All Chapters of On Her Professor’s Bed: Alpha’s Plaything: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter Eleven Thalina "Thalina, what are you doing?" I've asked myself this question a thousand times since I left his office that day, yet I can't stop drowning in thoughts of him. Every single time he stood there, lecturing, I tried to focus on his words, but all I could focus on was him. Just him. My eyes kept drifting to that tantalizing outline in his pants. The way his body filled his clothes, how every muscle seemed to strain beneath his shirt- he had no idea how much control it took to sit there, and not lose it completely. How hard it was to not beg him to fuck me in the presence of the entire class. The front row had now became my favorite place, though not for the reason it used to be. Usually, I sat there to follow the lessons better, but now... now, it was so I could watch him up close. So I could see every movement, every twitch of his jaw, every flex of his hands, but most of all, so I could catch that perfect view of his bulge. That slight outline of his

Chapter Thirteen Thalina His hands dropped to my waist, and in one quick motion, he pulled my skirt down along with my wet panties. “Step out.” He ordered, and I slowly step out of it. The way he looked at me with so much admiration, so much longing, ignited a flood of heat between my thighs. He lifted me up by my waist effortlessly, as though I weighed nothing as he deposited me on the bed. “Don’t move!” He ordered and it was as though his words froze me up in the same position. I didn’t move. A smirk danced at the corner of his lips as he stepped back. I watched as he unbuttoned his shirt gently, each move sending cold shiver down my spine, one which ran down to push more wetness down my core. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it onto the plush couch that was in the room. Then, he went on to his pants, dropping it to his legs and stepping out of it, leaving him with just his shorts that showed the perfect outline of his enormous cock. My breat

Chapter Fifteen Thalina I woke up to the empty side of the bed, the warmth from Professor Maverick’s body long gone, now replaced by the cool touch of the fluffy sheets and the faint scent of him. I blinked, trying to steady my racing thoughts, but the images from few hours ago kept flooding back—the way he’d looked at me, the way he’d taken me with such force, passion, and control. I had never experienced anything like it. It was addictive, terrifying, and exhilarating all at once. But now, he was gone. I turned my head slowly, scanning the room, my heart sinking a little. Where had he gone? Why would he leave without saying anything? I pulled the sheets around me, trying to suppress the unease building up inside of me. My mind wandered back to the countless fantasies I had indulged in about him over the last few days. I never thought they would become a reality, and now that they had, it felt like something had shifted in me, something I never knew existed. I paused,

Chapter Seventeen Thalina Professor Maverick’s hands slid over my wrists as he gently released the cuffs that held me in place. My body was still trembling from the intensity of our last round, but his gaze told me he was far from being done with me, and my trembling body still wanted more of him. "Get on the bed," he commanded, his voice as steady and dominant as ever, though now laced with a quiet intensity that sent shivers down my spine. I did as he said, moving slowly, my legs still shaking from the effect of his hard thrusts. The soft mattress beneath me felt like a safe haven for a moment as I laid on the bed, but I knew it wouldn’t last. Professor Maverick wasn’t the kind of man to let me rest easily, especially not when we were in this room where held so much power and control over me. He gets to decide what will happen, and what he will do to me, which makes it more fun and exciting. I could only imagine what he was going to do next, but I couldn’t really

Chapter Nineteen Talon Maverick One more thing, Thalina was the first woman I’d fuck without imagining it was Seraphina I was fucking. To me, Thalina was just Thalina, nothing more, and it was the first. All my life, I had been stuck with Seraphina. Maybe, just maybe I could push her to my past by using Thalina. I got to my room and took a quick bath, dressing in a sharp black suit, I took one last look in the mirror. The image reflected back at me was one of power, authority, and control—exactly how I liked it. But no matter how much I tried to focus on the day ahead, Thalina’s face, her body, and the way she moaned for me crept into my mind. “Get it together, Talon!” I told myself. I wasn’t supposed to fuck her again, yet here I was, obsessed with her after only one day together. As I headed downstairs, I stopped the head maid. “Make sure Thalina’s comfortable when she wakes up,” I instructed her. “She’s going to be coming more often. You know what to do.” Normally