Chapter 49 Punished In Hospital
Iva's P.O.V.
"Stand up and close the door, Professor." Suddenly, he commands in that same old dominating voice I’ve been yearning to hear for an entire month.
His words send a direct twitch between my thighs like always. He has such magic.
I’m lost in his dark eyes until he warns in his deep voice, “You know that I don’t like to repeat myself.”
I don’t think twice. I rise to my feet from his lap and walk towards the door. Right now, I don’t care if someone might come in, don’t care about anything except obeying him.
After locking the door, when I turn around, he has a smile on his face. He rises from the bed and, with a curl of his index finger, motions me to come closer. My body reacts before I can think, like I’ve been waiting for this moment.
And now that it’s, I finally realise what I’ve been missing. I was starving for him. My life got completely dull without him. As the painful memories of this past month revolve in my mind, tears almost fill my eyes, but his next command pulls me back.
“Kneel.”
I instantly drop to my knees in front of him. My eyes are lowered to his feet, my hands resting on my thighs, waiting for his next command. My heartbeat is racing so fast it almost hurts.
“Look at me.”
My lashes lift, and when my gaze finally meets his, I feel like I’ve gotten everything back that I thought I’d lost forever.
“Damn, Professor. That look of yours… I’ve fucking missed it like hell.” He tucks my hair behind my ear, and all I see in his eyes is pure yearning.
He gently removes my glasses, careful as always, and sets them on the table. That small act… that tenderness… It’s him. My Will. My caring, possessive student.
God, the way he always takes off my glasses before kissing me… I didn’t realise how much I missed it. I missed everything about him.
His hand cups my chin and tilts my face upward. I feel his breath brush against my lips as he leans closer. My entire body shivers from just that small touch of air between us.
When his lips finally graze mine, my eyes flutter shut. The soft brush feels like I’m breathing again after drowning for ages. It feels so good.
He doesn’t kiss me yet, just rubs his lips over mine, and the desperation makes me ache. I want him to kiss me, so I reach up and tangle my fingers in his hair. That’s when he pulls away and his grip tightens on my hair.
“Did I tell you to touch me? Or kiss me?” His voice drips with pure dominance, making my heart race.
I shake my head quickly, breathless.
“Use your words.” His hold in my hair tightens, and with his free hand, he gives me a light slap across the face. The sudden sting shocks me, stealing the air from my lungs.
His full dominant mode switches on instantly, and I’ve been fucking longing for it. God, it’s so damn arousing.
“No, Master.” I shake my head, feeling wetness between my legs.
Damn. I love the way he controls me.
“Good girl,” he praises me in his low and rough voice. “Just let me feel your lips now. You didn’t let me feel them for one fucking month.”
He pulls my head toward him and crashes his mouth against mine, kissing me hard. He’s devouring my lips like he is punishing me for pushing him away from me. Although, it wasn’t my fault, I love the way he is dominating me. It’s a turn on for me.
I melt into him instantly, my arms aching to hold him. His kiss drives me crazy. Feeling his lips after a month feels like life itself rushing back into me.
Without breaking the kiss, he hauls me up to my feet.
“Touch me now.” His command brushes against my lips before he sucks them again, his hands gripping my hips tight, pulling me flush against him. I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him back like I’ll lose him all over again if I stop.
God, I love this man so much.
He bites my lower lip, stretching it before sucking it softly, then claims my mouth again with punishing hunger. His kisses leave me dizzy, breathless, addicted.
When he finally pulls back, his eyes burn into mine. “I think you deserve to be punished for making me wait this long, Professor,” he declares in that dark, dangerous voice that makes me tremble.
The word punishment rips through me like it’s the first time I’m hearing it. My body shivers with excitement and my heart pounds in pure submission. God, I love his punishments.
“Tell me you want me to punish you.” His thumb strokes my cheek gently, but his gaze stays dark.
I pant, still dizzy from the kiss. “Your professor deserves punishment, Master… please punish me hard,” I beg him exactly the way he wants me to.
A deeply satisfied smirk spreads across his face. “Good girl. Now, bend over the bed.”
I comply with his order instantly, bending over without a second thought. Will’s presence fills the room like a storm about to break.
“Now hands behind your back.”
I obey, and my breath becomes heavier with each passing second. I feel the strength of his grip as he binds my wrists with a bandage tape. The press of his fingers, the sound of fabric sliding against skin, everything sends a sharp jolt of arousal straight through me.
All I can think about is how he’s going to punish me, the thought alone making me wetter. I forget about our separation, his accident, everything. All I want now is his punishment and pure dominance.
Whenever we’re in a scene where he’s controlling me, I always feel like I was made to submit to him, made for his dominance. I know it sounds insane, but these are my true feelings.
Fuck, I’m crazy for him. One thing I know is that I can’t live without him. I’m incomplete without him, and I’ll never leave him, not in this life, not in another. That’s all I know.
“God, Professor, in this position you’re looking so hot.” He pulls my dress up and strokes my hips, making me tremble. “I’m dying to fuck your tight pussy from behind so bad, but first, I want to punish you. Punish you for running away from me.”
Every word goes straight between my legs. His hands roam over me, grabbing and stroking my ass, sliding under my dress, touching everywhere except where I want him most. Between my thighs. It’s been so long since I’ve felt him there, and the teasing is unbearable. His rough touch burns me alive and his denial is driving me insane.
And all I can do is wait to be punished in hospital. Fuck!