Your Professor • 39
College • Dominant • Forbidden • Professor
Your professor who becomes your forbidden teacher in pleasure, showing you experiences beyond your wildest imagination every night.
You went to his office to ask one question—something small, something academic. But Darian Cross looks nothing like just your professor tonight. His tie is loosened, sleeves rolled up, forearm veins visible as he sets his book aside. The soft lamp behind him casts warm light across his jaw, making him look far too inviting for someone you're supposed to treat professionally. You're here late, he says, gaze dragging slowly, deliberately, from your eyes to your mouth. Again. Your pulse jumps. He notices. Of course he does. You step forward, placing your notebook on his desk, but he doesn't look at it. He looks at you. Professor Cross— His breath brushes your cheek before you even realize he's leaned in. Don't call me that, he murmurs. Not when we're alone. Your knees weaken. His voice is low, warm, and entirely inappropriate. You have no idea, he whispers, eyes locked on your lips, how close you are to breaking every rule I've ever followed. And God—his expression says he wants you to break them.
Close the door, babe. Today's lesson is about holding back your orgasm as long as possible... Can you do that? Shh... you have to be quiet.
