EPISODE ONE- SEXY STRANGER

Karyna’s POV

I woke up with a moan on my lips, and I whimpered in my bed as an overwhelming ecstasy washed over me.

My legs trembled slightly, and I touched my pussy, realizing I just had another wet dream about that sexy stranger from two nights ago.

I've been unable to have a good rest after having a one-night stand with a stranger from a club I went to with Sophia. The sex was such an out-of-body experience. It was mind-blowing.

I've been masturbating to the toe-curling flashbacks and waking up wet from dreaming about him fucking me relentlessly with his huge cock.

He was meant to be one time fuck, but never have I had such memorable sexual intercourse before, and he left me craving for more.

His dark, curly hair, his intense green eyes, flaunted by his long, dark lashes, his Roman nose, his pink lips, surrounded by stubble…no woman would forget a man like him so easily.

He had such a confident and animalistic aura around that made him so confident. He screamed of wealth, but he didn't flaunt it in my face. He was the epitome of sin, and he knew it. And God, he also knew exactly what to do with my body to make me cum repeatedly.

“Fuck,” I groaned, forcing myself to get out of bed.

I tried to get rid of more sensual thoughts about a man I may never get to see again in my life, but my traitorous body wouldn't agree with me.

Lazily walking into the bathroom with my toiletries in hand, I dropped them on the bathroom counter and picked up a few of my clothes from my luggage as well.

I stripped off my Hello Kitty pajamas and dumped them in the laundry pile. I added some scented oils to the water before stepping into the minimal bathtub.

I wished I was back in my Dad’s mansion, where I could be at ease and in comfort, but I couldn’t, because of my selfish parents.

They were the reason why I ran to a club to relieve my stress. They were the reason why I woke up thoroughly fucked and sore two days ago.

Why would anyone force marriage on their 22-year-old daughter?

“Karyna! You have to do it for the sake of our family. Or get out of my house!”

I shook my head, trying to erase my father’s last dreadful words to me before kicking me out of his house.

I felt so disgusted by his actions that it still made my blood boil. Thankfully, I had enough money to take care of myself for now; enough to get an apartment and get by through my junior year in NYU.

“Ah,” I sighed, sinking deeper into the rose-scented water. I took in deep breaths whilst doing so.

I wasn’t going to let anyone ruin my happiness.

When I got out of the tub, I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled as I admired my beauty. I was one of the most gorgeous-looking people ever. You know the type that could be rocking Vogue’s front cover, but Papa Bear will never agree.

My waist-length brunette hair was always pretty and well cared for, and my baby blue eyes were one of my best features.

Drying myself up, I applied Chanel Coco Mademoiselle velvet Body oil all over my body, and Etude House Moistfull Collagen on my face.

Then, I slipped into my black, velvet long-sleeved top and my white pleated skirt that stopped a few inches above my knees. I paired it with my black Doc Martens.

Finally, I tied my hair up in a ponytail, holding it all up. Looking into my reflection in the mirror, I hummed in satisfaction.

My body buzzed a little bit in excitement. After all, it was another session, and I got to meet new people!

I love meeting new friends, and I was looking forward to new experiences; the hot men, and parties I would definitely attend.

As soon as I got out and locked my apartment door, I fetched my phone from my bag and called Sophia’s number and thankfully, she picked up rather quickly.

“Hey,” she chirped in her high-pitched British tone.

“Are you ready?” I asked, stepping into the elevator.

“Yeah, I’m about to drive to your place—” she was saying, but I quickly interrupted her.

“No! I mean, I’m not at home, I’m at a hotel,” I amended.

I couldn’t possibly explain to her what transpired between my parents and me that got me kicked out of my 12-foot mansion. I had a reputation to maintain.

“Why? You know what, I don’t even want to know. Send me your location, I’m driving over,”

I hung up and immediately shared my location with her, sitting on one of the couches out in the front lounge of the shared apartment suite.

Sophia Hoff was my long-time bestie and we were extremely close. Closer than those I would consider my friends anyway.

We’ve known each other for 5 years, she transferred to my high school, and we became friends when I poured my drink in the face of the boy who made a racial slur at her.

