Category: Please Harder Professor by (Sophie & Adrian)

The word hits like a slap because he’s absolutely right. Every time I imagined being bent over a desk, skirt pushed up, punished for something trivial, it had been him behind me, whispering filthy things while making me come so hard I forgot my own name. Even before I knew it was him-before I connected

Another text followed a beat later. Private Room Service: Wanna see if this helps you feel yourself good too, princess? I couldn’t resist. My body moved before my brain caught up. I slipped into the bathroom and locked the door behind me, barely able to breathe as I sank down onto the cool tile floor.

I didn’t even remember dropping it. My chest rose and fell in uneven bursts, every part of me humming with aftershocks. Sleep found me tangled in the sheets, sore, spent, and still aching with the echo of his voice in my mind. The next morning, reality was a full-on punch to the face. Seminar. Professor

My phone buzzed as I walked out of class into the hallway. Private Room Service: How does it feel? My hands shake as I type back: Me: Like I’m losing my mind. Private Room Service: Good. That means you’re finally paying attention. Me: To what? Private Room Service: To what you really want. I look

Me: Sometimes I just want to be told what to do. How to move, what to wear, when to speak. I want someone to see through all my careful control and just… take it. Private Room Service: Have someone in mind who could give you that? Oh, subtle. He’s practically gift-wrapping himself for me. The

“Sophie’s having a whole-ass relationship via text,” Cleo announces to Ayden. “I am not-“ “Speaking of relationships,” Ayden perks up like a gossip-hungry golden retriever, “did you guys hear the latest Professor Lewis tea?” Here we fucking go. “Ugh, not you too,” I groaned. “What ‘me too’?” Ayden grins. “I’m just saying Sarah from stats

Unknown: I’d call it unfinished business. My legs pressed together involuntarily. Me: And what exactly do you plan to do about that? Unknown: Depends. Are you brave enough to find out? I stared at the message, my heart racing, my whole body humming with anticipation and terror in equal measure. For the first time in

Twenty-four hours later, and I could still feel the phantom pressure of his fingers against my throat, inside me. The way he made me want to forget my own name and beg for his. My vibrator had been working overtimes since I got back to the apartment, but it felt like trying to scratch an

“This place is insane,” I shout over the music. Cleo grins, grabbing my hand. “I know the owner. VIP treatment all night, baby.” We push through the crowd, and I’m already feeling the effects of our pre-gaming session. Everything feels heightened-the music, the lights, the way strange eyes track my movement through the crowd. The