Chapter 13 Aftercare
Iva’s P.O.V.
As Will catches his breath, he gently unclasps the cuffs, freeing me. He gently massages my wrists and ankles after taking off my heels. Within a few seconds, he’s gone from wild to gentle.
That’s something new.
I see the care in his grey eyes. Then he softly kisses my ankle… then my wrist.
That moment, right there, is when he steals my heart. No man has ever cared for me after fucking me. But he’s different.
“I’ll be right back.” He goes to the washroom and returns with a wet tissue. As he gently cleans his dried cum from my stomach, I just keep looking at him with admiration.
Then he lies down, taking me into his warm arms, and I rest my head on his chest, hearing the steady beat of his heart. I’ve never felt so peaceful before.
“You’re glowing after that orgasm. You look so beautiful lying naked in my arms.” He whispers against my hair, making me feel so special.
I close my eyes. Not because I’m tired, but because I’ve never felt this safe.
No man has ever praised and treated me like this. And with every second, he’s carving a permanent place in my heart so fast.
As I raise my head and our eyes meet, we lose ourselves in each other. Then suddenly, he grabs my face and kisses me again.
“God, Professor, I thought getting you would satisfy my desire. But it’s only grown stronger. Now I want to fuck you hard every day and night, just to hear your moans.”
His words make me blush, and I hide my face in his chest.
Suddenly, my phone starts ringing in my sling bag. He hears it too, and just as I try to get up, he pulls me back into his arms.
“You stay right here. I’ll get your phone.”
Oh God… he’s so caring.
“Okay.”
He comes back with my bag. I take out my phone. It’s my friend calling.
Fuck! She’s waiting for me outside. And I haven’t even told her about Will.
I answer the phone and talk to her.
“I’m just coming.” I sigh after ending the call and glance at him apologetically. “Will… I have to go. My friend is waiting for me outside. She’s been there this whole time.”
His expression instantly shifts. He looks at me with disappointment. His arms around me tighten just a little, like he’s not ready to let go yet.
“Stay.” He bruises his face into my neck. “Just a little longer.”
I sigh, caressing his stubble. “ I wish I could, but I have college tomorrow.”
He’s silent for a second, and then I add in a soft tone, “And you’re coming too. Okay?”
His lips curl into a crooked smile, and he nods. “Of course.” He leans in closer and says huskily, “I have to listen to my professor… or else she’ll punish me.”
He winks.
God. That wink. It’s so playful, so damn charming, and it pulls a laugh out of me.
“You’re unbelievable.” I shake my head, still laughing.
“Unbelievably obsessed with you.” He kisses the back of my hand.
And just like that, I melt all over again.
He stands up and pulls on his boxers before picking up my dress from the floor. “Come here. Let me help you.”
As I stand in front of her, he holds the fabric out for me and slides it up my body with such care, like I’m something fragile. Something he’s scared of breaking. Then he zips it up and smooths the wrinkles out with his palms.
When I’m about to do my hair, he stops me. “Let me.”
I nod, and he does.
He runs his fingers through my strands, smoothing them down, tucking them behind my ears.
Damn.
These little gestures.
They’re driving me insane.
How can someone who just fucked me so wildly now be the softest, sweetest man I’ve ever met?
“I wish I could keep you here tonight,” he says, adjusting the strap of my sling. “Not just for more sex. Though trust me, I’m dying for that too again, but just… to hold you.”
My heart thuds hard in my chest.
I don’t say anything.
Because I know if I open my mouth now, I’ll spill everything I’m feeling too soon.
Instead, I lean up on my toes and kiss his cheek. “Tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow,” he repeats, brushing his thumb across my jaw.
As I turn to go, he follows me to the door, and before I open it, he grabs my arm and turns me to him before devouring my already swollen lips one last time. The kiss is so deep and full of passion.
When we finally part, he grins. “Sleep well, Professor, because, I’m going to make you tired every day now.”
I shake my head and laugh as I step out of the room.
But inside?
I’m already counting the hours until I see him again.
I climb into the cab with my friend, giving her a quick excuse for being late. She doesn’t ask too much. Thank God. I wouldn't have been able to explain even if I tried. How could I possibly describe what just happened?
No words would be enough.
The ride home is a blur. My friend keeps chatting about some guy she met last week, but I’m hardly listening to her. All I can think about is him.
The moment I step into my apartment and close the door behind me, I lean against it and shut my eyes.
Will. His face flashes in my mind.
His touch. His voice. His breath. His lips. The way he looked at me was like I wasn’t just someone he desired, but someone he cared for.
I head straight to my room and collapse on my bed. My mind is spinning. I run my fingers across my wrist, remembering how gently he’d kissed them after unlocking the cuffs. Remembering how he cleaned me up with so much tenderness, like I was precious.
And in that moment, I’m certain about one thing. By giving in to my desire tonight… I’ve changed my life completely.
I don’t know where this is heading, what consequences I might face, or what rules I’ve just broken beyond repair.
But for once in my life, I don’t care.
Because I’m happy.
Genuinely, stupidly, unapologetically happy.
And that happiness comes from a boy with grey eyes who completely took over my body, my mind, and now, I think my heart also.
I touch my lips, swollen from his kisses, and close my eyes again.
I can still feel the way he restrained me, punished me, owned me.
And not for a second did I feel unsafe. Not once did I feel shame.
Only pleasure. Only connection.
He saw me.
All of me.
The strong professor.
The woman who hides her secret desires.
The girl who just wanted to feel wanted.
And he claimed every part of her like he was born to.
When the thought crosses my mind that he’s my student, and it’s wrong, I shove it away immediately. Because for the first time in years, I feel alive. I feel wanted, seen, understood, protected… loved, even if we haven’t said it yet.
Maybe I’m crazy.
But tonight?
I’m his.
And I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.