Chapter 104 He Won’t Let Me Cum

Chapter 104 He Won’t Let Me Cum
Iva’s P.O.V.

It has been a few days since I started trying to live again, trying to push the pain into a corner of my mind where it can’t reach me. But trauma is a shadow that doesn't know how to leave.

However, I’m glad Will is there by my side these days. He’s the best husband. 

The last lecture bell rings, and I let out a long breath of relief. I can’t concentrate. Teaching used to be my favourite thing in the world, but now it is a mountain I struggle to climb. I find myself zoning out at the chalkboard as the students' faces blur into a sea of white noise. I have to move on. I can't live like this.

I pack my things into my handbag. The room is empty now, and the students are hurried off to their next lecture. I walk toward the staff room. I need to grab some notes from my locker before I head home.

As I step inside, laughter fills the air.

"Oh my God, Olivia! I can't believe you're pregnant!" one of my colleagues exclaims with excitement.

Another joyful voice follows immediately.  "Congratulations! That is such wonderful news!"

My heart stops. It literally feels like it hit a wall in my chest.

I stand there, frozen. My bag slips slightly from my shoulder as I watch them gather around her. There are smiles. Claps. Someone touches her hand lovingly, someone else asks about cravings, or someone else jokes about baby names.

Pregnant.

The word hits me like a slap across the face.

All I can see is a picture that doesn't exist anymore, me, standing in the centre of that circle, shy but glowing, sharing the same news. Imagining their smiles. Their hugs.

If my baby were alive today... I would be the one smiling.

“Please, little one, come back to Mommy again. She promises you that this time she will do anything to keep you safe, always.” I place my hand on my belly and talk to my little one as if they are still there inside me. I wish for that miracle every single second.

Then only the monster’s face flashes in my mind without warning. His cruel hands. My screams. The way I begged him to stop until my voice broke. The way he didn't listen. The way my miracle was stolen before I even got a chance to hold it.

"No... no... not now," I murmur to myself, clutching my top, as the walls of the room begin to close in.

My chest tightens violently. The oxygen in the room feels like it’s been sucked out. I can’t breathe. Without thinking, I turn and run. I don't hear anyone call my name. I don't care. I just need air. I need to get away from that joy before I shatter into a thousand jagged pieces.

I collapse onto a bench in the corridor, my legs giving out. My bag thuds to the floor. Tears stream down my cheeks. I bend forward, burying my face in my hands as my shoulders shake with the force of my sobs.

Why did you take my baby, God? Why did I have to see this?

And when will this pain stop? 

My hands tremble as I reach into my bag for my phone. I need Will. He is my only saviour. My thumb hovers over his name, my vision swimming. Before I can press call, the screen lights up.

Will: I’m coming to pick you up, Professor.

My breath becomes heavy. The tears fall harder, but this time they are laced with relief. At this moment, I feel such a strong connection with him. 

I type back quickly, my fingers clumsy and shaking.

Me: Come fast. I need you, Will.

Will: What happened? Are you alright? 

Iva: Just come fast. I’m waiting for you outside the college.

A pause follows. Only a few seconds, but it feels like an eternity.

Husband: Okay. I’m coming, love.

I lock the phone and press it against my chest, closing my eyes. He’s coming. 

I wipe my face roughly, grab my bag, and walk out of the college. I sit on the stone steps, hugging myself tightly, trying to hold my soul together until he arrives.

The pain is there. The memory is there. But so is he.

The moment I see his car at the gate, I stand up and rush towards it. I don't wait for him to get out. I pull open the door and slide inside, panting.

The tears start all over again as I see him. 

His hand is already on my cheek, his thumb brushing away my tears. “Again?” 

I nod, sobbing, so damn exhausted with these panic attacks. They aren’t letting me live in peace. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He asks, holding my hand gently. 

I shake my head. I can't find words that won't break me. "I don’t want to talk. I just... I want you. Right now."

He doesn't push. He doesn't question. He just nods with an understanding that only he possesses. "Okay.”

We both know nothing will ease my pain right now, except for one thing. 

He starts the car without saying a word. 

I don’t know where we are going, and I don’t care. I watch the world blur past the window, trying to imagine that we are building a family together. But every time I try, the monster comes and snatches our baby away from us.

And I have to relive that pain, again and again. 

Eventually, the car stops. It’s an isolated place. No voices, no prying eyes. Just the two of us in the car. 

He turns off the engine and looks at me. His eyes are dark, intense, the kind of look that used to make my knees weak and now makes my mind finally go quiet.

"Take off your panties and sit on my lap, Professor," he orders.

Hearing his dominating voice after so many days takes away all my dreadful thoughts, and my submissive side awakens instantly at his mere command.

I immediately reach under my black knee-length dress, my fingers still trembling from the panic in the staff room. I slide my silk panties down, kick them off onto the floor of the car, and climb over the centre console.

The friction of my bare pussy against his suit trousers makes me gasp. As I settle onto his lap, straddling him, Will’s large hands immediately find my waist. He grips me with a possessive strength that makes me feel safe. I need this. I need him. I need to be consumed so I don't have to think.

"Look at me,” he commands, fondling my buttocks. 

I lift my face, my wet blue eyes meeting his grey ones. His eyes are no longer soft, they are dark and filled with authority. This is the man who takes control when I am falling apart.

“Now lose yourself completely in me, Professor, forgetting the world exists.” He carefully takes off my glasses before placing them on the back seat. 

Some things never change.

"You're here. You're with me.” His hands slide up under my dress to find my pussy.

As his long fingers brush against my wet core, I gasp. "So fucking wet for me.”

He is already hard and ready. He unzips his fly with one hand while the other guides my hips. I feel his thick member between my legs. He spreads my lips and enters me, a slow, deep thrust that reaches my soul. I throw my head back and let out a broken sob. 

It isn’t just pleasure; it is the sound of me letting go of the burden I’ve been carrying.

I push myself down onto him, desperate to feel every inch.

"That's it, Professor.” His head thumps back against the headrest as I begin to move. "Give it all to me. The pain, the anger... leave it all right here."

I move with a desperate rhythm. My hands clutch his shoulders, my nails digging into his coat. Every time I sink onto him, the image of the staff room, the laughter, the talk of pregnancy, fades a little more. It replaces the memory of the "monster" with the reality of the man holding me right now.

Will’s pace quickens. His hips surge upward to meet my descent. The car rocks gently, the windows begin to fog from our heat. He grasps my hair to pull my face down, kissing me with an intensity. I kiss him back, holding the seat for balance as I grind against him.

I prop one leg on the centre console to open myself more. My high heels are in full view now. I know how much they turn him on. He grabs both of my buttocks, thrusting up from below and moving my hips in a way that drives me crazy.

I start to move faster, desperate for the release, desperate to drown the grief in pleasure. I want to chase the peak and lose myself in the explosion. 

But as my breath becomes heavy and my muscles begin to quiver, Will’s hands suddenly clamp down on my waist, stopping my rhythm entirely. “No. Today you're not going to cum without my permission, Professor."

I whimper, my body shaking with the need he just cut off. He just stares into my eyes, gripping my waist firmly. His eyes tell me that today, no matter how much I beg, he won’t let me cum.