Scarlet Chains (Student X Professor Affair)

Our clothes fell to the floor one by one as our kisses grew hungrier and wilder. I completely lost myself, surrendering him the freedom to do as he pleased. He grasped my waist once more, firm but gentle, as if handling a fragile piece of shattered glass. He pinned me against the wall, his lips trailing down my neck, pressing kisses along the curve of my shoulder.

He swept me up in his arms, carrying me bridal-style, and laid me gently on the bed. I let myself sink into the soft mattress, and there I saw his perfect, muscular body more clearly than before. He climbed on top of me, pinning my hands against the headboard. I closed my eyes tightly, feeling the hardness of his manhood pressed against my thigh.

"You're as great as the first time I tasted you, Eris..." he whispered into my ear, sending a shiver racing down my spine.

He unhooked my bra as his tongue traced a slow path downward until it reached my breasts. His hands began to caress me gently while the other traveled lower to my waist.

"You're so damn fucking hot, baby," he murmured huskily before kissing my neck again. He paused to lick the sensitive skin, the sensation so intense that I couldn't help but claw at him, powerless to pull my hands away.

It was as if I gave him permission to pleasure me that way, and he rewarded himself with a wide, satisfied grin.

I rolled my eyes, and by some chance, my gaze fell directly between the waistband of his boxers. I swallowed hard at the clear outline of his still-hard length inside. I heard his soft chuckle and quickly turned my eyes elsewhere.

"Shock, huh?" I could hear the grin in his voice.

He settled on top of me again, and I felt his hardness pressing deeper against me, igniting a fire that made me moan softly as he moved faster, stroking the core of my womanhood.

He cupped my breasts firmly while his tongue traveled downward, exploring my body. I gasped in surprise when I felt his tongue swirling around my navel. Unable to resist any longer, he tugged my cycling shorts and underwear down in one swift motion, tossing them aside carelessly.

"Damn you. I want to taste every inch of you right now," he murmured, withdrawing his fingers only to bring them to his lips. He licked them like savoring ice cream, eyes locked on mine, filled with lust.

"You taste so sweet, but I want more, baby."

He pulled me to the corner of the bed, spreading my legs as he positioned himself between my thighs. Only restrained moans escaped as I felt his lips brush against my most intimate place.

I grabbed the pillow beside me and pressed it firmly against my face, biting down hard to stifle the sounds that threatened to break free every time his tongue stroked me. I was losing myself in the sensations-he was trying to delve deeper with his tongue.

"Fuck! Ugh!"

I clawed at him, trying to stop him, but he was too strong. He held both my legs firmly to keep me still as he continued.

His tongue slid in and out of me while his long, thick fingers gently stroked my slick folds. I arched my back, gripping his shoulders so tightly my nails almost dug in, the tension inside me building unbearably. I felt close to the edge-then suddenly, he stopped.

"Oh my fucking God!" I cried out in lust, feeling myself close to release.

I think he understood because he thrust harder and faster, biting his lower lip as he did.

As I felt a warm rush escape me, I also felt his own release fill me deep inside. I looked into his dark hazel eyes-both of us breathless, locked in a heated gaze.

He smirked and pulled me into a kiss, burying himself in my neck before whispering something huskily in my ear.

After that, I immediately got up and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

"Are we still on for next week?" He stood up and immediately wrapped an arm around my waist. "Same time and place?"

I tilted my head and quickly turned away when he leaned in to kiss me again. Ignoring his question, I went on dressing. In the mirror, I could clearly see his eyes fixed on me.

"I have an exam next week. I can't," I replied curtly, slipping into my blouse and grabbing my handbag.

Yvo kept staring. From the look on his face, it was as if he didn't want to accept my answer. I met his gaze and raised a brow.

"You can't be a hindrance to my studies, Yvo. Besides, I know you've got plenty of others lined up," I said firmly, turning my back on him.

But before I could reach the door, he grabbed my arm and spun me around roughly. I squeezed my eyes shut when he suddenly shoved me against the wall, my back hitting it hard.

"But you're the one I want, Eris," he said, his eyes burning with desire. His grip on my arm tightened, and his other hand began to slide down to my waist.

Fear pricked at me, but I stood my ground. I knew that the moment I showed him the fear he was so desperate to see, it would be the signal for him to take advantage of me.

Which will never happen.

"Let go of me. Fuck you," I spat through clenched teeth and shoved him away. "This will be the last time."

I left that hotel in a hurry and headed straight to my afternoon class. I hadn't planned on going in-too tired and too lazy-but this girl had been calling me non-stop just to tell me our new professor had finally arrived.

I was still at the gate when I spotted Megan's wide grin as she waved at me. She quickly ran up and hooked her arm through mine the moment she reached me.

