Chapter 18 Let’s Play A Game
Will’s P.O.V.
Fuck!
Does she even realise what she’s doing to me?
This woman, my professor, my submissive, my obsession, just treated a small cut like it meant the world. She cared. Like really cared.
I’m used to girls running after me for fun and to have a taste of my dominance. But Iva? She’s here for me like I matter. And fuck, that makes me feel things I don’t even know how to name.
I grip the steering wheel as we start driving again, but my free hand stays in hers. It feels so good to hold her hand like this and I want to keep holding it forever.
As I drive, I think about the last month with her.
The secret encounters. The way she submits to me. The way she moans when I tie her up, push her limits, and make her lose control. The way she sets her glasses during the lecture and passes me a teasing smile. Our double-meaning talks happen daily in class, but nobody understands them except my friends.
They know what’s going on between us and what Professor Iva is doing to me. They tease me, but they’re also concerned for me, because we don’t have any future together, and if anybody finds out about us, it can spoil Iva’s career.
I don’t want to go there right now.
I can’t spoil my present moments with her by worrying about the uncertain future. Right now, I just want her in my life. And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her with me. Forever.
Damn! I just can’t forget the way she looks at me after our session. Like I’m more than just a boy who dominates her. Like I’m someone worth trusting. Worth loving.
Fuck.
I’ve never felt this before.
Iva isn’t just a professor whom I’m controlling for pleasure. She’s the only woman who makes me feel things I never felt before. Her presence is so peaceful, and when I hold her in my arms after our sessions, damn. It’s heaven. She calms my soul.
And now, the way she kissed my wounded hand and insisted on taking care of it, God, I almost said something I wasn’t ready to say.
Almost.
But I didn’t.
Because I can’t afford to mess this up. What we have, it’s already dangerous enough. If anyone finds out, she could lose everything.
The last thing I want is to be the reason she gets hurt.
And I also don’t want her to push me away by bringing love between us. Although I know she feels the same, I’m scared. I just can’t afford to lose her. Not now. Never.
I pull into a quiet spot near a rooftop restaurant I booked in advance. Private. Discreet. Far from prying eyes.
We step out of the car, and I guide her to the rooftop. Iva’s heels click softly beside me. Her red dress sways with each step, hugging her curves, and I’m already dying to rip it off her later.
The moment we step out of the elevator, her eyes widen slightly, seeing the entire place empty. Candles flicker along the edges of the rooftop and fresh roses are placed in a vase at the centre of the table.
“Will…” she turns to me.
“I booked the entire place,” I say casually, my hands in my pockets. “I can’t risk anybody seeing us together and spoiling your image or your career.”
She just stares at me for a second, speechless. Her lips part but no words come out.
“And also…” I step closer and brush a strand of hair behind her ear, “I want complete privacy with my professor.”
I wink.
That finally breaks the silence. She chuckles, shaking her head. “You’re insane.”
“But the kind of insane you like.” I pull the chair out for her.
She sits, and I take the seat across from her. A soft breeze rustles her hair as she looks around in disbelief, still smiling.
The waiter brings us water and disappears again.
While we wait for dinner to arrive, I decide to make the most of this rare time with her outside the dungeon and the classroom.
“Let’s play a game,” I suggest, leaning forward.
Her brows arch. “What kind of game?”
“We’ll ask each other questions one by one, and we have to answer honestly.”
“Hmm…” she hums, intrigued. “Okay. Interesting.”
“You go first.” I gesture toward her.
She taps her cheek in thought, then smirks. “How many girlfriends have you had so far?”
I grin. “Zero.”
She tilts her head, sceptical. “Seriously?”
“Yeah.” I nod. “I’ve had sessions at the BDSM club… but never had a girlfriend. Never wanted one. Until now.”
She catches the meaning, and her smile turns shy. She looks down at her lap and tucks her hair behind her ear. God, she doesn’t even realise how adorable she is.
“My turn to answer.” She leans in slightly, excited.
She’s older than me, but sometimes she gets so adorably excited that it makes me admire her more. That playful energy of hers? It’s addictive. I’ve never laughed in my life the way I laugh with her.
“At what age did you lose your virginity?” I ask, staring at her with curiosity.
“Twenty-five,” she replies, lips pressing into a thin line.
I raise my brow. “With whom?”
She narrows her eyes playfully. “Excuse me, sir. One question per turn.”
I chuckle. “Very smart, Professor. I really like that about you.”
She gives a small laugh. “You like everything about me, Will.”
Damn right I do.
And look at her, she’s glowing tonight.
“Ask your question before I lean across this table and ruin your lipstick, Professor,” I warn her.
She clears her throat, trying not to smile. “Okay, okay… How many girls have you had sessions with?”
I shrug. “Didn’t count.”
She rolls her eyes, chuckling. “Stupid question. Even I knew you wouldn’t know the answer.”
“Now tell me with whom you lost your virginity?” I question, like always curious to know about her.
She sips her water before answering, “My ex-boyfriend.”
We meet and fuck almost every day, but we never ask any personal questions before. Thanks to this game, we’re getting to know each other.
“At what age did you start visiting BDSM clubs?” she asks next.
“Eighteen.”
Her eyes widen slightly, surprised. I grin.
“And how did you know you were into BDSM?”
She pauses for a second, then answers with quiet honesty. “I used to find vanilla sex boring. A friend introduced me to BDSM a few years ago, and I started researching it. I liked the idea of surrender. But I never felt comfortable enough with anyone to actually explore it… until I met you.”
Fuck.
I stare at her. That did something to me. Knowing she saved her submission for me, no one else got to see that part of her but me.
“I’m glad you’re exploring it with me.” I take her hand in mine across the table, fixing my eyes on her. “Seriously. I feel a strange kind of pride knowing I’m the only one you’ve trusted to give yourself to.”
She doesn’t say anything. I lean in and place a soft kiss on her knuckle.
Then we sit like that, hands touching, eyes locked.
Breathing together.
Falling, without even realising how deep.