My Professor's Little Girl

𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞-𝕱𝖎𝖛𝖊 {Season Finale - Part 2}

WARNING⚠️: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LANGUAGE 🚫AND SPICEE🔒

PLEASE READ MY NOTES AT THE END!!

The morning sunlight streamed through the window, warming my face as I stretched lazily in bed. My body ached in all the best ways, and memories of yesterday flooded my mind, bringing a wide smile to my lips. That's when I noticed the sheets had been changed. Did he really do that this morning? I glanced over to find the bed empty, and faint sounds from the kitchen reached my ears. Another smile crept across my face. Everything felt perfect.

Reaching for my phone, I was startled to see it was already 7 a.m. Seriously? I had tasks to tackle on campus before my classes started at 10. Dragging myself out of bed, I stumbled into the bathroom. The humid air hinted that he'd already showered. Is this man a machine? I could barely get myself out of bed, and here he was, effortlessly getting on with his day.

I slung my bag onto the counter, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. My gaze landed on the mirror, and I froze, taking in my reflection. My bare skin was covered with red adorned with love bites and faint marks everywhere. Wow, when did he leave all of these? Tentatively, I raised a hand to touch them, only to wince at the sharp ache in my waist. Yep, I'm definitely sore.

Shaking my head with a chuckle, I grabbed my shampoo and soap, stepping into the shower. The warm water was soothing as I cleaned up, my muscles slowly relaxing. Afterward, I dried myself off, neatly folded my towel into my bag along with the toiletries, and brushed my teeth, carefully packing everything back in place. I lathered lotion across my skin and wrapped myself in another towel to dry my hair.

I was so focused on drying my hair that I didn't notice someone standing in the doorway between the bathroom and the bedroom. I glanced up and froze. There he was—my man, already dressed for work. His crisp white button-down shirt and tailored black pants made him look effortlessly handsome. His intense gaze locked onto mine as he crossed the room, closing the space between us.

Without a word, he hugged me from behind, his warmth enveloping me. His hand reached for the edge of my towel, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pulled it away, letting it drop to the floor and revealing my bare skin.

"Beautiful, You look like an art piece, My art piece." He said

I smiled at him through the mirror, turned off my dryer, turned around to face him and pulled me in for a hug wrapping my hands around his neck then moaned out and winced due to the pain.

"Still feeling a bit sore? You know you can take a rest today. I can always fill you in with anything you miss in my lecture." He said

"Mhm, but definitely in a good way and about skipping class. Tempting, but I will pass." I replied. Then I noticed his neck and the part of his chest that was showing. There were red marks all over.

"Did I make those?" I asked

"Mhm, and I will wear them any day anytime." He replied as I just blushed.

"Okay then, Finish up with what you have going on here and then come out and have breakfast." He said with a smack on my bare ass that made me moan in pain.

"Daemonnn." I cried in half pain, half pleasure.

"Sorry babe, couldn't help it. Your ass is looking so plum." He smirked and left.

I finished drying my hair and slipped into a fresh outfit for the day. It was the last of the five outfits my girlfriends had picked out for me, and it seemed destined to make an impression. I wore a white turtleneck layered under a black sweater and paired it with a gray half-pleated skirt.