"Guess what," she began, and we started walking together toward the university.

"What?"

"Our new professor... I mean our new young professor. Word is, he's extremely decent and well-respected," she gushed.

I frowned, watching the male students we passed who let their gazes linger on me. Fortunately, I was already used to this kind of behavior from men.

"So? What's so special about him? You seem interested," I remarked, since she'd been bringing him up for days.

Megan waved to someone she knew before answering.

"I'm just curious. They say he's handsome, too. Aren't you curious?" she shot back.

I'm not.

Well, I wasn't.

I'm not the type to quickly take interest in men. I'm a slut-yes, I admit that. Everyone calls me "a woman for everyone," "fuck girl," "whore," and whatever else they can think of. But in all my experiences, it's always the men who take interest in me first. Never me.

Not until now.

"Sit, Ms. Valoria. You're twenty minutes late," he said coldly the moment I stepped into the classroom.

The room fell silent. Even I was caught off guard, my gaze chasing after this man who introduced himself as our professor for the afternoon.

My eyes sought out Megan, and I found her gaping at him from her seat. The reason I'd been late was because Eros had pulled me into the restroom for a quickie. He'd said the professor wouldn't arrive until later, so I hadn't thought much of it.

Most professors here favor me anyway-my grades are high, and I can hold my own in anything academic.

This was the first time a professor had ever called me out-right in front of my classmates.

"Are you going to stand there the whole class?"

My ears burned. I stared at him. I hadn't even taken in his face or posture because of the irritation surging through me. The only things that caught my attention were his cold eyes and the way his jaw tightened over and over, as though I had done something terrible to him.

I was just late!

I swallowed hard, my footsteps heavy as I made my way to my seat beside Megan. Dropping into the chair with deliberate haste, I fixed my eyes straight on the professor.

"Don't you have anything to say?" he asked.

I frowned, crossing my arms over my chest. Megan had been right-he did look young, probably only three or four years older than us.

"What exactly do you want me to say, sir?"

"Why are you late?" Again, his jaw tightened. His Adam's apple moved sharply, and my eyes lingered on it for a second before I looked back into his eyes.

I arched my brow. "Just because, sir. Isn't that a valid reason? Because I'm sure you wouldn't want to hear the real one."

"Try me, Ms. Valoria," he challenged.

The whole class fell silent again. Even Megan beside me drew in a breath before clamping her mouth shut. It was as if everyone was waiting-watching-to see what I would say next, and what would happen after.

A smirk curved my lips. I didn't break our stare. His eyes still held no emotion-just coldness. His face, too, was blank.

"Well, sir, I was in the third-floor bathroom doing a quickie with one of the students here. His name's Eros. I was on my way to class, but he suddenly pulled me in and kissed me-"

"Enough," he cut in firmly.

"Again, sir?" I teased.

He quickly averted his gaze, turned his back on me, and pretended to write something on the blackboard. The next thing I heard was the muffled laughter of the class. My eyes stayed fixed on his broad back. Now it's your turn to shut up, sir.

"That was insane. If he fails you..." Megan whispered.

I shrugged. "Then let him. He's a coward anyway."

"A sexy, Greek-god-looking, young and hot coward professor, you mean?" Megan joked.

I glanced at her briefly, then turned my eyes back to the professor. Only now did I really take in the rest of him. He still had his back to us. When he finally faced the class again, his expression seemed calm-composed.

Megan was right. I hadn't noticed it earlier because my head had been clouded with irritation, but this man... ah, no. I feel like I'm staring at a god. His features are no joke. The word "handsome" wouldn't even come close to doing him justice. He's tall, with warm bronze skin. Clean-cut, his button-down shirt clings perfectly to a well-sculpted body. I have a feeling that if he ever took it off, anyone in the room would have their jaw-and probably their drool-hit the floor.

And yeah, his manhood-there's no way it isn't big.

"Interesting..." I muttered under my breath.

The day ended with me still in a foul mood. I told Megan to go home ahead of me and canceled my evening meet-up with Clark. I just wasn't in the mood anymore.

I didn't even know why.

"Eris, Professor wants to see you in the faculty room."

I turned toward the voice-our class president.

"Huh? Professor?"

"Yeah. He's calling you to the faculty," he repeated.

I frowned. Instead of asking questions, I headed straight there. When I arrived, I was greeted by the professor's face, lit softly by the room's light. He was alone.

"Are you going to scold me again, sir?" I asked the moment I sat down across from him.

He glanced at me briefly. Not a flicker of interest crossed his face before he looked away, as though avoiding even the sight of me. Damn this man.

"I want to apologize for what happened earlier. I shouldn't have called you out in front of your classmates," he said in a calm, low voice.

