On Her Professor’s Bed: Alpha’s Plaything

Becoming His Submissive

Chapter Fifteen

Thalina

I woke up to the empty side of the bed, the warmth from Professor Maverick’s body long gone, now replaced by the cool touch of the fluffy sheets and the faint scent of him.

I blinked, trying to steady my racing thoughts, but the images from few hours ago kept flooding back—the way he’d looked at me, the way he’d taken me with such force, passion, and control. I had never experienced anything like it. It was addictive, terrifying, and exhilarating all at once.

But now, he was gone.

I turned my head slowly, scanning the room, my heart sinking a little. Where had he gone? Why would he leave without saying anything? I pulled the sheets around me, trying to suppress the unease building up inside of me. My mind wandered back to the countless fantasies I had indulged in about him over the last few days. I never thought they would become a reality, and now that they had, it felt like something had shifted in me, something I never knew existed.

I paused, trying to make sense of the sensations running through my body. The soreness between my legs, the dull ache of satisfaction, and yet… I wanted more. More of him, more of his body, more of his c**k. My body craved his touch again, the way he’d made me feel alive, every nerve on edge, the way he’d filled that emptiness I felt after Fenris’s betrayal.

Just as I was starting to sink deeper into my thoughts and more fantasies about him, the door creaked open, and there he was. professor Maverick. He stood in the doorway, his broad chest bare, glistening with a sheen of sweat like he’d been working out. His gray shorts hung low on his hips, and I couldn’t help but let my gaze drift to the obvious outline of his huge c**k beneath the thin fabric.

I swallowed the hard lump that formed in my throat. Even after everything, my body responded to him immediately, as though he didn’t just take me to places I had never been in my life, and drown me in the ocean of pleasure that I almost lost my breath. Heat pooled between my thighs, my breath began to hitch.

His eyes darkened when he saw me watching him like that. He smirked, his lips curling into that dangerous smile that always made my heart race, as though he knew the kind of effect he had on me. He didn’t say a word, just beckoned for me to follow.

I stood slowly, wrapping the sheet around me, though I knew it was pointless. He had already seen every part of me, had taken and tasted every part of me, and yet I still felt vulnerable under his intense gaze.

Without a word, he turned and led me down a long hallway. His strides were sure and purposeful, his demeanor completely in control as the first time I saw him. I followed, the grandeur of his home catching me off guard. I had never paid much attention before, but now, walking through the hallways, it struck me—this wasn’t just some regular professor’s house. The walls were adorned with expensive artwork, the floors polished marble. Everything about his home screamed wealth, power, and control. But how? How could a mere professor possess this much wealth and power?

My gaze shifted to him. Who exactly was he?

I shook off the thoughts almost immediately, knowing better than to question him, especially now. I believed he would reveal things in his own time, on his terms, in his own ways. And even though the mystery surrounding him and his wealth gnawed at me, I knew better than to ask.

Finally, we stopped in front of a large, dark door at the end of the hallway. Professor Maverick paused for a moment, his hand on the knob, before turning to face me. There was something different in his eyes, something darker, more intense than I had ever seen before.

“This,” he said, pushing the door open slowly, “is the submission cage.”

My heart skipped.

The door swung open, revealing a room that was completely different from the rest of the house. The walls were dark, dimly lit, lined with various implements I didn’t fully understand. Chains hung from the ceiling, and in the center of the room was a large bed, much larger than the bed in the room, unlike any I had seen before, with leather straps and buckles attached to the headboard and footboard.

I stood frozen at the threshold, my heart pounding hard and loud in my chest that I could hear it. I could feel the raw power of the room just by standing at the doorway, I could feel the dominance and control exuding from the room. Professor Maverick stepped inside, leaving me standing at the doorway, my fingers clutching the sheet tightly around me, as though my life depended on it.

