Chapter 57 My Brat Professor
Will’s P.O.V.
I keep walking through the club, noticing every single detail of it, holding the hand of my professor in a firm grip. The one thing that makes my blood boil is the way people are ogling my professor. I really want to show everyone that this woman only belongs to me.
Suddenly a woman walks through the crowd and throws her arms around me. “Will!”
Iva stiffens beside me. I glance at her and raise my hands, confused. The woman steps back and for a second I don’t recognise her, then it clicks.
She is my classmate from school.
“Aura?” I look at her, surprised. “Wow, it’s been ages.”
She laughs. “Will! You look amazing.”
I just smile before introducing Iva to Aura. “She is my girlfriend. The love of my life.”
She turns to Iva and reaches out. “Hi, I’m Aura, we went to school together.”
Iva only offers a small wave. Her jaw is tight and she watches us with a frown. I notice the way her eyes darken. The tiny shift sends heat right through me. For the first time, I see her like this. I must say, jealousy suits her. It makes her dangerous.
When Aura leans in to ask about my plans, Iva slides closer and gives a quick side hug to me.
My professor is so jealous. Fuck! I love her even more.
She traces a circle on my chest. “We should get going, Will.” The trace of possessiveness in her touch is delicious. I feel it everywhere.
I say goodbye to Aura with a polite grin and a quick handshake. I can see she notices the tension between us and offers a smile before she melts back into the crowd.
The moment she walks away, I can’t help myself. Iva’s jealousy drives me insane and I also want to claim my woman in front of everyone.
I slide my hands around her waist and lift her effortlessly on the nearest high table. She doesn’t resist. She wants this as much as I do.
I close the distance and capture her lips with a hard kiss, standing between her legs. Today, she tastes like wine, jealousy and everything I crave.
As my fingers tangle into your hair and yank, a gasp escapes from her mouth. God, that soft sound, it could undo me. My other hand slides under her dress, brushing her thighs and reaching between her legs.
Fuck her panties are already damp, clinging to her folds, and the second I press harder, her hips jerk off the table. I swallow her moans into my mouth.
People are watching us. I can feel their stare, and it makes me want to push harder, rub faster, until her legs are trembling. She’s mine. Mine to touch, mine to ruin, mine to make cum in the middle of this goddamn club if I feel like it.
I pull back just enough to whisper in her ear, “Enough watching. Action time.”
Yes, it’s enough of watching the club. Now it’s time to test the equipment of the club by doing some action.
I grab her wrist, not giving her a choice, and haul her off the table. She stumbles after me on shaky legs, dress hiked indecently high, lipstick smeared from my kiss. People look at her. I don’t care. Let them. Let them see her like this, because the truth is, they’ll never have her.
I shut the door of the private room and turn around to face Iva. She stands in front of me, her eyes are still burning.
“Kneel,” I order.
But for the first time, she disobeys me.
“I won’t.” She snaps, making my eyes widen in shock.
I know she got jealous of that woman, but I wasn’t expecting this behaviour from her.
As she spins, I rush towards her, and grabbing her arm, turn her towards me in a swift motion. “How dare you defy me?” My eyes burning with anger are fixed on her.
“Go and control your friend. Leave me.” She tries to push me away, making me furious.
“Stay still,” I shout, irked, but she still keeps resisting.
For the first time, she is behaving like this and my inner master isn’t liking it. He always demands obedience from his submissive, no matter what.
“Don’t forget that I’m your Master, Iva.” My grip around her becomes tighter. “You can't disobey me like this.”
“Leave me.”
I move away from her, letting go of her arms. “Giving you a last chance, Professor. Kneel right now, and I won’t punish you.”
“Today, you can’t control…” Before she even completes her sentence, I haul her over my shoulder.
She needs to learn the lesson. When we’re in the scene, and I’m her Master, her attitude isn’t acceptable under any circumstances. She has to obey me, no matter what.
“Will… leave me.” She hits my back. “You can’t do this.”
All of a sudden, her resistance makes me harder for her. My obedience professor turns brat, and today, it feels like a challenge to me. I’m excited to control her.
A grin spreads across my face.
“I’m your Master. I can do anything, brat.” I give her a hard spank on her ass, causing her to gasp.
It’ll be so much fun to teach a first lesson to my brat professor.