Chapter 33 Favourite BDSM Session
Iva’s P.O.V.
A Week Later
As I enter my room, my phone buzzes with Will’s message.
Will: Are you ready, Professor?
I stare at the screen blankly, sitting on the sofa. This was supposed to be our first weekend trip together. And I’m about to ruin it.
Me: I’m sorry… we have to cancel the trip.
It doesn’t take him long to reply.
Will: What? Why? Are you okay?
I bite my lip, feeling guilty as I type.
Me: My mom came suddenly. I have to stay with her this weekend. I’m really sorry.
A long pause. I imagine his face, the way disappointment would flicker in his eyes, and it stabs at my heart.
Will: It’s fine. We’ll go next weekend. Enjoy with your mom.
I stare at his message, letting out a long sigh.
What I didn’t tell him and what I couldn’t tell him, is that tomorrow, I’m going to meet a guy for marriage.
I tried to convince my mother that I don’t want this, but she refused to listen. She insisted. And in the end, I gave in, not because I wanted to, but because fighting her feels endless and exhausting.
I know I should have told him about this, but after seeing his possessiveness last weekend, I know he’d lose his mind if I did. I’ve already planned to reject the guy tomorrow anyway. So there’s no need to tell him and ruin everything between us.
At least, that’s what I keep repeating to myself.
Still, deep down, I can’t shake the uneasy feeling that I’m doing wrong. That hiding this from him might break something fragile between us.
“He’ll never get to know about this,” I whisper to myself. “So chill, Iva. Just… chill.”
But my heart isn’t convinced.
What makes it worse is the fact that this was supposed to be our first trip together. I had been looking forward to it all week. The idea of escaping somewhere with him, no fear of being seen, no secrets, just us. Now it’s gone, and it hurts more than I expected.
I rub my chest, feeling the heaviness there, when my mom returns from the kitchen carrying two cups of coffee. She hands me one before settling next to me with a stern look.
I take the cup in my hands, trying one last time to change her mind. “Mom, I’m seriously not interested in marriage right now.”
Her expression hardens. “Then when do you want to marry, Iva? You’re going to be thirty-one in a few months. I want to see you settled in your life before I get older.”
“Mom, please—”
She cuts me off firmly. “I’ve given you enough time to find someone yourself. Now you’ll do as I say. Tomorrow, you’re going to meet the guy. And that’s final.”
I sip my coffee quietly, but inside, all I can think is: What if Will ever finds out?
At night, I try to sleep, but I can’t. I’m just changing positions. I miss Will. I’ve spent so many weekends in his arms that now it feels impossible to fall asleep without him.
So I pick up my phone and text him, hoping he’s awake.
Me: I miss you.
His reply comes instantly, like he’s been waiting all along.
Will: I’m also missing you, Professor.
He really was waiting for me to text him.
Me: If Mom hadn’t come, we’d be together right now… on the trip you planned for us. Having so much fun.
I type it with a little pout, wishing it were true.
Will: Don’t get upset. We’ll go next weekend.
Another message follows immediately.
Will: And we can still have fun. On chat, Professor.
He adds the wink emoji.
My eyes sparkle as I read it. My fingers fly across the screen with excitement.
Me: Then let’s have fun.
Will: What are you wearing right now?
I smirk, biting my lip.
Me: What do you think I’m wearing?
Will: Are you questioning your Master?
Are you becoming a naughty Professor?
My cheeks heat up as I read his words.
Me: I just want to see how much you know about me.
Will: You must be wearing your nightgown… with nothing beneath it.
My eyes widen slightly in surprise. He knows me too well.
Me: Wow! You’re one hundred percent correct.
Will: Now we’ll play a game.
Me: What game, Will?
Will: The one we played on our first dinner date. You remember?
Me: Of course, I remember.
Every detail of that night is etched in my memory.
Will: So let’s begin. But this time, we’ll ask each other dirty questions. Okay?
Me: I just love the idea. You start first.
I respond with a smile on my face.
Will: What BDSM session of ours do you like the most?
As I read his question, the memories of our session plays in mind like a movie: I’m tied in different positions, he’s spanking me, fucking me hard, dropping wax on my body, then wiping it off with the flogger, I’m crawling to him, and he’s fucking my mouth when I’m on my knees and when my head hanging from edges of the bed.
What I like the most? It’s a difficult question because I like everything.
But there is something which I like the most. Finally, it’s time to tell him.
My cheeks turn red as I type the message.
Me: When you said dirty things to me.
Will: Elaborate on it. I want every little detail.
I take a deep breath before starting to write about my favourite BDSM session with him. With every word I write, I become wetter and wetter.
Me: The session in the classroom when you punished me for being late, all because I stayed behind, talking to a male professor. The way you took control still sends shivers down my spine. You didn’t even let me explain. Instead, you ordered me to strip, kneel and tie my hands behind my back as if I were nothing but your disobedient student, despite the reality of our roles.
Me: You had me hold a pen between my lips and pressed the vibrator between my thighs while you spanked my buttocks. You spoke those dirty things, degrading me in the most delicious way and you ordered me to write them with a pen, I’m holding in my mouth. "You’re my shameless professor who loves being punished like this, aren’t you?" you said, and I could only nod, unable to respond with the pen between my lips. "What kind of professor deliberately comes late just to be disciplined by her student?"
Me: The vibrator hummed louder, and my body ached for release, but I knew you wouldn’t allow it. Not yet. Not until I had written every humiliating word you whispered. You kept saying those things and ordering me to write them while you spanked me and tortured me with the vibrator. “You might be the professor, but right now, I’m the one in charge. Do you understand how superior I am to you in this moment? You’ll never forget who’s in control, will you?”
Me: It was so difficult to complete the task with a pen in my mouth when you were driving me crazy with the vibrator, your hands, and with your dirty words, but still I did it. God, how I loved it. The way you spoke those dirty things and assert your control over me.
Will: Damn! Iva. You should be a writer. I’m so hard right now, reading this.
I blush hard as I read his words.
Me: You asked me to elaborate. So I just followed your orders like I always do.
Will: Good girl.
Like always, his praise sends shivers down my spine.
Me: Now it’s my turn to ask you.
Will: Ask.
I type the text with excitement.
Iva: What’s the one thing about me that turns you on the most?
Will: When I’m fucking you like hell and you’re about to cum… the way you roll your eyes in pure pleasure. That expression makes me want to fuck you endlessly, just to see it again and again. You’re so beautiful, Professor, in that moment. I can’t even explain it in words.
God! He’s so obsessed with me.
Will: Stop blushing, Professor. Now it’s my turn. Get ready to answer it.
Iva: What?
This is how the game continues and I don’t even come to know when I doze off.