He turned to face me, his gaze penetrating into mine, his voice steady and calm. “If you want to be with me, Thalina, you have to surrender. Fully.” He began, his eyes not leaving mine. “Inside this room, I get to dominate every aspect of you—your mind, your body, your pleasure. You’ll belong to me.”

My throat went dry immediately, I found it difficult to even breath. I wanted to respond, to say something, but the weight of his words settled over me like a heavy blanket. I had never felt this kind of anticipation before, the kind that made my skin prickle with both fear and excitement, the one that made me want to jump into this, but at the same time pulls me back.

He took a step closer to me, his bare chest inches from me now, his hand reaching up to brush the side of my cheek.

“I’ll control everything,” he murmured, his going voice softer now, almost gentle. “Every touch, every kiss, every command. You’ll be mine. Completely.”

I swallowed hard, my body was starting to betray me as usual, aching for him even though my mind was screaming for caution. I tried to imagine what it would mean, what it would feel like to let go that way, to give him everything, to let him control me.

His eyes met mine again, like a cold fire burning in their depths. He stepped even closer, his bare chest brushing against mine, and I could feel the heat radiating off of him. I almost let go of the sheet covering my body. “In this room,” he continued, “I’m in charge. You don’t question me. You don’t hesitate. You surrender.”

I swallowed, hard again. His presence becoming overwhelming, and his voice a command all on its own, and yet there was something in his tone that calmed me, made me want to give in to whatever he asked, even though it sounded so dark and scary.

“You’re scared,” he said, tilting his head slightly as he studied my every reaction. “Good. You should be.” His hand dropped down to my waist, and now his body was against mine, his breath hot against my ear. “But here’s the thing, Thalina. I’m not going to hurt you... unless you want me to.”

I bit my lip, my pulse quickening at his words. The mix of fear and excitement swirled in my chest. I had never been curious to know how it’d feel to be hurt by him. As a kid, I always tried to avoid anything that could hurt me, but here I was, giving it a thought if I should let him push me completely off my limit.

Though, with all of these going on in my head, I couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, only listen as he continued to weave his control over me.

“b**m,” he said, his tone still steady and calm. I’d heard that before, but wasn’t really familiar with it. “I know. I’m sure you know nothing about that. I’ll tell you.” His lips curled into a faint smile which disappeared almost immediately. “It is not just about pain or pleasure. It’s about pushing you past your limits, showing you parts of yourself you didn’t know existed.” He reached out, his fingers tracing along my jawline with a soft, deliberate touch that left every never ending awake, waiting for more. “And it’s about trust. You’re trusting me to take you there, and I expect you to follow my lead. Every step of the way.”

His fingers moved from my jaw down to my throat, wrapping around it gently but firmly, just enough to remind me who was in control, and what I was getting into. As much as it felt scary and dark, I couldn’t bring myself of pull away. It felt like a whole new level of experience that I wouldn’t want to miss. “I will dominate you,” he said quietly, “in every way. I’ll push you, I’ll test you. But I’ll never take you somewhere you can’t handle.”

I felt a shiver run through my body as he spoke, my breath catching in my throat. The way he described it, the way his voice wrapped around me like a command—it was intoxicating, exhilarating. I knew I should be terrified, and sacred, I should opt out when I can, but instead, I felt the thrill of surrender pulling me deeper into his world. I wanted to give it all to him, to surrender to him and watch him do whatever he had planned.

“You’re going to give yourself to me completely,” he said, his thumb brushing over my lower lip, “and I’ll decide when it’s enough. But only if you want that.”

I managed to nod, though my body felt like it was vibrating with tension. “I…I want it,” I whispered, barely able to get the words out. I knew I shouldn’t want this, I should leave when I could, but not with all of these, not without experience this new world of pleasure.

Professor Maverick smiled, a slow, predatory smile that made my knees weak. I almost crumbled to the floor. “Good,” he murmured, stepping back into the room and letting his gaze roam over me once more. He spread out his hands wide, gesturing to the space around him. “You need to understand something, Thalina. Inside this cage, there’re different levels. And the most important of them is The Discipline Den.”

