Chapter 81 It’s A Surprise
Iva's P.O.V.
A Few Years Later
It's true that life passes so fast when we're happy, and since Will entered my life, I've been living so happily. He never lets me worry about anything and is always there to take care of me. A few years ago, he promised he would never let me cry, and he has kept his promise ever since.
Every day with him is so special. We never let the spark in our relationship fade. We keep trying new things like exploring a new state, trying a new bondage position or using a sex toy.
And today is a special day for us, even more special than our wedding anniversary, because on this day, a few years ago, fate made us collide with each other.
But, I'm angry, because like always, Will is late returning home from the club. Since he opened his dream club, he has been doing this.
The club is like his second wife, and I always remain jealous of it.
But, I still remember the day, when finally after years of research and making plans, Will and his friend opened their first BDSM club in New York. His happiness was at its peak that day. The shine in his eyes and the satisfying smile on his face are forever stored in my mind. And that day, my heart felt so full, seeing him like that.
The doorbell rings, bringing me back to earth.
Finally, he arrived.
I hastily wear his loose shirt over the black sexy lingerie and rush out of the room to open the door.
I’m about to scold him for being late when he places his finger softly on my lips. The mere touch steals my breath, stopping every word before it can escape.
He steps closer and apologises in a soft tone. “Sorry, Professor.” I look up at him, and the corner of his mouth lifts. “I was busy planning a surprise for you. You’re coming with me. Right now.”
My brows knit together. “Where?”
“It’s a surprise. Get ready,” he says, eyes gleaming.
I laugh under my breath. “Okay, Mr Husband.” I turn to leave, but he catches my waist and pulls me back, spinning me around until I’m pressed against him.
“Don’t wear lenses,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing my cheek with intimate familiarity. “I want to see you the way I saw you for the first time… with your glasses. My sexy professor.”
God, his obsession with seeing me in glasses. Something never changes.
A smirk curves my lips. “Okay, Master.”
He leans in, his gaze darkening. “And dress like the hottest professor you are.”
A few minutes later, I walk downstairs, hair perfectly in place, glasses on, confidence settling into my spine, dressed in a fitted pencil skirt, a white shirt tucked neatly at my waist, and heels that make me feel powerful, elegant, and undeniably his professor.
The moment his eyes land on me, I see it in the way his breath stills. The way desire flashes across his face before he can hide it.
“God! You’re irresistible.” He pulls me closer, grabbing my buttocks and grinding against me. “I just can’t keep my hands off you.”
I absolutely love the way this man is obsessed with me. It makes me genuinely happy. People say love and romance fade with time, but with us, they’ve only grown deeper. And his obsession? Don’t even get me started, it hasn’t diminished at all. If anything, it’s become stronger, more intense, and I love every bit of it.
“Who even asked you to keep your hands off me?” I pull him closer, gripping his collar.
“But we have to leave now. The surprise is waiting for you.” He reluctantly steps away from me.
“You planned the surprise in the club?” I ask as he glides the car into the private driveway of the club.
His own BDSM club. The one he once dreamed of building. The one he promised I would be the first to kneel in once it was built. Before its grand opening, before the world even knew it existed, he brought me here, just me, and kept his word, making me kneel and follow his every command.
The valets straighten instantly, already moving toward the car before it even comes to a full stop.
Will finally brings the car to a halt and turns toward me. “Yes. And you’re going to love it.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a strip of black fabric. “But first, I need to blindfold you.”
“Okay. I can’t wait.” I grin at him.
He ties the fabric over my eyes. The world fades into darkness, and somehow that only sharpens everything else, my breath, my anticipation, the awareness of him so close to me.
He steps out first, then takes my hand, his grip firm as he leads me forward. Each step inside heightens my excitement. I can hear doors opening, the soft echo of our footsteps. My imagination runs wild as I try to guess what he’s planned.
After a moment, he stops.
“Now. Take it off.” I hear his voice from a distance.
As I reach up and remove the blindfold, my breath catches.
I’m standing in a classroom.
Not just any classroom—our classroom. The same layout, the same board, the same desks arranged exactly as I remember. And there, at the back, Will sits in the very spot where my eyes fell on him for the first time.
He’s watching me.
The past and present collide in that single moment, and I’m completely stunned, heart pounding, emotions flooding back, as he looks at me like he did that very first day.
God, it feels like I’ve time-travelled to the past, and this surprise is beyond anything I could have imagined.
This room… he made it just for us. Inside his club. A perfect replica of the place where everything began. I can hardly believe it.
Will once said that one day he would make this happen again, us back in the classroom together, and he finally did. He always keeps his word, no matter what.
As I slowly turn around, memories of our old classroom flash before my eyes like scenes from a movie, the stolen glances, his double-meaning comments, his punishment after the class, the moments that once felt forbidden and thrilling. Those days were unforgettable. They shaped us.
And now, we can relive those again. Here. Wow!
A soft smile curves my lips as my eyes sting with emotion. My heart feels impossibly full.