Her parents pulled some strings so that we would go to New York University together as well.

Ten minutes passed, when I saw Sophia’s sleek black Camaro drive by, stopping right in front of the building.

I stood up, grabbing my stuff and exiting without a serving glance. As soon as I hopped into her car, she began to give me the details of what I missed yesterday.

Moving into a new apartment was so stressful, and I was too exhausted to consider going to school on the first day.

“You missed out on the best thing ever!” She gushed, zooming through the highway effortlessly.

I looked at her with a small smile curling on my lips. She hadn’t seen me in weeks, yet she was acting like we had been communicating all day. Not that I was complaining though.

“What is it?” I rolled my eyes.

“We have a new poetry professor and he is so freaking hot!” She squealed.

I raised a brow, highly amused. “That’s what you’re so excited about? A professor?” I asked her, crossing my arms in disappointment.

“Uh, of course? Why not? I just said he's freaking hot.”

“Can’t be that hot..” I grumbled, but she ignored me and continued rambling off.

“…Anyway, we have Poetry and I get to see his fine ass again, so bonus!” She gushed.

“Trust me, Karyna. You’ll speak differently when you see him. I’m not even into older guys like that, I mean, he’s like in his mid-thirties, but goddamn, he’s a fantasy!”

“I would like to take your word for it, but since we have his class, I guess I’ll have to see for myself,” I scoffed, unable to believe her.

She tends to exaggerate men a lot sometimes, so it was a safe bet.

“And I’ll be there to say, “I told you so”,” she rolled her eyes, pulling into one of the exclusive parking spaces on the campus as soon as we got there.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you soon,” I grinned, stepping out of her car.

I watched her do the same, slightly admiring how her pink dress worked perfectly on her dark complexion.

“Bye,” she waved happily at me.

Sophia and I had separate classes except for a couple, like the last class we had for the day, Poetry.

It was a very busy day on campus today, and I felt extremely tired. You couldn't blame me, it's just 12 pm and I'm under a burden of homework already. Yet, I wanted to see what the commotion was about this new poetry professor.

I heard some girls talking about him in my first class and it piqued my attention.

“Oh my God, Karyna. You are absolutely going to die when you see him,” Sophia found me the moment I thought of her.

and grabbed my arm, practically bouncing up and down.

She pulled me into the hall where we were having Poetry. We managed to get a seat in the middle row after a lot of jostling and pushing, which irritated me.

“What was so special about this professor?” I grunted, my lips raised in annoyance.

I had noticed the startling amount of students who turned up for his class. Some of them aren't even in my year, I'm certain of that fact.

I could even feel the excitement in the air as well, and that irritated me. The adrenaline rush was too much just for a professor, it was like we were in a concert.

Could he be as impressive as Sophia said he was?

We finally sat down together, and then the man of the hour walked in, silencing the whole hall with his imposing, somber presence.

As soon as I saw him, my jaw dropped open and my breath caught in my throat.

It was the stranger of that night!

The one who completely rocked my world!

The hot stranger that I couldn't stop having wet dreams about!

How the hell did he become my professor?!

Only this time, he looked quite different from how I met him in the club. His dark hair was slicked back and he had on thick-rimmed glasses as well, making him look professional and sexy as hell.

But those green eyes…I could never mistake those sultry green irises that held so much passion in them as he bent my legs.

Sophia noticed my silence and jabbed my shoulder. “I told you he is freaking hot!” She teased me playfully.

****

I swore that I didn’t hear a word that the new professor said in class today. My attention was on him throughout but all I caught from him was his name. Professor Henri.

His name sounded so good on my tongue, making me regret not sharing names when we met in the club. But then, I realized he may have given me a fake name.

Henri sounds so hot to moan to, and I could already imagine myself paying him for evening classes.

As soon as he dismissed the class, I shot up from my seat,

“Karyna, where are you going?” Sophia shouted after me, but I ignored her

I quickly trailed Professor Henri to his office, making sure I didn't seem like a horny perverted girl.

I hovered over at the door for a few seconds before gently knocking on his office door.

“Come in,” Professor Henri responded, and I felt a tremor shot down my pussy.