The Professor And The Madman Novels & Stories

The students finally managed to separate them and just then, other professors came in, yelling at him for being so inconsiderate. He left the class in a hurry, his mind spinning with different thoughts. He hated what he was turning into but he couldn't help it. It felt like he was losing his mind, all because he needed to fuck. “Damnit, man, what's the problem? You're not like this.” Mason, his pal and fellow professor said, following him and he rubbed his face in frustration. “I don't fucking know either! I'm gonna go see the doctor.” He replied and without asking, Mason followed him.

“You are the craziest man I have ever met in my entire life!” Laro froze in his tracks. I pointed at him. “What the fuck was that?” His chest rose heavily. “You were talking to a man.” “What?” “You were touching him.” I blinked. For a moment I genuinely thought I had heard him wrong. “That was my professor, dude. My professor.” His expression only darkened. “Oh, so you like the student-professor kink?” I stared at him, then I laughed. Not because it was funny. Because it was ridiculous.

“You had one last chance to redeem yourself. You just needed to bloody graduate, Imogen. That man is gone, he never really loved you. He just wanted to get into your pants, and you let him!” “Whoring yourself around, is that the only professor you slept with? Which other professor did you give yourself to?” my father asks, his voice low and menacing as he takes off his belt. “None... it's just him, I swear,” I choke out, my voice barely a whisper, my eyes wide with terror.

All I can see is that the two of them have lost their tension and are still close together, even when Madman pats Bonnie on the shoulder. "You're young, you're unlimited, and some people can already see the end. I advise you to plan for your future. Don't be like a dog, waiting for someone to throw you a bone." Bonnie heard his last words and there was a little anger in her eyes, but this time she pushed it back. "What can I do?" Madman suddenly turned Bonnie around and looked at me. I was shocked, thinking that Madman was going to sell me out to Bonnie. I cringed for a moment before realizing that they were looking at the desk where the professor kept his notes.

It's never been more than that has it? When we arrive on the legal floor, the professor is in his office, marking up a case file with large sweeps of a yellow highlighter. He doesn't notice us at first, so I tap on his desk. It takes the professor a moment to notice us, even with Hunter calling his name. “Professor McCannon,” Hunter tries again, knocking on the surface of his desk. Magnus blinks as if waking from a dream and then pulls out a single earbud. It is blasting some kind of heavy metal music and I raise an eyebrow in surprise. He never struck me as the kind of person who’d listen to death metal.

said professor Can with a scare expression . ' He must be very angry ! ' thought Liam and Justin at the same time with a nervous expression . " Then....we are going ! Have a nice day professor ! " said Liam with a nervous tone . " Have a nice day professor ! " said Justin and the professor nodded his head then the two of them left towards the door . The others looked at Justin and Liam with a hopeless expression and wanted to follow the two of them outside . Professor Can hit the table , in an angry way , to get their attention then they looked at him with a nervous expression .

he stuttered. "Much better," he released his hand from the collar and patted his back in a harsh but calm way, "do not piss me more than you already have, first you ignored her when she begged to consider her, then you give her that shabby room, you literally begging for me to blow your head out." The professor shook his head then clasped his hand together, "mercy... I won't do anything rash again, please mercy on me." Seeing the professor beg like that sent shivers down my spine, even with the way Conrad was acting, it seemed that he was definitely worth my suspicion and I was slowly walking into his trap.

Iam feeling giddy. The argument stopped for a minute, and something crashed into the room. I surely can’t look at it. “I now know your weakness, Chris. Remember, I can kill you,” the professor says, and there’s no reply from Chris. “But I won’t kill you. I will escape from here while you stay here,” the professor murmured to himself and the door slammed shut. I opened the closet and saw Chris laying on the floor. His hands are on his other arm, holding tightly with pain.

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?

“What the fuck was that for?” He looked almost amused. “You looked like you needed it.” “I did not need a hug,” I said through gritted teeth. “The professor’s an asshole,” he said simply. “You shouldn’t let assholes ruin your mood.” I stared at him, half angry, half confused. “You are so obnoxious you know that right?.” “I’m not,” he said with an even tone. “I'm just saying. You shouldn’t give people like him that much power over you. He’s a miserable old man who probably cries when he looks at his paycheck.”