Sinful Submission

2 ~ Legs Like Temptation.

None of them were prepared for her. But I was—after spending the past week stalking her, jerking off to her memory, and craving her every move.

RYDER

Miss Alessia walked into the lecture room like she owned every goddamn heartbeat in the room—her hips swaying in those tight leather skirts that hugged her like a siren call itself.

Her blouse was barely hanging on, each button clinging for dear life as her full, perfectly sculpted n*****s strained against the thin fabric. Again!

She wasn't wearing a bra. I would’ve bet my life on that.

She doesn’t look a day older than a third-year student—just sexier, smarter, and way more dangerous than any of them.

I couldn't resist licking my bottom lip.

She smirked. Like she knew the kind of thoughts she stirred in filthy young minds like mine. And hell, she was right.

Every step she took in those high heels echoed in my chest. I wondered what those legs would feel like wrapped around me—tight, controlling, and trembling when she finally broke.

And what dirty words would she say?

“Good morning, class.” She greeted, interrupting my thoughts as she dropped her textbook on the table.

She isn’t just hot—she is dangerous. A deadly temptation I know I mustn't touch… but already want to ruin. And I swear—when her eyes flicked to mine, just for a second—I forgot my own damn name.

“Ryder Flynn, right?” She asked, her full attention to me.

“Yes… yes… I am.” My voice shook unnecessarily.

What is happening to me?

“What was the topic we talked about in the last class?” She asked, moving closer to me.

My breath hitched and I blew out some air. My body was heating up as she took each step towards me.

“Ryder, don't you know it?” She asked, stopping in front of me.

I lowered my head, trying to not look her directly in the eyes. I knew the answer but I… I don't know what came over me.

My brain just flatlined.

She moved away from my front and when she passed by my left, she tilted her head in my direction, letting her hot breath melt into my skin.

I almost lost my balance as I swallowed hard. By now, I'm sure my face must be flushed red. “It seems Ryder doesn't remember that.”

“That would be the reproductive system, ma’am.” I finally answered.

“Good. Since you remember, let’s go a little deeper.”

She stepped back to my front, her hips swaying while her voice dropped.

How am I noting all that again?

“Explain oogenesis to the class briefly. Let’s see if your memory’s as sharp as your mouth.”

I smirked suddenly. She was testing me. I replied, my tone playful, but confident, “Oogenesis is the process where the female body produces eggs... It starts before birth, pauses, then picks up again during puberty. Unlike guys, only one mature ovum is usually produced per cycle. Kinda makes them more... precious, doesn’t it?”

The class laughed quietly, but Alessia only arched a brow.

“Hmm. Not bad,” she said. “Though I’m sure you would describe it so much better if I asked you one-on-one.”

She turned away… but then glanced over her shoulder. “One more. Since you're on a roll, what’s the role of the corpus luteum after ovulation?”

With a smoother voice and my eyes slightly narrowed in interest, I responded, “It secretes progesterone... to maintain the uterine lining in case fertilization happens.” I shrugged, but my gaze lingered on her back. “Basically, it makes sure everything’s soft, thick, and ready... just in case something’s about to go down.”

She turned suddenly. And I saw it. The glint in her eyes.

“Ryder is a funny guy.” A female student chuckled from behind.

“Bro, you just hit the nail on the head.” Sophia whispered.

“Brotherhood is proud of you.” Some guys shouted from the back.

Alessia’s lips curled into the slightest grin. “Impressive,” she said, turning to face the board again—though every inch of her posture screamed: This isn’t over.

She continued the lecture. Surprisingly, for the third time, I didn't sleep off in her class or pressed my phone. My eyes were just on her as she moved graciously and spoke like she was weaving words of temptation.

When the class ended, she dismissed the class.

Sophia tapped my shoulders gently, “Hmm… I can see you have an eye for her.”

“Maybe,” I whispered, adding a wink.

“Just try not to cry when she ruins you.” She smiled, patting my shoulders.

The students left the room one after the other until the room fell silent and I found myself seated in the middle and Miss Alessia who was still resting on the edge of the desk with her legs crossed, and her fingers lazily flipping through a textbook she wasn’t even reading.

Her silver-white hair was pinned up earlier in class, a few loose strands hanging like fallen silk. That porcelain skin caught the dying sunlight pouring through the windows, glowing like a massage oil.

“You enjoy the lecture, Ryder?” She asked, her voice too low for a simple question.

I leaned back in my seat, dragging my gaze down her body.

“Honestly,” I said, “I stopped listening when you started talking about the female orgasm. Kinda felt like a personal attack.”

That made her smile. Just a little.

“I noticed the way you squirmed,” she murmured, finally looking up.

And f**k, her eyes—sharp, ice-blue, soaked in flirtation. She knew exactly what she was doing to me with them.

She stood and took slow steps toward me, her heels tapping gently, while her hips swayed like a rhythm I couldn’t unhear.

“It’s uncanny… the way you talk back. It’s almost like he never died.” She said, stopping just inches from my desk.

“Who never died?” I asked.

“No one.” She leaned in slightly. “Let’s focus on ourselves.” She smirked. “I know what you are, Ryder.”

I arched my brow. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

She smirked. “A boy who wants to act like a man. But you’ve never really been ruined before… have you?”

Boom.

That line hit me in my chest.

I swallowed hard, shifting in my seat as my jeans got tighter. She was close now. I could smell her perfume—vanilla, mixed with something spicy, like danger wrapped in sugar.

Then she turned and walked back toward the door. She locked it and returned to the desk slowly, like she wanted me to feel every step.

She sat back on the desk and lifted her skirt just slightly.

Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Do you ever think about what I would look like with my legs open… right here in front of you?”

Speaking of a bullet piercing the skin. Or rather… hitting the nail on the head.

As for her question, f**k yes, I had. Partially, every night since I saw her for the first time and deep down, I know it's not what I should engage myself into.

She sighed softly. “I’m not your classmate, Ryder. I’m not someone you can f**k behind a lecture room's door and forget.” She looked me dead in the eye. “I’m the kind of woman who will watch you fall apart… still leaving you hard, aching, and completely under her spell.”

Then she spread her legs.

My breath caught.

She had no panties. Just soft, smooth skin and a wet, glistening v****a staring back at me like an invitation to hell.

She touched herself. Just a slow drag of her finger down the center.

I gripped the desk, hard. My p***s jerked inside my jeans.

Then, it dawned on me… It shouldn't be happening.

You think I like f*****g? Nah. I f**k to feel power.

I wasn’t always like this. I used to say ‘yes, …’ and kneel without question. I let that… mark me… and I was left with nothing but a collar and shame. That’s why now, I don’t kneel. I make people kneel.

Every. f*****g. One.

“Biology lesson,” Miss Alessia whispered, her voice shaking now. “Watch closely, Ryder. Because this is the only mercy you will ever get.”