I Belong To My Three Forbidden Masters

Chapter 13: Chapter 13

Lysander’s pov

I wasn’t sure what woke me up. All of a sudden, my eyes opened by themselves, and I was staring up at a high ceiling.

I turned my head to the right.

Sunlight streamed through the wide, open windows. It was a beautiful day outside...

I felt my eyes widen as the events of last night crashed back into my foggy mind, jolting it fully awake.

The professor practically fucking me all night, till I had passed out from exhaustion.

My gaze flew to the space beside me. It was empty, cold to the touch, it indicated that he had left a while ago.

Sitting up, I glanced around the large, luxurious room. The room’s design was minimalistic, done in black and grey colors. Mainly black though, I noted absently, looking down at the charcoal black duvet.

Running my fingers over the soft material, I wondered where he was.

I stiffened as a sudden thought implanted itself into my mind.

He knew.

The professor knew about me and knew about me and Gideon.

Immediately, I felt sick to my stomach. How had he known? I hadn’t told anyone about what Gideon had done to me, I had tried to tell my stepfather, and look where that had landed me, so no one knew.

No one, except my viewers. They were the only witness to the days of hell I had endured at Gideon’s hands.

Could the professor be one of my viewers?

I disposed of the thought as soon as it popped up. There was no way he was one of my viewers.

That would mean he knew my secret, that I was a sex seller.

I cringed, hugging the duvet closer to myself. I didn’t want to entertain that possibility. If he knew, there was no way I would be able to look him in the eye again.

I had done a lot, and I meant a lot of explicit shit on my gallerylive account. Everything I had been too afraid or shy to do in real life, I’d done it online.

If the professor was one of my viewers, then he had seen me debase myself in more ways than one. If he was one of my viewers, god only knew what he thought of me.

He probably thought I was an insatiable slut that got off on doing the freakiest shit for an audience.

No. I shook my head adamantly, internally dying of embarrassment. There was no way he knew about my account.

Then how had he known about me and Gideon?

I chewed my lip, thinking about it for a moment. Maybe Gideon had blabbed about it? He had a big mouth, and he loved to humiliate me. Or maybe he had uploaded the video somewhere and the professor had seen it somehow and recognized me...?

I groaned, burying my face into my hands. Nothing made sense. The professor shouldn’t have known I slept with someone else. Even if he had stumbled on my account, I always wore a mask and wig.

My identity was safe.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. Yeah, right-

I stopped cold when I saw the small patch of blood on the sheets.

Suddenly, I recalled the piercing.

With shaky hands, I wiped at the corners of my mouth before looking at them. Dried, red flakes of blood stuck to my fingers.

Fuck, this was definitely my blood.

Sticking out my tongue, I pressed against the metal barbell embedded in my tongue. It wasn’t bleeding, and it didn’t hurt.

Huh.

It didn’t hurt?

How the hell didn’t it hurt?

For good measure, I aggressively rubbed it against the roof of my mouth. There was no pain still. It was like I had gotten the piercing a year ago, and not just yesterday.

I burped, and the coppery taste of blood filled my mouth. I grimaced.

Ugh, I must have ingested my blood by mistake.

I rubbed my tongue against the roof of my mouth, still stunned.

This didn’t make any sense. Why did the wound on my tongue stop bleeding in such a short time?

Had the professor done something to stop the bleeding, like that pain relief bar from last night? That had done the trick-

I facepalmed myself, mentally cursing how naive I had been last night, and apparently, still was.

He hadn’t given me anything for the pain like he had claimed.

He had shoved his cock in my mouth and called it a relief bar.

Anger burned in my chest as I recalled everything that had happened last night. I could still feel him coming on my face after I’d ripped the blindfold off, the thick liquid dripping down to my chin. The dark satisfaction he’d had in his scarlet eyes fueled the anger I felt, heating me up till my insides boiled with rage.

Betrayal and hyrt made it hard to breathe. How could he?

Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined the professor would have violated me that way, forcing me to give him a blowjob, then fucking me all night till I had passed out.

He was just like Gid—

I squeezed my eyes shut. No. There had to be an explanation. The professor wasn’t anything like that monster.

Maybe he had been drunk? Or he’d drunk something that made him lose control? Maybe he never wanted to hurt me like this?

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, and I curled into myself. For a moment, I struggled to breathe.

It took a while for my emotions to subside enough that it no longer choked me.

The professor had violated me. Rationally, I knew this. Unfortunately, it seemed that my inner whore didn’t care.

It wanted more.

My mind lingered on the events of, last night. I could feel the professor’s hands on me, his strong body caging me in as he’d thrust into me. Sweat had beaded off his temples, dripping onto my lips. It had tasted salty, like his cum.

The professor wasn’t as cruel like my stepbrother. Gideon fucked like he was trying to break my body, like he didn’t care if I survived

afterwards while the professor had cradled me last night, pressing me against his chest while he’d rutted into me.

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