Iva’s P.O.V.
After the last class, I sit alone in the empty classroom, waiting for Will. I’m trying to focus on the papers kept in front of me. My fingers move, but my mind isn’t here. It’s on him. On what’s about to happen.
As the door creaks open, my heartbeat accelerates with just its sound.
“Hello, Professor.” As his deep and cocky voice reaches my ears, my body reacts instantly.
I look up at him. “Will…”
His eyes darken the moment our gazes meet. He locks the door and approaches me, taking slow steps, his eyes as always devouring me.
He instructs, “When we’re alone, you call me Master. Next time you forget that… I’ll add another punishment to your list.”
I swallow, pulse racing. “I’ll keep that in mind, Master.”
He smirks. “Good.” Then he leans in, eyes burning into mine. “
