Iva's P.O.V.
"Stand up and close the door, Professor." Suddenly, he commands in that same old dominating voice I’ve been yearning to hear for an entire month.
His words send a direct twitch between my thighs like always. He has such magic.
I’m lost in his dark eyes until he warns in his deep voice, “You know that I don’t like to repeat myself.”
I don’t think twice. I rise to my feet from his lap and walk towards the door. Right now, I don’t care if someone might come in, don’t care about anything except obeying him.
After locking the door, when I turn around, he has a smile on his face. He rises from the bed and, with a curl of his index finger, motions me to come closer. My body reacts before I can think, like I’ve been waiting for this moment.
And now that it’s, I finally realis
