Sophia’s body was on fire the entire next day.

Every lecture, every hallway conversation, every innocent glance from classmates felt like a secret she was barely keeping. Her pussy stayed slick and aching, a constant reminder of Alexander’s filthy promises. By evening, she was a live wire, nerves, desire, and terrifying love twisting together until she could hardly breathe.

His text came at 7:30 PM.

Alexander: My penthouse. Now. Leave your panties at home. Tonight I’m going to push you to your absolute limit, little student.

She arrived trembling with anticipation. The city lights glittered below as Alexander opened the door. He wore only black lounge pants that hung low...