All Chapters of Tied Up By My Hot Professor: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The clack of heels approaching warns me that this Nurse is on her way. A small, mousy brown-haired woman appears in the doorway, smiling softly. “Hello, dear. I’m Nurse Jasper, and I’ll be looking after you.” She hurries over to me. “Shall I help you change?” She asks.I nod, wishing that Principal Byrne had to help me undress, too. The intensity of that moment and the soft brush of his calloused fingers against my inner thigh still resonates with me.I’ve never had a proper crush on anyone before, except for Jamie Orly in sixth grade, but he hated me. Perhaps it’s a pattern with boys and men I have a crush on, as I’m not sure Oakley likes me either.Principal Oakley Byrne, however, is the most beautiful man I’ve ever met. I think getting over my crush on him will be impossible, especially after seeing him shirtless and feeling his body against mine and his hands so close to such an intimate part of my body.I dreamed of him last night, and something tells me he’ll probably appear in

I clap my hand. “Does anyone else have anything degrading to say to their classmates?” I ask, remaining stood in front of Eva.The silence is deafening as she stares at me in surprise. I let my gaze move to her for a few moments, observing the way her cheeks are more flushed and her chest rises and falls violently.“Good,” I say when no one speaks. “I want you to read page fifty-six to page sixty-five.” I turn away from Eva and return to my desk, sitting down behind it.My harsh punishment for Dimitry is unusual, and I know that if he’d said it to any other girl in this room, my reaction would have been different. Pure jealousy reared its ugly head, drawing more questions to light about my questionable urges toward Eva. I’ve never been so viscerally attracted to a woman before I set eyes on her. She’s under my skin, which is a terrible complication I don’t need.I notice Jeanie leans over and mutters something to Anita again.“In silence, unless you want to join Dimitry.” I glare at t

I swallow hard, following him in silence out of the cafeteria and down a dark corridor toward his office. The click-clack of my crutches on the cobblestones is the only sound that echoes through the silence. My palms are already sweaty, and my heart is practically drumming against my rib cage with each step I take.This man is too intimidating and too beautiful to be alone with. He both scares and thrills me. The way he watched me earlier today in leadership class was bordering on predatory.He comes to a halt outside of his office, slipping a hand into his jacket and pulling out a key.I watch as he slides it into the lock, turning it slowly. The click echoes through the cold, stone corridor. The thought of being trapped in his tiny office with him for an entire hour makes butterflies take flight in my gut.“After you,” he says, his voice as smooth as butter. I hate that his voice sends a prickle of goosebumps rising over every inch of exposed skin.What the hell is wrong with me?I

I move the tip of the ruler between her thighs and stroke it down her wet seam in the cotton, making her gasp. “Eva, this isn’t supposed to be pleasurable,” I say coldly.A strangled half-scream comes from her lips as I gently bring the rule down flat against her wet, fabric-clad arousal.“Such a dirty girl.” I slide the tip of the ruler over her red skin. “It’s proof that you were so desperate you fucked your school’s janitor.” I spank her ass cheeks again, watching the way her skin reddens.The welts are beyond erotic, and all I want is to rub my hands over her skin, caressing the pain away before giving her more. “And now you’re getting wet for your principal, aren’t you?”“No,” she snarls, her body tensing. “You’re a fucking psychopath.”I chuckle at her outburst and spank her repeatedly until she is panting from the mix of pain and pleasure.“Stop,” she cries, her voice a mix of anguish and pure lust. “Please, Oak, stop this.”I place the ruler down on the desk she’s bent over an

“What class do you have next?” I ask as we meander down the hallway, finally escaping Byrne for the day.Natalya smirks. “Anatomy, with Luigi.” She shakes her head. “Can’t fucking wait.”I glance at my timetable, noticing I have the same. “Me too.” I raise a brow. “What’s so bad about anatomy class?”“You will see,” she says, smirking at me. “Come on.”She links arms with me and pulls me down the corridor, where a boy marches right toward us, piercing blue eyes fixed on Natalya.“Fuck,” she murmurs.“What’s wrong?” I ask.Before she replies, the boy speaks, “Well, well, look who we have here.” He smirks, and it’s a cruel smile that sends shivers down my spine. “Gurin always has to latch onto the newbies because she has no fucking friends.”His two friends chuckle in response.“Go away, Alexander,” she mutters, trying to pull me past him.Alexander holds his muscled, tattooed arm out in front of her, stopping her dead. “That’s rude, Natalya. Introduce me to your friend.” He has dark, m