IN LOVE WITH THE COLD BLOODED PROFESSOR

In my Room

⚠️ Content Warning / 18+ This chapter contains explicit s****l content, strong language, and a consensual professor/student dynamic involving power imbalance. All characters involved in s****l content are consenting adults over the age of 18. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

I hadn't been outside in days.

And when I did have to leave, I hid beneath my hoodie, head down, eyes constantly scanning my surroundings.

I didn't know what I was hiding from.

I just knew that ever since that stare, something felt wrong.

It wasn't terrifying.

It was worse.

It was hideous—the kind of feeling that crawled beneath my skin and refused to leave.

So I stayed inside.

Because somehow, being unseen felt safer.Even when I was outside, I never felt safe. It always felt like someone was staring straight down at me.

Maybe I deserved to feel that way.

Who gets involved with a professor and expects everything to stay normal?

They had to maintain that perfect professor image. No slips. No risks.

And if I became a risk, my imagination told me Ashton could go as far as getting me kicked out of my dream college.

Maybe that was why I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched.

I was alone in the room as usual

Myra had gone out to spend the night at Jayden's

Jayden was the guy she had met in the cafe the other day .

Jayden was the guy she had met at the café the other day.

He was a junior,

and I’d give it to him—he was quite attractive.

He played for the hockey team, and from the way Myra emphasized it, I figured he was good.

He certainly thought so too. The boy had a healthy opinion of himself.

He'd come over a few times, always carelessly stepping over the whole "no boys allowed rule" Still, it was unusual seeing Myra go over to his place.

Jayden, on the other hand, seemed perfectly comfortable with it.

It's only been three weeks since we came here, and she was already getting comfortable breaking the rules.

I guess we are different I am too cluged to the damned rules

. I was supposed to see a movie , unconsciously I stayed in it while in my head. I guess I love it there.

My room was fully lit.

Too lit, actually. I'd turned on everything — the overhead light, the desk lamp, the warm yellow fairy lights I'd taped to the wall last year. I was trying to make it feel less empty. Less watched.

Then it all went out.

Not a flicker. A full blackout. One second white light, next second black so thick I couldn't see my own hands.

My chest dropped. "No, no, no—"

I fumbled for my phone, couldn't find it on the bed. I stood up, hands out in front of me, bare feet on the cold floor, trying to remember where the wall was, where the switchboard was.

I was two steps from the door when I heard it.

"You don't seem to like the dark. It's only been a few minutes."

That familiar husky voice. Low. Calm. Right behind me.

I froze. My blood went cold. I recognized that voice before my brain even caught up.

Even through the dark, I could see him.

Or rather — I could feel how much of it he was taking up. The height. The shadow that was darker than the darkness itself. He was hovering over me, too close, and I hadn't even heard him move.

I couldn't breathe right. My back hit the wall. I was still in that oversized hoodie, still trying to disappear inside it, and it was useless now.

"How did you get in here?" My voice came out smaller than I wanted it to.

He didn't answer right away. He just stood there, letting the dark do what his stare had done that day in class — peeling, lingering, hideous.

Then he tilted his head slightly, like he was studying me.

"You left the lights on for three days straight. I figured you were waiting for someone to turn them off."

I wasn't even a bit surprised by his broad confession

to stalking me .

"what do you want" I asked him almost shakily

"you need to get out of here "

He moved closer as tho cutting my supply of Air

" you don't seem to want me out of here , he stretched his dominate hand to coup my face , his long fingers went over my lower lips

I could moan at the sensations I was getting

it was just his fingers , why do I feel Soo much for his touch . my middle was already sucking wet , my panties was stuck on it as a second skin

As though sensing my state

" you don't seem to want me gone now "

He started moving down my body , my chin , my

jaw , my neck, then he stopped , bringing his mouth to my neck, his hot breath spread across different parts of my body . His body was Soo close to me , I could feel his hard muscles , his chest,his bulge .. mmmh He was sucking on my neck... I was making sounds . he could hear me , this is soo embarrassing , would I be able to look him in the eyes after this . He was biting and sucking into my neck , I fell to him , my kneels had gone jelly from the new feelings

His fingers had traveled down into my hoodie

feeling me completely naked beneath it

" you are bare "

um I almost nodded at him ,

He pinched my n****e I shifted against his hand , rubbling against it as if consoling the bud .

He raised me in my full height , pulling me on himself He is Soo tall

I wrapped my legs around his torso,

I was quite surprised , cause I mean , I am a bit heavy

His hands held me tight against himself , holding me to the hard wall

Bringing his mouth to my already hard n****e , I bit down on my lips , enough to draw blood ...

He kept sucking on one n****e while he fiddled with the other ..

All forms of emotions overtook me ,

it was too exciting, inviting,

I had never felt this way before even when I m*********d .

This was Intense ........."

He kept sucking on me , his mouth moving in sync with a rhythm he had created for himself without a warning, he threw me over the bed , the intense pleasure I was in

blindfolded me to pains

He pulled off my long pajamas pants ... the cold breeze

missed my hotness ,moving his hands my thighs, kissing on them , sucking, he was going deep into my inner thighs, I was aching to feel him there, sensing my impatience

" you have to be a good girl bun "

"would you be "

"would you be a good girl "

I slowly nodded

He went back in , this time his fingers had found their way down my opening

" you are sucking wet for me "

His husky voice sounds Soo much good when I hear him like this . was he always the this good "

who would have thought I would be in this hit mess , getting thrown off in my own room ....

Who would have thought he could pull a stunt like that coming all the way up here, just to watch me fall apart in his hands.whatever this is , I am going with it