Chapter 1 – It’s Our Secret. Professor

I felt his crotch pr**s against my a** as he bent me over the desk. I chuckled at his eagerness to f**k my guts out this early in the morning but I didn’t want to be late for class.

My boyfriend kept me pr**sed to the desk as I tried to get up. “I’m so f**king ha*d. Please, Nadia.” His growing d*ck pr**sed against my a** and I felt w*t already. He immediately lifted my dress and slapped me ha*d on the a**.

He murmured, “so petite.” Sebastian loved my small body and wouldn’t hesitate to spread me in any position and f**k me.

“I hate to be late-,” I tried to say but he was already pushing my panties to the side and I gave up. I wanted him to f**k me more than I hated being late.

Sebastian’s c**k never failed to satisfy me; he was average but the way he manhandled me made me c*m instantly. He was rough. I liked it rough.

He held my head in place, caring little whether it hurt me and inserted his d*ck into my p**sy, going all in without warning. I immediately whimpered in pain and pleasure. I couldn’t see much but I heard his grunts.

“My little wh*re,” he whispered in my ear and I felt embarrassed about how much I enjoyed being degraded but I wanted to fully embrace my kinks.

He pushed his c**k in and out of me and I moaned his name out-loud. “ha*der, I beg you.”

His other hand held me in place as he pumped his veiny c**k inside my p**sy. The desk was moving with us. We were in my dorm and my roommate Penelope didn’t sleep here last night.

Sebastian slapped my a** ha*d and rough, always leaving red marks. He put his forearm around my neck and steadied me as he continued ruining my hole.

“Who do you belong to?”

I whimpered, “You. You only.”

He came in me, filling me with c*m. Luckily, I was on birth control. We always did it raw.

His hand squeezed tighter around my neck. “Promise.”

“I promise. Please, continue.” Even though he came, he still continued f**king me with his fingers curled up inside of me, looking for the g spot.

It didn’t take long for me to c*m all over them.

My boyfriend loved seeing me suck my c*m-filled fingers. So, I did it when he brought them to my mouth. All I wanted was to please him.

I quickly got dressed and I kissed him on the mouth before picking up my phone and leaving my dorm.

This was my sophomore year of college and my first class of history. My degree in journalism forced me to take a history course in my second year. My parents have already figured out my future but I’ve never liked college.

I spotted the brunette-haired girl in the hallway. Penelope looked at me with her long, green eyes. My roommate was always very cold and distant, but I knew she cared about me.

“Hey. What were you up to last night?” I asked her as we walked side by side. She didn’t have any class this morning. That’s why she didn’t sleep in our dorm.

“Oh, well, you know.” She gave me a short smirk. She was beyond beautiful and very tall. She could have been a model.

Penelope brushed her bangs out of her eyes as she looked me up and down. “You smell of s*x.”

“Yeah, I haven’t showered yet.”

“Ew. Gross. Why did I ask?” We laughed out loud.

“Don’t judge me. I was late for class-,” as I said this, I realized it was already past 9 am.

Charlotte, our best friend, came up to us as we were about to go separate ways. She gave me a gingerly hug. She was the sweetest out of us. Probably the nicest girl in the world.

“I really have to go,” I said as I ran away to the infoboard of the classes. I couldn’t remember where it was.

I was in trouble already, not that I wasn’t used to that, but I didn’t want my parents to cause a scene again. Their power and money were overwhelming me.

Sure, I had everything. Yet I still felt alone.

When I finally found the class, I realized I was twenty minutes late. Most professors at Layton University were strict on punctuality. I was hoping this one wasn’t. Attendance is obligatory here, especially in the first period.

I knocked and opened the door without waiting. The whole class was full to the brim. I’ve never seen a fuller class before-even with the attendance obligation, there were always free seats. Not today.

Everyone looked at me and my gaze fell on the middle-aged man standing in front of the white board. I had to keep everything in me to not faint. He was the most handsome man I’d ever seen. His dark brown eyes pierced into my soul, literally penetrating me. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t say anything.

“And you are?”

Before I could respond, he did it for me. “Late.”

I gulped down ha*d. I’ve never felt smaller in front of a man before, not even when Sebastian degraded me for reciprocal s*xual pleasure.

“I’m sorry.” I finally spoke. “I am Nadia Prescott… it’s my first history class.” I’ve never felt more pathetic.

His tall body, straight like a pin. The way his white shirt melted around his muscles and his full lips. When he walked up to me, I thought I was going to die. I even forgot all those students looking at me. They must have seen me drool.

“I’m Mr. Reynolds. Since there are no seats available, you can take my seat.”

I chocked on my own saliva. Was he also hitting on me or just being polite? Growing up around men who only cared to use me has really narrowed my perspective on them just being nice for no reason. I was horny all the time. My mind was clouded.

I looked at his hand. A wedding ring. He was married. A professor would never hit on a student but that didn’t mean I couldn’t admire from afar.

I sat down in his seat. All the women in the class were noticing him. That’s why it was full.

Was he even aware of how handsome he was? How lucky his wife was?

“Today we will go over the syllabus for this year, so take out your notebooks, laptops, whatever. Write down everything.” I forgot my laptop. The professor gave me a piece of paper from his desk and a pen. He was so close; I felt his strong cologne flood my senses.

“Whether you were forced to take this class or you have a passion for dead people, history is everything. Our present would be nothing without history. We should learn from it so we won’t ever repeat it again and understand our privilege in living in one of the safest eras.”

His voice was silk, husky, so deep. I couldn’t even focus on what he was saying. I just knew he sounded smart.

I was deeply aware of my boyfriend’s c*m inside of me as I imagined this other man f**king me. I was a wh*re. I didn’t deserve Sebastian. But I wanted Mr. Reynolds and I didn’t care what I would have to do to get him.

I wasn’t a cheater. There was nothing wrong in fantasizing about a hot man. I kept repeating myself this so I wouldn’t feel guilty while kissing my boyfriend.

“Earth to Nadia. What are you thinking of?” Charlotte asks, pulling me out of head.

Since I saw my professor three days ago it’s all I could think of. Not even the upcoming party would change that, even though I’m a big party lover.

“Have you seen the history teacher?” He is damn hot,” Penelope chimed in, reading my mind.

I felt a weird sense of ownership over him, no other student was allowed to find him hot. Only me.

“I haven’t seen him but I heard some things about Mr. Reynolds.” Charlotte replied.

I preferred to not say anything yet. Since I planned to do… some things with him. I figured it would be best to not brag.

“What kind of things?” Penelope was the femme fatale of our trio; she was a hoe-didn’t mind being called one either. She could get any man she wanted. I could too but I’ve been in a relationship for a year now.

“He is originally from the UK, he has taught in-,”

“Ugh, boring. The accent is hot. I meant, if you heard anything spicy about him.”

Charlotte shook her head. “He is very mysterious, he’s not on social media! All we know is that he is married.”

“Maybe widower. I’d like to hope so.”

“And he still wears a ring?” I chimed in, not wanting to.

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