𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐒𝐄

I stood outside his office, holding my notebook tight against my chest. My stomach twisted into a tight knot. I had failed cost accounting. Again.

Before I could even knock, his voice came through the door. "Miss Nidhi, are you planning to stand outside my office all day, or are you going to step inside and face the consequences?"

I swallowed hard and opened the door. When I stepped inside, he didn't even look up. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, a fountain pen resting between his fingers.

"Lock the door," he said.

I stepped back and locked it. The click sounded so loud. Before I could move, he walked over, snatched the notebook from my hands, and tossed it onto a chair. He stepped right up to me, trapping me against the door.

"Arnav ji-"

"Sir," he corrected, his voice dropping low right against my ear as his hand gripped my jaw, squeezing just hard enough to keep my face still. "You're in my office, Nidhi. Call me sir."

"Arnav sir... I'm sorry. I studied, I really did, but the formulas-"

"I don't give a damn about the formulas, Nidhi," he said, stepping back to lean against his desk. "I spent seven hours teaching you on our bed last night while you sat in my lap. You looked right at me and said you understood."

My cheeks burned, and I looked down. "I did, but during the test-"

"Look at me when I speak to you," he said. "Tell me, what was the deal we made in our bed last night? What did you promise me would happen if you failed this paper?"

"Listen to me-"

"I don't recall asking for an explanation. I asked for a number," he said.

"Eight..." I whispered, my voice barely audible.

"Eight what? Speak up so your professor can hear you." He reached out, grabbing my breast right through my clothes and pinching my nipple hard between his fingers.

"Eight rounds, sir," I gasped, my legs barely holding me up as a rush of heat pooled between my thighs.

"Eight," he repeated, a small smile spreading across his lips. "You promised to take my cock eight times for failing. And you know what happens when you break a promise to me."

His fingers slid up to wrap firmly around my neck, tilting my head back until I was forced to look straight at him.

You think being my wife gives you a free pass in my class?" His thumb brushed over my lower lip. His voice left no room for argument. "You are my wife, yes. But in here? You answer to me. Understood?"

I swallowed, my breath catching in my throat. "Yes... sir."

"Good," he said, his voice cold as he pointed to the wooden desk behind him. "Take your clothes off right now, spread your legs, and put your hands flat on my desk."

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