I froze, one brow arched. Was he serious?

"Just don't make a joke like that in front of everyone again," he added.

A smirk played on my lips. "So... you think what I said was a joke, sir?"

This time, he hesitated. His eyes flicked to mine, only to dart away again. I caught the quick flush coloring his ears, and my smirk deepened.

"I wasn't joking, sir..." I paused, glancing at his nameplate. "Griffin... nice name. I wasn't joking. I really was making out with one of the students here. So, I apologize for the... confusion, sir."

"You may leave, Ms. Valoria. See you tomorrow in class," he said quickly, and I almost burst out laughing.

I sighed as I stood. "See you, Sir Griffin. Or... do you prefer I call you by your first name?"

He just stared straight into my eyes, so I flashed him a grin.

And for the first time, I caught the faintest flicker of interest in his.

In my entire life, I had never encountered a man who, whenever he looked at me, showed no interest at all. Every man I had met was either interested in me in a sexual way, or they were looking for a serious relationship-which I wasn't capable of giving them.

But this professor-Griffin-was different.

My eyes followed his every move at the front as he taught seriously. He didn't even glance at me, no matter what I did to get his attention, as if he did it on purpose. When I tried raising my hand for recitation, he didn't call on me, even though only two of us had our hands up. He chose a classmate I didn't even know over me.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you dressing like that?" Megan criticized me.

I just stared at her and unbuttoned three buttons of my blouse until the curve of my chest was fully visible.

"Let's see if he still won't notice me," I thought.

Just as the bell rang, signaling the end of class, I quickly approached his table while he was putting away his things.

"Hi, sir..." I deliberately leaned forward in front of him so he could see my chest.

I saw him glance down at my chest, and immediately his forehead furrowed. He seemed suddenly irritable before lifting his gaze back to me.

"Do you need something, Ms. Valoria?" he asked coldly. There wasn't a hint of emotion on his face, which made me purse my lips.

"I just wanted to know if you've really forgiven me about last time, sir... Because if not..." I paused and leaned even closer to his table. "I know what to do about it."

His forehead furrowed even more. His cold gaze was still fixed on me as he packed up his lesson plan, then suddenly stood up.

"You're forgiven, Ms. Valoria. Fix your blouse, or else I'll bring you to the guidance office with your parents," he said strictly, then walked straight out of the classroom.

I felt the heat of embarrassment crawling up my neck and spreading across my entire face. My mouth fell open as I stared blankly at the door he had just exited.

What the fuck? Did he just turn me down?

"Yeah, he turned you down. The one and only Lilith Eris, rejected by a man for the first time in her life," Megan said mockingly from behind me, still patting my back.

Annoyed, I turned to glare at her. She glanced at my chest before bursting into laughter.

"Didn't even enjoy it? Weird," she said, pinching my chest again, so I smacked her hand away and adjusted the buttons of my blouse.

Yeah, weird. Is he really that decent not to give in? Or maybe he's just playing hard to get? Maybe if I suddenly pulled his pants down and just sucked the life out of him, he'd give in.

We were sent home early that day. Megan had her own plans with her brother Axel, so our idea of going to the bar never happened.

When I got home, I found a Montero Sport parked in front of our gate. It was the first time I had seen a car in the garage besides Erika's, my mom's. Who could the visitor be?

Even before I reached the door, I could hear Erika laughing in the living room along with a man's voice. When I peeked inside, I saw a large man sitting next to Erika. He was obviously tall even while seated. His side profile made it clear he was handsome-sharp nose, perfectly shaped lips, and a strong jawline.

"Eris! There you are. Come here," Erika called as soon as she saw me.

I quietly approached them. The man finally turned his head to face me, and I gasped at the sight of his perfect face. He was probably in his mid-forties. Even in a simple short-sleeve polo, he radiated presence.

"This is my friend, Hugo. Hugo, this is my daughter Eris," Erika introduced me.

I raised my eyebrows as her smile widened while she looked at the man called Hugo.

"Nice to meet you, Eris," he said, extending his hand toward me.

I just looked at it and then glanced at Erika. She seemed excited, though I wasn't sure why.

"Nice to meet you too, Mister. I'll be heading up. I have plans tonight," I said, walking over to Erika and kissing her on the cheek. "He's not your friend," I added.

She just tapped me on the arm before I left them there.

I know her too well. Out of all the friends she's ever introduced me to and brought home, this was the first time she brought a man to our house. She's too carefree and easy to read, so I'm certain that man isn't really her friend. Even if my suspicion is right, I'll still support her. Especially if I can tell she's happy.

My mom deserves to be happy too, after everything she went through when she was pregnant with me.