CHAPTER 3: CHOKED AND BRED

CLARA’S POVThe dean’s face paled. But all I could see was him—Professor Kol, leaning forward in his seat with eyes dark with lust.

His hand was no doubt wrapped around his cock beneath the table as he watched his perfect student fall apart for him in public.

My phone buzzed again. The vibration made me jolt in the aftershocks.

Professor Kol: Bathroom. Now. Or I turn it up to max and make you squirt on stage again.

The faculty restroom was empty. The fluorescent lights were harsh against the marble counters.

I stumbled in and barely had the door locked before he was on me....