Chapter 17 Falling For My Student
Iva’s P.O.V.
A month later
Since Will entered my life, my days have been flying by. The past month with him has been full of passion and my complete submission to him. I don’t know how I so easily began trusting him and believing he would never hurt me.
Everything with Will is so easy. He isn’t just fulfilling my fantasies, he’s making me feel loved.
Every day, every night, we fall deeper. Not just into lust, but into something terrifyingly beautiful.
We’ve explored each other in ways I never imagined. In the classroom, in the BDSM club, and in our secret spots around campus. He’s tied me up in countless positions and punished me in many different ways.
I don’t know why I love being punished and treated roughly by him, but I do.
Each session is more intense than the last, and with every one, we feel more connected… like we’re slowly being pulled into something deeper.
Will is more than just a student now. He’s my secret addiction. My escape. My peace.
He’s forbidden to me, but I still can’t stop myself from following his every command. I never thought being claimed could feel this good.
In the evening, just as I’m wrapping up grading papers, sitting on the sofa in the living room, my phone buzzes on the table.
I glance at the screen. It’s a text from Will.
My eyes shine up. He must be reminding me about our next session at the BDSM club.
I pick up the phone from the table and open his message.
Will: Would you like to go out for dinner with your student, Professor?
A smile spreads across my face.
This isn’t the dominant, texting to punish me or demand my submission. This is Will, asking me out on a date.
Our first real date.
Iva: It’s risky. What if someone sees us?
His reply comes instantly.
Will: Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of it. You just tell me, do you want to go?
Do I?
God, yes. I’m dying for it. Spending quality time with him, how could I lose this opportunity?
I reply, my eyes glinting with excitement.
Iva: Of course. I would love to.
Will: Then get ready. I’ll pick you up in two hours.
Iva: See you.
I stare at the screen for a moment before placing my phone on the table and rushing to my closet. For the first time in weeks, I’m not dressing for the BDSM, or the classroom. I’m dressing for a date with him.
Wow! I’m already feeling butterflies in my belly.
After trying a few dresses, I finally selected the best one.
Now I stand in front of the mirror, adjusting the strap of my red dress, the fabric hugging every curve just right. My lips are painted a soft scarlet, my hair falling in loose waves. It’s been so long since I’ve dressed up for a real date.
And now I’m going out with Will.
Today, I’m not just his professor. Not just his submissive. Tonight, I’m a woman going out with the man she might be falling in love with.
When I step out of my apartment, he’s already waiting, leaning casually against his car, dressed in a black shirt, open at the collar, his hair messy. His lips curve into a dangerous smile as his eyes scan me from head to toe.
"How do you always manage to look this hot?” He asks, walking over to me.
My eyes drift downward, and I blush, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. Every time, Will compliments me, I feel something in my heart.
Before I can say anything, he pulls me close by the waist and kisses me sweetly this time, no dominance, no power play. Just affection.
When he opens the car door for me, something so small, so gentle, it makes my heart squeeze again. It’s in these quiet gestures... he’s stealing my heart again and again.
He starts driving, resting his one hand casually on my thigh.
It’s fucking hot. I can’t wipe the smile off my face.
I place my hand over his and brush my fingers against his knuckles, my eyes drifting from our entwined hands to his face. This moment feels so good.
I take my phone out of my sling bag and capture a photo of our hands.
But my smile fades when I notice a deep, thin cut running across the back of his hand.
“How did this happen?” I panic, concerned, caressing the cut.
He shrugs. “It’s nothing, Professor. Just a small cut.”
“No, Will, it’s not. You didn’t even put any healing cream.”
“It’s not hurting me. Don’t worry.” He glances at me and gives me a reassuring look.
“But it’s deep.” I keep brushing my thumb gently over the cut. “It could get infected. How did this happen?” I ask, lifting my gaze from his hand to his face.
“I was cooking. Got it from a knife. It’s not a big deal.” He pulls his hands away.
My eyes widen slightly. “You know how to cook?”
He looks at me, smiling. “Yeah. My grandpa taught me. One day… I’ll cook for you too.”
And just like that his single sentence does something to my heart again. This boy is driving me crazy.
“I can’t wait.” I smile back at him, then I add in a firm tone, “But right now, you’re stopping the car at a pharmacy. We’re getting something for your hand.”
“It’s fine—”
“Will.” I glare at him.
“Okay, okay.” He finally agrees, nodding his head.
He takes care of me so well, but doesn’t know how to take care of himself.
He pulls up beside a medical store. Before he can move, I unbuckle my seatbelt and step out. After purchasing antiseptic cream and a bandage, I return quickly.
I take his hand gently in mine and begin applying the cream gently to the cut. He doesn’t say a word.
Just watches me.
Like no one’s ever done this for him before. Like he doesn’t know what to do with this kind of care.
Once I’m done wrapping the bandage, as I lean in and press a soft kiss to his hand, I feel him shiver.
When I look up, he’s still staring at me silently.
“What?” I question, tilting my head, trying to play it cool, even though I know what he’s feeling right now. Because I felt the same when he took care of me after our first session.
He finally speaks up, his eyes still locked on me. “No one’s ever looked after me like that.”
“You deserve to be looked after, Will.” I lift my free hand and caress his stubble. “Now I’m there.”
His lips curve up. “I’m glad.” He takes my hand in his and kisses it.
Now I keep looking at him silently.
He starts the car again, placing our joined hands back on my thigh, this time holding it tighter, like he doesn’t want to let go.
I lean my head against the window, stealing glances at him every few seconds.
God… I’m in trouble.
Because I’m falling for my student, so damn hard.