He paused, as though giving me time to let the weight of his words sink in. His eyes bore into mine, as if stripping away every resistance I might have left. It felt like an eternity before he spoke again. “There are rules, Thalina. Rules you will follow. And if you fail…” his voice dropped into a wicked whisper. “You will face punishment. Sever punishment. Punishments that we will agree upon later, yes…”

“You… you will punish me?” I swallowed, uncertain if I heard him right.

“Yes, I will,” he answered firmly. “I will whip your ass until sitting becomes a distant memory. I’ll bend you over and spank you until your skin burns with fire. I’ll deny you everything you crave, control every inch of your body until you beg for mercy. If you resist, I’ll bind you—hands, feet—until you have no choice but to surrender. But trust me,” his lips curled into a smirk, “it’ll all be consensual, everything agreed upon.”

I nodded slowly, my heart still racing, but I felt grounded in his words. There was power in his voice, there was dominance, and something dark—but also care, a reminder that this was about both of us.

“Is that clear, Thalina?” he asked.

“Yes.” I whispered.

“Good!”

I felt a tightening in my chest, anticipation mixing with a trace of fear. “But… what are the rules?” I asked.

His eyes darkened as he took some steps closer, his presence completely engulfing me. “Rule number one,” he said, his voice hardening slightly, “you do exactly what I say. No questions. No hesitation.”

He let the silence linger for a moment, giving me time to let his words sink in as usual, before continuing. “Rule number two, you don’t c*m until I say you can. You hold it until I give you permission.”

I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of nerves at that. He seemed to notice, his lips curling into a darker smile. “It’ll be hard, I know,” he said softly, “but you’ll learn. I’ll teach you.”

His hand brushed over my hip, pulling me a little closer, and I let out a shaky breath. “Rule number three,” he whispered, his voice dropping lower, “you’re mine in this room, Thalina. Completely. I’ll own you. Every inch, every thought, every scream.”

I nodded, my mind spinning, but somehow hanging on to every word he said.

“And finally,” he said, pausing for effect, “rule number four—you’re mine from this moment on, until I decide otherwise. No other man is allowed to touch you. You belong to me. Only me.”

My body reacted before my mind could process his words, a deep flush spreading across my skin as they sank in. I never planned on being caught up with him like this, but now that I was, the thought of any other man didn’t even cross my mind.

He stepped back into the room, giving me space, but his eyes never left mine. “If you can’t follow these rules, we stop now, and you leave,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “I won’t force you into anything.” He shrugged, as if it were that simple. “But if you’re ready to follow the rules, give yourself to me, and become my submissive, then step over that threshold and join me in what will be our playroom, the submission cage.” He stretched out his hand, waiting.

I hesitated, his words weighing heavily on my mind. There was a strong pull between us, one that was hard to resist, but the reality of it hit me like a wave. What if I couldn’t handle it? What if my limits were just his starting point, far below what he expected, and his idea of control went beyond what I could endure?

What if this was too much? What if his desires were only the beginning of a path I wasn’t ready to walk? The what-ifs swirled in my mind—what if we weren’t compatible at all? What if my submission wasn’t enough for him? Could I really let go, trust him with every part of me, knowing there was a chance I might regret it later?

I didn’t want to stop. Not now. But the uncertainty clawed at me. My body ached to move forward, to let him touch me, control me, make me his, but my mind screamed caution.

His hand remained outstretched, waiting, as if he could read every doubt crossing my face. “You choose, Thalina,” he said softly. “No pressure, no force. But if you do cross that line, you’re mine, and there’ll be no going back.”

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. Could I really handle being his? Could I meet his expectations, or would I fail him—or worse, myself?

But then, a boldness surged within me, pushing aside the doubts and fears. f**k the thoughts, and damn the consequences.

I stepped over the threshold and took his hand. “I’ll be yours. I’ll follow the rules. I’ll become your submissive.”