Estelle walked into the lecture hall with her heart pounding, still feeling the aftermath of the whirlwind events from the past few days. Being in Celeste’s orbit now felt even more dangerous than before. The new internship was official, the contract signed, and yet something felt deeply unsettling. Her mind was a storm of confusion, desire, and frustration.
As she took her seat near the front, her eyes instinctively darted toward the podium where Celeste would soon stand. Every moment spent near her now felt charged, every glance and touch fraught with something that simmered beneath the surface. She couldn’t help but wonder how Celeste would act today, now that the lines between them had blurred beyond recognition.
The lecture hall slowly filled with students, and Estelle did her best to focus on her notes. But no matter how hard she tried, her thoughts kept drifting back to Celeste. The way she had claimed her. The way she had said, You belong to me.
Her breath hitched just thinking about it.
A few minutes later, the familiar sound of heels clicking against the floor signaled Celeste’s arrival. Estelle’s heart raced as she watched her professor stride into the room, every inch of her radiating authority and confidence. Celeste’s eyes swept over the room, but when they landed on Estelle, they lingered for just a second too long—a subtle acknowledgment of the tension between them that no one else seemed to notice.
Celeste began the lecture, her voice smooth and commanding as she spoke about complex legal strategies. Estelle tried to focus, but the memory of Celeste’s touch, her whispered words, kept pulling her away from the content on the screen.
Then it happened.
Celeste moved across the room, her steps slow and deliberate, her voice steady as she explained a point about case law. As she passed behind Estelle’s row, her fingers lightly brushed across the back of Estelle’s neck—barely a touch, so light that no one else would have noticed. But to Estelle, it was like a jolt of electricity, shooting straight down her spine.
Estelle froze, her heart pounding, her breath catching in her throat. She didn’t dare turn around, but she could feel Celeste’s presence lingering behind her, her voice still perfectly composed as she continued with the lecture. The touch had been fleeting, but it left a lingering heat on Estelle’s skin, a reminder of the power Celeste held over her.
A minute later, Celeste returned to the front of the room, her gaze briefly meeting Estelle’s as she continued speaking. There was a hint of a smirk playing on her lips, barely noticeable to anyone who wasn’t looking for it. But Estelle saw it, and it made her stomach twist in a confusing mix of desire and frustration.
The rest of the lecture went on as normal—at least for everyone else. Estelle, on the other hand, was a bundle of nerves, trying to focus but finding herself increasingly aware of every move Celeste made. She watched the way her professor’s fingers trailed over the pages of her notes, the way her lips moved as she spoke, the way her eyes would occasionally flick to Estelle as though reminding her of their secret.
Toward the end of the lecture, Celeste walked to Estelle’s row again, but this time, instead of walking past her, she stopped directly beside her. Estelle’s breath hitched, her pulse quickening as Celeste leaned down ever so slightly, her lips inches from Estelle’s ear.
“I hope you’re paying attention, Estelle,” Celeste whispered, her voice so low that only Estelle could hear. “I wouldn’t want you to miss anything important.”
The words sent a shiver down Estelle’s spine, her skin tingling where Celeste’s breath had brushed against her ear. She swallowed hard, her body tensing as Celeste pulled away and continued with the lecture as if nothing had happened. Estelle’s mind was racing, her emotions tangled between anger, desire, and confusion.
As the lecture ended and students began to gather their things, Celeste gave a few final instructions for their next assignment, her tone calm and authoritative. But just as the last student filed out of the room, Celeste’s eyes flicked back to Estelle, her smirk returning, this time more obvious.
“Stay after, Miss Brooks,” Celeste said softly, her eyes gleaming with the same dangerous intensity that Estelle had come to know too well.
Estelle’s breath caught, her body responding instantly to the subtle command in Celeste’s voice. She packed her things slowly, her hands trembling slightly as she waited for the room to clear out. Once it was just the two of them, the air in the room seemed to shift, becoming thicker, more charged.
Celeste approached her with slow, deliberate steps, her heels clicking softly against the floor. Estelle could feel the heat of her presence as she drew closer, her heart pounding in her chest.
“You seemed distracted today,” Celeste said, her voice smooth and teasing as she stood directly in front of Estelle. “I hope my lecture wasn’t too difficult to follow.”
Estelle swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. “No, Professor,” she managed to say, though her voice sounded much weaker than she had intended.
Celeste smirked, clearly enjoying the effect she had on her. “Good. I wouldn’t want you to fall behind now that you’ll be working directly under me.”
The double meaning wasn’t lost on Estelle, and her stomach flipped at the implication. She couldn’t bring herself to respond, not when her mind was still reeling from the subtle touches, the whispered words that had haunted her throughout the lecture.
Celeste’s eyes darkened with something dangerous as she reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind Estelle’s ear, her fingers lingering just a moment too long against her skin.
“You belong to me now, Estelle,” Celeste whispered, her voice low and possessive. “Don’t forget that.”
Estelle’s breath caught in her throat, her body reacting to the heat in Celeste’s voice. The words were a reminder, a claim that Celeste was reinforcing with every touch, every whispered word. And despite the confusion and frustration that still gnawed at her, Estelle couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through her at Celeste’s possessive tone.
“I won’t,” Estelle whispered, her voice trembling.
Celeste’s smirk widened, and for a moment, it felt like the air between them was about to combust with the tension that hung heavy in the room.
“Good girl,” Celeste whispered, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Now go. We’ll continue this later.”
Estelle nodded quickly, her mind still spinning as she gathered her things and hurried out of the room, her heart racing as she left Celeste behind.
As she walked through the empty hallways of the university, her body still humming with the intensity of what had just happened, Estelle couldn’t help but wonder how much deeper she would fall into this tangled web with Celeste. Because now, more than ever, she was caught—and there was no way out.
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