Chapter 5 Our Little Secret
Will’s P.O.V.
She walks in.
And she’s late.
Fuck, the second my eyes land on her, I completely lose myself in her like always. She’s wearing a fitted white blouse tucked into high-waisted black pants, and her curves are perfectly outlined. The specs on her face make her look even more irresistible.
My cock twitches and hardens at the sight of her.
God, this woman turns me on like no one else ever has.
Did she do it on purpose? Show up late and make me wait like this? Is she testing me?
“You’re late,” I say, meeting her eyes.
She doesn’t respond right away, just crosses her arms and stares at me like she’s trying to keep it together. Like she’s trying hard not to let me see how much this is affecting her too.
I don’t know why she’s trying to hide it when we both know we desire the same thing.
She gives me a stern, trying to act in control. “Let’s get to the point, Will.”
As I chuckle at her words, she glares at me.
I need to go slow with her. She isn’t even ready to talk to me or accept what we’re both feeling.
“Okay.” I nod. “It’s your first time, so I’m letting it go. Now... close the door, Professor.” As I order, she just looks at me silently.
I can feel her breathing heavily. I know it drives her crazy when I call her 'Professor' and commands her.
“Will—”
“I don’t like to repeat, Professor,” I utter in a stern tone, and it’s enough for her to obey me instantly this time.
She turns and shuts the door behind her.
Click.
That sound sends a thrill through my entire body.
She faces me, arms still folded. “What do you want, Will? What’s going on in your mind?” Her look is still grim.
She says it as if she doesn’t know what’s going on in my mind, and as if the same thing isn’t running through hers.
I approach her, taking small steps. “Don’t act innocent. You already know what’s going on in my mind.”
As I closer to her, I see her chest rising and falling faster now, and my lips lift up into a smirk.
“I’m your professor,” her voice shakes as she says. “I’m older than you. This is completely wrong—”
Before she can finish her words, I pin her against the wall, grabbing her arms. Her gasp dies beneath my hand as I press it over her mouth, my gaze locked onto her wide, startled eyes.
I lean in and brush my lips against her ear. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence, Professor.”
My voice is deep, low, and dangerous, enough to make her entire body tremble.
“There is nothing wrong or right in my world. What I desire, I get it,” I continue, staring deep into her beautiful blue eyes, “and right now every fucking fibre of my body desires you.”
She just stares at me, breathing heavily. “Will… Please try to understand.”
“No, Professor.” I shake my head, eyes still locked with hers. “You need to understand. The more we run away from this... the more it’ll consume us.”
I trace my thumb across her cheek, watching her body tremble under my touch. “Stop running, Iva.” My words come out as a plead.
What the fuck! What am I even doing, pleading to someone? I can have whatever I want. I don’t have to beg anyone. But I don’t want her by force, that would be wrong. And also, I want her to willingly submit to me.
Her lips part, but she still hesitates before asking, “Then what do you want, Will? Do you want me to sleep with my student?”
I let out a dark, amused laugh. “No. I want more than that.”
Her brows furrow. “What do you mean?”
“My desires…” I pause, noticing her every expression. “They are wilder than you think.”
I lean in again and brush my lips near her jaw but not kissing. Not yet. I want her to yearn for me.
I begin, “I want to control you, Pofessor.”
She exhales sharply, like the air has been sucked out of her lungs.
“Since the day I first saw you, I haven’t been able to stop imagining what it would feel like to dominate you.” I continue, confessing my true intentions to her, because there’s no point in hiding anymore. I’ve already waited for a week. “To see you kneel for me. Obey me. Let me take over every inch of your body, every part of your mind.”
Her mouth opens, but I keep going on before she can speak. “No one will ever know what’s going on between us. It’ll be our little secret.”
Her eyes are wide. She’s shaken by the way I just admitted my intentions with her. She knew it, but she wasn’t expecting me to confess it. And now, I know she’s torn between fear and arousal.
However, I’m not afraid. I never get afraid of wanting something too much, especially when that something is already craving me back.
“I can’t…” she responds. “I can’t do this. You’re my student. The college has rules. I can’t risk my job for our… stupid desires.”
I stare at her for a long, quiet moment.
Then I step back, smirking. “Fine. If you want to run... run.”
I walk toward the desk and grab my phone again. But I don’t look at her.
“But mark my words, Professor…” I finally glance up. “You’re going to end up coming to me.”
I unlock the door and walk out, not disheartened, and not even surprised. I was expecting her refusal. I knew she’d run. I knew it wouldn’t be easy to have her. She’s not the kind of woman who surrenders easily, and that’s exactly what makes this so damn addictive.
But I’m not in a rush. I have my ways.
Ways to make her drop to her knees for me. Ways to make her crave the control I can give her. But I won’t force her. That’s not how I work.
I don’t chase women just to break them. I wait until they want to be broken, by me.
I could use my power, my presence, even her own desires against her… but I won’t. Because what I want is not fear. It’s not control without consent. What I want is for her to willingly submit. To hand herself over to me, piece by piece, knowing she could say no, yet chooses not to.
That’s where the real power lies. Not in making someone bend. But in making them want to.
And sooner or later, she will. Because once you’ve tasted the edge of surrender, the fall becomes inevitable.