Chapter 9 BDSM Club
Iva’s P.O.V.
It’s been a week.
A whole damn week since I last saw Will.
And I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t even notice. But I do.
Every day I step into the lecture hall, my eyes automatically search for him… and every day, that seat in the front row stays empty.
No smirks.
No cocky winks.
No double-meaning comments that make my blood boil and my thighs clench.
Just… silence.
And it’s driving me insane.
Why isn’t he coming to college? Is he sick? Is he avoiding me? Does he finally listen to me? Why is this bothering me so much?
He’s nobody to me. Just a student. An annoying, arrogant, dangerously seductive student who makes me wet and so damn angry, both at the same time.
So why does it feel like something is missing?
Why does my body ache at the memory of his voice whispering against my skin?
Why do I miss the way he looked at me like I was his?
I slump back in my chair after my last lecture, pretending to grade papers while my mind keeps drifting back to him. I hate it. I hate this side of me that feels... incomplete without him.
I just met him a month ago, and we’ve hardly even talked, so why is it affecting me this much?
By the time I get home, I’m exhausted and irritated. The entire day felt pointless without his presence.
Although I want to toss my bag in frustration, I head to my bedroom and place it carefully in its proper spot. No matter how drained or annoyed I feel, I can’t bring myself to throw things around.
I can’t function in a mess. I like everything in its proper place, everything tidy and clean.
My phone rings in my hand, and I look at the screen.
It’s Mom.
Of course.
She has been working in Washington for the past few years, and every week, like clockwork, she calls me with the same question, “Did you meet someone yet?”
I pick up the call, already bracing myself.
“Hi, Iva. How was your day?”
“Fine,” I mumble.
“Listen, I was talking to Mrs Brown today. Her son is still single and—”
“Mom,” I cut her off, pressing a hand to my temple. “Please. Not again.”
She sighs. “Iva, you’re twenty nine. When are you planning to settle down? You need someone in your life. You can't stay alone forever.”
I lose it.
“Why not? Why can’t a woman live alone all her life? What’s so wrong about that?”
Silence.
She probably didn’t expect that kind of reaction from me. But I’m so damn frustrated right now.
“I don’t want to get married, okay? Just stop asking. I’m tired, Mom. I’ll talk to you later.” I hang up before she can say anything else and toss my phone on the bed.
Tears sting the corners of my eyes, but I blink them away.
I head to the bathroom to wash off the day, and maybe, just maybe to forget about the boy who shouldn’t matter.
But still does.
A few hours later, I’m standing in front of the mirror as I slide a sleek necklace around my neck. It settles perfectly just above the deep neckline of my one-shoulder black dress.
After the call with my mom, I was too restless to sit still. My thoughts kept wandering back to Will, back to his absence, back to the chaos he’s created in my mind and my body.
So when Hannah, my college friend and one of the few people who knows about my darker fantasies, texted me, insisting I come with her to a BDSM club, I surprised myself by saying yes so instantly.
Because I needed a distraction. And not the kind that comes from wine or bubble baths.
I needed something stronger. Something that could snap me out of the spell Will has cast on me.
Even if it’s temporary.
I slip on my black stilettos, the kind that hurt like hell after a few hours, but I still love them. They make me taller and confident. In control. Exactly what I need to pretend to be tonight.
I grab my clutch and take one last glance in the mirror. The necklace gleams against my skin. The dress fits me perfectly. And for once, I hope the club can erase the only name that keeps echoing in my mind.
Will.
Tonight, I don’t want to think about him. Because even if I’m yearning for him, I can’t have him in my life. He’s my student.
Tonight, I want to lose myself.
I step out of my apartment with one silent promise that I’m going to try. Try to forget him.
Will’s P.O.V.
I’ve torn through half my closet tonight.
Shirts are tossed across the floor, pants flung over the chair, belts and jackets scattered everywhere, as if a storm had passed through my room.
Because I haven’t seen her in a week.
A fucking week. I’ve seen Iva. Professor Iva, who shouldn’t mean anything to me. Who shouldn’t matter.
But she does
It’s driving me crazy.
When I saw those tears in her eyes during our last encounter, something shifted inside me. I felt… something. And it pissed me off.
I don’t feel emotions. I don’t get attached. I don’t care.
But her tears?
They affect me. I feel something in my heart.
That’s why I’ve been avoiding college. Staying away from her. Because I know if I see her again, I won’t be able to stop myself.
I’ll chase her. Push her. Fucking own her.
And I can’t hurt her again.
I run a hand through my hair in frustration, then grab a black shirt and drag it on lazily, leaving the top buttons undone.
It’s Friday night. Normally, I’d be excited. It’s BDSM club night. My release.
Where I’m in control. Where women beg to kneel for me.
But tonight? None of it excites me. The stage. The attention. The power.
I don’t want anyone else.
I only want her.
I walk into the club, head straight to the bar, and settle down with a drink in my hand. A scene is already unfolding on stage. A submissive in black lingerie is on her knees, blindfolded, and trembling under her Dom’s commands.
Usually, I’d be captivated.
Tonight? I’m restless. Fidgeting. I’m just wondering about one woman. Her voice. Her scent. That damn blonde hair and those blue eyes. She’s in my head. Fucking controlling me without even trying.
A guy from the staff leans walks over to me and says, “Will, you’re up in ten.”
It’s my turn to take the stage and control that submissive, but I’m not in the mood. I only want to control one woman now.
I shake my head. “Cancel it.”
He stares. “You’re kidding, right? You never cancel.”
“I’m not in the mood,” I respond.
He shrugs and walks away.
I down the rest of my drink in one go, jaw tight with frustration.
And that’s when I see her. At the entrance.
My glass nearly slips from my hand and my eyes widen.
“Professor…” I whisper under my breath.
What the actual fuck?
She’s here.
I’ve never seen her here before. Not once. I know every regular, every new face that walks through this club, and she is not one of them.
She doesn’t see me. She walks in, scanning the room. And damn…
She’s wearing a one-shoulder black dress. One side long and elegant, the other stopping mid-thigh, showing off her toned legs. Her heels make her walk like a goddess. She looks confident, graceful, and so damn sexy. A necklace rests just above the neckline, drawing attention to her collarbone.
I’ve only seen her in her professional look.
But this version?
This version is lethal.
Every part of my body burns with desire. She was already my obsession. Now she’s a fucking fantasy come to life.
And then, I see a Dom from across the room is eyeing her, starting to walk in her direction.
Something inside me snaps.
No.
No fucking way.
She’s mine. Even if she doesn’t know it yet. Even if she denies it.
She belongs to me.
Without a second thought, I push away from the bar and stride straight toward her.
Before that Dom can even reach her, I grab her wrist in a gentle grip, but possessively, and lean into her ear. “You shouldn’t be here, Professor,” I whisper in a dark and full-of-warning voice.
She gasps, shocked, but before she can speak, I’m already guiding her through the crowd, pulling her away from the dance floor and into the private hallway of the club.
Her heels click against the floor, her breath becomes heavy, and her heartbeat accelerates as I lead her to one of the private rooms.
I slam the door shut behind us and lock it before grabbing her arms and pinning her against the wall.
Now it’s just us.
And nothing is holding me back.