Please me, Professor
I was living my life in quiet simplicity. Securing my dream position as a professor at Ellsford Academy felt like everything I had ever wanted. My routine was simple: home to work, work to home. As an orphan, I had no responsibilities beyond myself, and I was content with that quiet existence. Until he stormed into my world like a damn hurricaneβviolent, all-consuming, and utterly impossible to ignore. Zaiden Roy Alonso He was everything I wasnβt supposed be withβMy student. Younger. Reckless. Dangerously persistent. I had always kept my distance from physical intimacy. But his touchβGod, his touchβmade me crave what Iβd spent years avoiding. It didnβt just stir desireβit awakened hunger. A wicked craving I didnβt even know lived inside me. I tried to resist. I fought the urges. I reminded myself of the rules Iβd built my life around. But then he looked at me with those stormy gray eyes, full of hunger and desperation, and whispered: βPlease me, Professor.β And just like that, I lost control. I gave inβbreaking my own rules, crossing every forbidden line. We built something dangerous, thrilling. Our own life. Our own rules. Our own world. His one plea became my addiction. And nowβ¦ I canβt walk away. Even if I tried, he wouldnβt let me. Because Iβm no longer just a professor. Iβm his professor.
