Chapter 102 The Meeting Room Sex

Chapter 102 The Meeting Room Sex
Iva’s P.O.V.

We lie down in each other's arms. For the first time in forever, the dreadful memories of the past month leave my mind. I forget the haunting images and the hollow ache, and only remember his love. I feel peaceful as he presses a tender kiss on my forehead.



The next morning, the world feels slightly brighter. Will drops me off at the college, his eyes shining with a relief that makes my heart swell. He is so happy to see me stepping back into my old life, and for a moment, I believe I can do it.

But trauma is a cruel teacher.

In the middle of my second lecture, I’m standing in front of the blackboard with chalk in hand. Suddenly, the board transforms into the white walls of that hospital room, and the monster's face flashes in my mind. 

‘I prayed for this baby every single day for years. Please, don't kill my little one... please.’ I hear my own voice begging, screaming for our baby’s life, only to be met with his mocking laughter.

The chalk shakes in my hand, and my lungs seize. A full-blown panic attack hits me in front of the entire class. Without a word, I drop the chalk and bolt from the room, stumbling through the hallway until I reach the parking area.

With shivering hands, I fumble the keys and start the car. "I need Will.” I sob as the steering wheel vibrates under my grip. "I need him right now."

I drive straight to his club. I don't care about the speed limits. The loss of our baby is killing me, and Will is the only oxygen I have left. 

I want to feel better like last night. I’m yearning for that temporary escape, where my mind finally becomes quiet, where the memories stop chasing me, and where the pain fades for a while. 

I park hastily at the entrance and run toward his office, my face a mess of tears.

His assistant’s eyes widen in shock at my dishevelled state. "Ma'am, Sir is in a meeting. Are you alright?"

I don't answer. I can't. I sprint toward the conference room and throw the doors open without thinking.

Everyone there freeze, staring at me. As Will looks up, his expression shifts from professional intensity to pure shock. As he stands immediately, his chair scrapes loudly against the floor before he rushes toward me.

"What happened, Professor?" He asks, framing my face with his large hands.

"I thought I was okay, Will... but I'm not," I choke out, closing my eyes as I collapse against his chest.

With a look, he signals everyone to leave, and the room clears in seconds.

"First, sit." He guides me into his large leather chair and forces me to drink some water, then kneels on the floor between my legs. He takes my shaking hands in his and uses his other hand to brush away my tears. "Now, tell me what happened."

"Will, I thought I was healed last night," my voice trembles as I begin, "But the memory of that monster is still haunting me. The way he took our baby... it hit me so hard in the middle of my lecture. I can't get it out of my head."

"Love, healing takes time," he explains in a gentle tone, caressing my knuckles with his thumb. "You can't erase that kind of pain in just one night."

"But I want to be healed! I don't want to feel this anymore. It hurts so much!" I cry out, fisting his coat. 

"I'll heal you. Don't worry." He presses his forehead against mine, his breath mingling with mine.

"I need you, Will."

For a few seconds, he stares into my eyes with softness, but then his gaze turns dark. He takes off my glasses, sets them aside, and kisses me with a hunger, grasping my hair. 

As with a sudden sweep of his arm, he clears the table, files and pens scatter on the floor. He bends me over the edge of the desk. My breath becomes heavy as he pulls down my panties and hitches up my skirt. A spank lands on my skin, and then he is on his knees, spreading my legs wide.

I balance myself on my high heels and my head twirls as his tongue moves roughly against my pussy. I close my eyes, letting the sensation drown out the haunted memories. He sucks my clit like he wants to suck all the pain out of me, and for that moment, he does. Even if it’s only temporary, he really does.

When he stands, he places one of my legs over the table and unbuckles his belt. Then he thrusts into me from behind, hard and deep, without a warning, taking my hair in a firm grip. 

A scream tears from my throat as I balance on my one leg, my other heel dangling in the air, a position that clearly turns him on by the way his grip tightens on my waist.

"This is what you want, right Professor?" He pounds into me with full force, driving me crazy. 

"Yes! Oh, God, yes!" I moan. The magic of Will is that he can turn my agony into ecstasy in a heartbeat.

I love him so much. 

He takes his leather belt and gags me with it, pulling it tight behind my head. He holds the end of the belt like a leash with one hand while the other hits my buttocks. 

Then he lifts my body, gripping the belt, my hands splayed on the desk for balance as he drives into me. My moans are muffled by the leather, and my body moves forward with every deep thrust. 

He leans down, pressing his body against mine as he whispers in my ear, “God, Professor, you look so hot right now.“

The way he says it makes my body shiver.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you in the meeting room for so long, and today my wish is finally coming true.” He grips the leash tightly as he gives me deep, rough thrusts from behind. 

I turn my head and look back at him. As our eyes meet, he smiles, the dark smile I know too well. Then he starts moving even faster, watching my face like it’s his favourite sight in the world.

Suddenly he stops and turns me around.

Before I can catch my breath, he lifts me and sits me on the edge of the table. As he pulls my legs wider, I fold them on the table, my body leaning back. Then as he pushes two fingers, his middle and ring finger, deep inside me, a gasp escapes me around the belt.

One of his hands presses against my stomach while the other moves between my legs. As he begins to finger me at a mechanical speed, my whole body trembles.

The pressure builds so quickly that I can barely breathe. My back arches, my fingers gripping the table as the sensation overwhelms me.

And then it breaks.

I squirt hard over his fingers, the liquid spilling onto the table and dripping down to the floor. My legs shake as the aftershock hits me.

But he doesn’t let me rest.

He pulls me up onto my feet again and leans closer. “I’m not done with you yet.” His breath caresses my ear. 

He has said these words many times before, but today they feel different. Today, they feel like heaven to me.

Because I fucking don’t want him to stop today. I just want to stay lost in him, where nothing else exists.