Lorenza Floris.
She's a quiet, introverted girl who keeps to herself, haunted by the toxic control of her parents. Their relationship has left her scarred, craving freedom and love she's never known. Her escape is in steamy, forbidden books, where she loses herself in fantasies of passion and connection. Obsessed with the worlds she reads about, she struggles to separate fiction from reality, longing for a life that feels just out of reach. Quiet and guarded, she hides her pain behind a wall of solitude, terrified to let anyone in but desperate for something more.
Kendrik Windermere
Professor Windermere, suffocating in a passionless arranged marriage, hides his growing frustration behind a facade of control. But everything shifts when he uncovers a secret about one of his students-a strange, alluring girl obsessed with forbidden romance. What begins as curiosity twists into something darker, something he knows is wrong but can't resist. Her vulnerability and intensity awaken desires he's buried for too long. Each stolen glance and fleeting moment pulls him deeper into forbidden territory, where the lines of morality shatter under the weight of his craving.
Kendrik...
There she was against, in the detention room arranging the pile of books. She got caught reading story books under her study books again. I don't understand why the authority always sends her to me for the punishment. My life is a punishment of me existing itself. Sometimes I get out of ways how to punish her for her doing. I have tried everything, from making her do her homework in front of me to making her clean my office. I have no other techniques to give her punishment. Today I let her stock up the books on the shelves neatly. The books reached us weeks before. But due to the busy season nobody got time to tidy them. This is a perfect opportunity to give her a frustrating punishment and also clean the place. I was there sitting on the desk making notes for my upcoming class. I always make notes before lectures. They made things easy to explain for me and easy to understand for students too.
30 minutes passed.
I took off my glasses and rubbed my eyes to ease the tiredness of them. Wiping my tears I turned my face towards her to see how much progress she has made. But my neck got stuck on her way when I saw her leaning down to the stack of books to untie the rope keeping the books together. Her back leaned towards the piles of books and her ass was up in the air. Her skirt was short, too short that they were barely covering her ass. My breath hitched as I saw her deep maroon red panties almost hidden between her ass cheeks. Oh God I can't help but admit, she has a beautiful ass. The perfectly round and milky white skin was making me want to dig my teeth in them and mark them in red and purple contrast. My heart almost reached my throat when I saw her clenching her thighs due to the pressure she was giving to lift up the books. She was struggling with those heavy books. She was breathing heavily and a gentleman would have helped her. But all my gentleness left my body when I saw her struggling face. I was enjoying it, I'm ashamed to say but I want to see her like this everyday.
I could feel the rising of the boner in my pants. It was painful and lustful. I wanted to bend her on the desk there right away and fuck her until she losses her mind to commit sins anymore. But the moral of the law and the fact that I am married stopped me. I know I complained in the beginning saying the authority always sends her to me for punishment. But to be honest I asked them to do so. So I can see her like this again and again. I am ashamed yet I don't want to stop. She seems like the dawn I've been longing to see after my deep slumber. I want to admire her from afar until my eyes dry out. She is the last thing
I want to see before sleeping and the first thing after waking up. I even want to see her in my dreams. It seems like my soul, my body even my dignity belongs to her. The innocent soul like her doesn't know that a man almost 9 years older than her is so deeply obsessed with her. He craves for her existence.
I know this is wrong, I know I am wrong, but I can't stop. I'm unable to stop.