Learning Curves: Dominated by the Professor (BBW BDSM Erotic Romance)
Curvy grad student Lila is struggling to succeed in Professor Hardy's class. Although she finds the man's arrogant, know-it-all attitude to be somewhat off-putting, she decides that she has no choice but to accept his offer of after-hours tutoring to help her understand the material. But there's something in the Professor's eyes when he looks at her - something that gives Lila a secret thrill. More
Curvy grad student Lila is struggling to succeed in Professor Hardy's class. Although she finds the man's arrogant, know-it-all attitude to be somewhat off-putting, she decides that she has no choice but to accept his offer of after-hours tutoring to help her understand the material. But there's something in the Professor's eyes when he looks at her - something that gives Lila a secret thrill. Is there more to his offer than meets the eye? Surely not - why would a successful, handsome academic be interested in the likes of her? Lila's attraction to the professor secretly grows, until she can't help but let him know how she feels. And that's when he really surprises her. Not only has he been fighting the same urges, he wants her in ways she hasn't even imagined. Can Lila overcome her doubts and hesitation and find a way to submit to the professor, body and soul? Warning! This 11,000 word story contains graphic scenes of foreplay, rough sex, D/s themes, and more! It is intended for adult readers only.
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I swallowed hard. I knew why, but I hadn’t wanted to admit it to myself. It seemed so ridiculous, so childish, to have a crush on my teacher. But I wanted to learn from him – I craved his approval, because I craved him.
“It doesn’t matter,” I said, finally.
“It does, Lila,” he said. “I can’t have you around here, looking at me like that.”
I crossed my arms. There was no sense in denying it, although I could feel my ears beginning to burn. “Why not?”
“Because I won’t…I can’t…” He squeezed his eyes shut, raking his hands through his hair.
“Please get out. This isn’t going to end well.”
“Why?” I demanded. “Are you going to tell me there’s no way? That you’re so, so out of my league? That somebody like you could never think that way about somebody like me?”
There was a long, heart-stopping silence.
“No,” he said, finally, sounding very tired. “Lila, no. That’s not the problem here, and you know it, so stop playing coy.”
My heart skipped a beat – I’d always thought that was just a figure of speech, but I actually felt it freeze up in shock for a moment before it began thudding again, at a million beats per second.
“Well, then,” I said, somehow, over the roaring noise in my head. “I don’t see what the problem is. Surely we can work this out like adults.”
“There are rules,” he said, “against this sort of thing.”
“F*** rules,” I said, before I could stop myself.
I don’t know exactly what happened in the moments after that, except that he stood up, and I stood too, and then he was up against me and pulling and pushing and crowding me up against one of his bookcases, hands on either side of my face, pulling me into a bruising kiss.
“You've been such a bad girl,” he murmured as he broke away to take a breath. His fingers were tangled in my hair. “You know that, don’t you?”