Will’s P.O.V.
Fuck!
Does she even realise what she’s doing to me?
This woman, my professor, my submissive, my obsession, just treated a small cut like it meant the world. She cared. Like really cared.
I’m used to girls running after me for fun and to have a taste of my dominance. But Iva? She’s here for me like I matter. And f**k, that makes me feel things I don’t even know how to name.
I grip the steering wheel as we start driving again, but my free hand stays in hers. It feels so good to hold her hand like this and I want to keep holding it forever.
As I drive, I think about the last month with her.
The secret encounters. The way she submits to me. The way she moans when I tie her up, push her limits, and make her lose control. The way she sets her glasses during the lecture an
