far your resistance goes. — What are you going to teach me? How to behave like your doll? He paused at the door, throwing me a glance over his shoulder. — No. I want to teach you to surrender without realizing it. To desire me, even while hating me. — His eyes burned. — I want to make you beg to stay. A sarcastic laugh escaped me. — Not even in your wildest dreams.

My breath caught in my throat. "Where did you get that?" I whispered, my hands gripping the edge of the stool so hard the metal bit into my palms. “That was a private departmental file. Professor Harrison promised—" "Professor Harrison works for a university that relies on our broadcasting f*e, sweetie," Sarah said, her smile returning like a razor blade. “This clip is going live on the HypeTV streaming platform tomorrow morning at eight a.m. As the official preview package for the championship special." "You can't do that," I gasped, standing up, my chest heaving. "The contract has a clause! I have editorial control over my personal video diaries—"

“You’re late.” “I….I’m sorry, Professor,” I stammered, stepping inside and closing the door behind me. My cheeks burned. “There was… an issue with the online submission. I brought the physical copy and the drive.” He watched me approach his desk, those dark eyes never leaving my face. Up close, he was even more overwhelming. The faint scent of his cologne mixed with something darker, woodsy and masculine. I could see the sharp line of his collarbone where the top button of his shirt was undone. My mind flashed back to my fantasies, his hands unbuttoning that shirt, his mouth on mine.

I had just sent a video of myself masturbating to my professor, and he hadn't even said "thank you." I walked back to the espresso machine, my legs still feeling like jelly. I felt dirty, exposed, and strangely hungry for more. I looked at my phone one last time, wondering what he was doing with that video right now. Buzz. Buzz. Professor Ashton: Monday 5pm. My office.

The screen glowed faintly as she began to record, capturing not just the sound but the electric tension that hung between us, thick and palpable. A sly smile crept across her lips as she hit the stop button, a rush of satisfaction coursing through her. “Perfect,” she murmured to herself, her voice barely above a whisper, as if it were a secret meant only for the shadows that surrounded her. “Let’s see how long your professor shields you after this.” That night, a new video flickered to life on social media—a provocative tease titled: “After Hours: What Happens in Professor Gray’s Office.”