All Chapters of Tied Up By My Hot Professor: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

It’s been two weeks since I went a bit too far with my little pet. I fear that what once was a clear cut dynamic between a bully and victim is becoming blurred and tainted by my sick desires.Natalya’s expression when I turned away was one of pure heartache, and I hated it. I should have delighted in her pain, but it made that odd guilt twist my gut again. The sexual aspect is making lines blur, and I realize that if I don’t get a handle on my urges with her, things could turn ugly.Since then, I’ve kept my cock in my pants and my hands to myself, and verbally humiliating her as I normally would.Natalya is more tense around me than ever, no doubt anticipating another moment like the one in the library. No matter how much I try to scrub that encounter from my mind, I can’t. Half the time it’s all I can fucking think about and I want to do it again, which makes me hate myself.“Hey Alexander, hold up,” Rizzo shouts.I turn to face him. “Hey, what’s up?”“I’m going insane and need to ge

I can’t help but think my friends will call me insane as I walk down the corridor toward Azira’s room. I chickened out on inviting them to go out tonight over dinner, deciding to spring it on them at the last minute.My heart pounds erratically against my rib cage as I get closer to her room, knowing she’s going to question me about my crazy decision to go out with Alexander and his friends.The same people who kicked me to the curb six years ago. I’m about to knock on the door when it swings open.Azira’s eyes widen when she sees me. “I was coming to your room!” Her eyes drop to the dress I’m wearing and her brow furrows. “Going somewhere?”I nod. “Yeah, and so are you.”She raises a brow. “Where?”“Out to town, with Alexander.”Her mouth falls open and she just stares at me in silence for a few beats. “You are joking, right?”I shake my head. “No, why not? It’s been ages since we had a night out.”Her mouth hangs open. “Because Alexander is an asshole.”“He’s also the only person wh

We head through the door from the laundry room into the enclosed courtyard where the minibus is waiting. My stomach tumbles like a pile of bricks when I see Alexander leaning against it with his arms crossed over his muscular chest. My heart skips a beat when I see the shirt he’s wearing, barely buttoned up half-way and giving a teasing view of the ink that covers his torso.His nostrils flare as his eyes meet mine. “Kept me waiting, Gurin,” he says as he pushes off the bus and walks toward me, every step more predatory than the last. I can hardly breathe, struggling to stop thinking about the crazy encounter earlier in the library.Alexander wraps an arm around me and pulls me against his side. “Never do it again.”I swallow hard as he drags me away from my friends and onto the bus, pushing me down in a seat next to him.Azira, Adrianna and Eva walk past us and head nearer the back. I know they’re wondering what the fuck is going on and why I’m letting him push me around. It sucks no

I swallow hard, as it’s difficult to believe that his punishments could get any worse. My first year at SA was challenging, to say the least, and this man punished me so many fucking times. The worse was when he whipped me in the basement until it flayed my skin from my back, because I’d set fire to the science lab.After that year, I learned that acting out only led to pain and punishment. I learned my lesson and kept out of his bad books, even if now and then I ended up punished by him.“Hard to believe,” I say.Luigi tilts his head slightly and then grabs a stool nearby, setting it down next to Azira Sidorov. “It’s your funeral,” he says, sliding his glass over to me.I swallow hard and pour him a large glass of vodka.He tips it back in one, and then I notice his eyes dart toward Azira. “Aren’t you drinking, Miss Sidorov?”Although we’ve been caught red-handed, tension eases as chatter continues amongst the students at the table. And then the server returns with a round of drinks

I can’t walk the corridors of the school I’ve been at since I was eight years old without looking over my shoulder anymore. Senior year is by far shaping up to be the worst when it comes to Alexander’ torment. The sexual edge only makes everything much more confusing.I open my locker and my heart skips a beat when I see a plain white envelope in there with the words my pet scribbled on the front in Alexander’ handwriting. Now the fucker is breaking into my locker. I snatch it and open the envelope to find a picture he must have snapped of me on my knees with his cock in my mouth in the alleyway outside of the bar the other night.Along with a slip of paper.You are coming to the winter formal with me.Bastard.If blackmailing me about my family’s true origins isn’t bad enough, this son of a bitch is now resorting to taking degrading photos of me. I swallow hard and stuff the photo back into the envelope just in time, as Azira sneaks up on me.“What you doing?” she asks.I shake my he