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 hurricane—violent, all-consuming, and utterly impossible to ignore. Zaiden Roy Alonso He was everything I wasn’t supposed be with—My student. Younger. Reckless. Dangerously persistent. I had always kept my distance from physical intimacy. But his touch—God, his touch—made me crave what I’d spent years avoiding. It didn’t just stir desire—it awakened hunger. A wicked craving I didn’t even know lived inside me. I tried to resist. I fought the urges. I reminded myself of the rules I’d built my life around. But then he looked at me with those stormy gray eyes, full of hunger and desperation, and whispered: “Please me, Professor.” And just like that, I lost control. I gave in—breaking 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 now… I can’t walk away. Even if I tried, he wouldn’t let me. Because I’m no longer just a professor. I’m his professor.