All Chapters of Tied Up By My Hot Professor: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I slam shut the fridge in the staff room harder than I'd intended."What the fuck is wrong with you today, Bly?" Arch asks, watching me with an arched brow."Nothing," I mutter, opening the can of coke and tipping the contents down my throat. I need something strong, but I know Oak hates me drinking on the job.Ever since I forcefully took Azira's anal virginity two weeks ago, she can't stay away. She either gets herself into trouble so that she gets sent to me, or I'm dragging her away regardless and having my way with her. Never have I been this hooked on a girl, but I fear Azira is getting too attached."You've been off for weeks now. What is it?"I glare at him, as he's always sticking his nose into other people's business. "Mind your own fucking business. Since when have I been into sharing and caring, you fucking fag?"He chuckles and shakes his head. "Okay, there's definitely something up with you." He holds his hands up in surrender. "Keep it to yourself. I don't give a shit."

My heart is hammering erratically as I rush into the ladies' bathroom and into the first cubicle, slamming the door behind me and resting my back against it.What are the chances?I agreed to come to this with Rizzo because he's Alex' friend and I don't want my friends to get suspicious about why I'd turn down one of the hottest boys in school.And now the professor I've been sleeping with is sitting right behind us, glaring daggers into the back of my head. The door to the ladies' bathroom swings open and I freeze, listening. I don't know why I suspect he'll follow me, but I just do. He's that crazy.The moment I hear the lock on the back of the door click into place, I know it's him."I think you need punishing, Miss Sidorov." There's a lethal tone to his voice, one that sends a shiver of fear trailing across my exposed flesh. "I thought I made it clear that you belong to me."I wet my too dry lips before speaking. "You stated in no uncertain terms that sex is merely a transaction f

Oak knocks on my office door, which I left open, hoping I'd see Azira walk past and give me an excuse to drag her in here. A habit which has become increasingly frequent over the past few weeks. Ever since I turned into a possessive beast at the hockey game, I could not stay away from Azira. And likewise, she seems even more drawn to me, like a moth to a flame."What is it?" I ask.He tilts his head. "Hello to you too."I run a hand across the back of my neck. "Sorry, hey Oak, what do you want?" I say sarcastically.He rolls his eyes and releases an irritated sigh. "I wanted to let you know you definitely won't be covering for math once the students are back from spring break.""I should hope not." I set down my pen. "Who is taking over?""I'd rather not say until it's set in stone, but whatever happens, I've definitely got someone, unless all three candidates drop out." He grimaces at that. "Which is highly unlikely."I tilt my head. "How did you go from having no one to three candid

"Do you like that?" I ask, watching her as she moans softly. "Do you like me fucking your greedy little cunt with my gun?"Her eyes clamp shut, but she nods her head, as if she's too afraid to vocalize that she's enjoying it."How about if I shove it in your ass while I fuck your greedy cunt?"She gasps, eyes shooting open. "You wouldn't—""Don't push me, Azira. You know full well I will now."Her throat bobs as that fear returns, going to war with the pleasure. I pull out a bottle of lube and squirt some onto the barrel of the gun.While she's not looking, I switch the safety on. I may be crazy, but the risk of me trying to fuck her and control the gun is too much.It's best to be safe than sorry, but she doesn't need to know that.And then I push it against her tight ring of muscles.She's so tense that I have to force it through, working the muzzle in and out a few times before she relents."Good girl, take that gun in your ass."Her lip quivers and she looks like she might be on t

"Try me."I shake my head. "No, I can't go there.""It's your childhood, isn't it?""My childhood is hazy at best.""From what age?""Anything before fourteen years old is pretty blank." I know it's blank because I've blocked it out. It would take some effort to unlock those memories, but I won't. Nothing good can come from unlocking the closet that holds my skeletons.I'll drown in the darkness if I do."Okay, how about after fourteen?"I shrug. "I moved to America when I was fourteen." That's my cover story, as I don't mention Toronto, not to anyone other than Oak."Who with?"I bite my tongue as I often try not to think about him. "My older brother, Ivan.""And where is Ivan now?""Gone."She looks a little irritated by my short answer. "Dead?" she confirms.I nod, hating the way it feels when I think about him.We were two naïve boys when we arrived in Toronto, thinking we could find jobs and make a life for ourselves away from the darkness of our childhood in Russia. We had plent