Dirty Professor

He wanted to do dirty things to me. But it didn’t stop there. He wanted to teach me to do dirty things to him. He wanted to teach me how to take a spanking, how to take him in my mouth, how to stay quiet while I was bent over his desk. He was my professor, so of course I knew it was wrong. He had a reputation for breaking hearts and leaving destruction in his wake. But I couldn’t resist his demands, his blue eyes, his strong hands roaming my body. He was too brilliant, too sexy, too demanding. He was the reason I transferred to Noland, the reason I wanted to be a writer. And now he’s the reason I’m about to lose everything.