Sinful Submission

4 ~ Her Temptation Island.

What would you do when you see your crush lecturer dripping with sexiness as a stripper in a bar? Would you get lost in her and not get enough of her?

RYDER

“How did you know she's the one wearing the mask?” I asked, my voice filled with disbelief.

By the time we followed Sophia out, her brother had arrived and the party had begun. But, there was a masked stripper on the center stage.

“She told me she wanted to stretch her muscles. I don't even know how she found her way in.” Sophia replied.

My gaze locked onto Miss Alessia. She stood frozen. Her eyes on me, her chest rising and falling.

I clenched my jaw, curiosity bubbling under my skin.

I took a step forward and that was when she spun—A sudden swirl of movement that sent shockwaves through the crowd.

Cheers exploded.

Oh, so that’s how she wants to play it? Pushing me over the edge. Entertain the crowd, but not me?

The music throbbed and then—something changed.

Confidence flooded through Miss Alessia like a sudden, unexpected storm.

I narrowed my eyes.

With each fluid motion, she commanded the space. Her body curved and twisted to the rhythm, not as a desperate, shamed woman but as a queen owning the stage.

The audience was hooked.

Every step she took was a tease, revealing just enough to tempt but never giving too much away. The dim lights slid over her skin, casting shadows that emphasized every dip and curve of her figure. Her hands trailed over her body—Slow, sensual, and deliberate.

My jaw tightened.

The music built, and she lost herself in it. Her hips rolled, her hair whipping around her face as she twirled, lost in a dance of power, seduction, and rebellion.

The crowd was eating it up.

And through it all—Her gaze never left me. The heat in her eyes was a warning.

A smirk curled her lips and I stiffened. The f**k was that look?

A chill rushed down my spine.

The song reached its peak, and Miss Alessia dropped low, her hands gripping the pole, her right knee brushing her stomach, her left pressed to the floor.

The crowd roared. But she didn’t smile. She just stared at me like she had just undressed my mind.

And throughout the night, everything went down the drain the moment Miss Alessia disappeared from the stage.

I was hardly listening to Bianca and Sophia as they bonded unnecessarily. I didn't even know when I fell asleep.

All I remembered was when I woke up, I had a splitting headache and it was morning when I checked my phone.

I forced my way through the heap of bodies on the floor and right there, on the stage where Miss Alessia had danced, Bianca was being banged.

Bianca was on all fours. One guy inside her, another with his f****d up manhood in her mouth. She saw me. She moaned and beckoned like I was just next on the list.

I looked away.

Exactly why I hate the past. I cried enough back when… no. No names tonight. The feeling of being left alone. No one is truly here to stay. Just me. Alone in this world.

I left the building and took a taxi back to the hostel.

Desmond wasn't in the room and I chuckled darkly. A lot of students might be getting suspension letters.

I pulled off my clothes and ran into the bathroom.

As I opened the shower, cold water lashed out on me and all I could see was Bianca getting banged.

Anger coursed through my veins and I stomped my fist against the wall repeatedly.

Then, the flashes flooded into my memory. The cuffs, the chains, the dark rugs… Not now!

The only thing that eases the pain isn’t love. It’s f*****g. Power. Making someone beg.

Slowly, my hand reached below and I started rubbing the tip of my p***s. I tilted my head backward as I bit my lower lip. I ran my left hand across my thighs.

I don't know how, but vivid images of Miss Alessia flashed through my eyes and I found myself jerking faster.

And I could only let my imagination take over me:

… My hand moved faster before I shoved my p***s into her goddamn p***y. She laid back into the table and let her hands grip the edge of it and she wrapped her hands around my waist, pulling me deeper into her.

My eyes locked onto hers, our fingers intertwined before I placed a kiss on her lips and in that moment, she wrapped her legs around me, forcing me to remain deeply into her.

She began to grind her waist against mine, my p***s filling her p***y as it got more and more stimulated. We both moaned into our mouth while her hands ran down my spine.

I couldn't take it anymore and before I knew it, I broke from the kiss and I wrapped my hand around her neck. She gasped—half fear, half invitation.

“Do it,” she smiled as her eyes bore into mine.

Like she just passed out a command, I began to move my waist and started thrusting hard into her. My body leaning into hers, sculpting a moment of desire and longing.

A minute later, her body tensed effortlessly beneath me. She tugged at my biceps for freedom but I was too drowned in her p***y like she had wanted that I failed to take note of what was happening.

She screamed at the top of her voice as her orgasm dripped out of her p***y while I didn't wait. I continued to f**k her—even at a faster pace, hustling for my own selfish motive. My orgasm.

About thirty seconds later, I growled into the air and buried myself into her p***y as my body shook above her while emptying myself into her.

Then, I fell onto her chest.

And it ended just like that: My imagination.

…. I look down at the wall in front of me. My c*m splattered across the tile like proof of how deep she lived inside my head.

I had my bath quickly and left the bathroom. I put on my clothes and ran to class. As expected, a lot of students got suspension letters, especially those that lived in the college’s hostel. Desmond escaped somehow.

Later that evening, Desmond had left the room to get something from the nearby store outside college while I scrolled through t****k, a popular app for watching a variety of content.

Then, a w******p message came in. I ignored it as I found the content more interesting.

Then, a photo drop.

My curiosity took over and I exited the app to open my w******p. And right in there, I clicked on the new contact.

My jaw loosened. I swallowed hard as I saw the clean shaved pink p***y that was sent to me. Miss Alessia's.

My p***s twitched in my boxers and I sat up.

Her message came in.

“Do you like it?”

The stupid me typed away in a hurry.

“Yes.”

“Then, come over and suck the f*****g p***y with your mouth while your fingers roll in and out of it till I c*m all over your f*****g face. That way, we can complete our biology lessons.”

“I can't. I…” I was still typing away when a message came in from her.

“394 Lexington Row, Raventon. Meet me there.”

This is like stepping into a furnace but what can I do? My body just wants to put itself into her arms.

I got into one of my best clothes and slid my palm slippers on. It didn't take long before I rushed out of the hostel and stopped a taxi. I boarded it quickly to the address in the message.

I reached the address and my jaw dropped.

Is this her house? This mansion? No way. This couldn’t be hers.

I pulled out my phone and checked the address she sent again. It matched with the one on the wall outside.

I was about to text her when two men exited the gate and pushed me inside the compound before I could do anything.

Then, I received a message from Miss Alessia: Come inside.

I didn't wait a moment longer before I strolled into the mansion that reeked of nothing but money. I didn't even mind if her husband was at home or if she still lived with her parents.

The door clicked shut behind me. A final, soft thud that sounded more like a coffin sealing shut.

She was lying there naked on her couch like some living piece of art—her porcelain skin glowing under warm, low lights. One of her legs was thrown over the other, her white hair spread across the throw pillow, and her lips slightly parted like she had just woken from a wet dream.

I stood there, still by the door, trying to play it cool. But f**k, my p***s had a mind of its own—pressing against my jeans with every passing second. She hadn't even said anything yet, and I was already halfway to unraveling.

My eyes went to her p***y and I saw it glistening under the glowing light.

I stood frozen. Not because I was shy. But because I knew I was stepping into something I wouldn’t survive.

“Welcome to Temptation Island,” she said. And just like that, I must be halfway hers.

Her forbidden stares, her words, her face, her smirks, her whispers, her boldness and how she plays games… I want it all.