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The Pleasure Archive

Lila Bennett's secret affair with her seductive literature professor, Elias Voss, ignites an obsession beyond control. When hidden cameras capture their passion, a blackmailer forces Lila into a dark game of lust and power. She is pushed from Voss's possessive grip into the merciless world of a cold billionaire CEO, then into a beastly midnight club where the city's most powerful men use and share her. Her descent from innocent student to willing participant knows no limits in this dark, addictive romance.
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Chapter 3

I stared at the phone, still sitting on the edge of his desk with his cum slowly leaking down my thigh. "What is this? Is there a hidden camera somewhere?" my voice trembled. He slowly placed his phone back on the desk, grabbed a tissue from the drawer, and wiped between my legs himself, gentle but quick. "Who the hell took these photos?" I asked. "I don't know either," Elias hurriedly pulled up his trousers and buckled his belt, then he looked at every corner in his office, searching for anything that looked like a camera but he didn't find any. "This can't be happening," I slid off the desk on shaky legs and started hunting for my clothes on the floor. "We were careful to an extent and the door was closed." "Apparently not careful enough," he replied, watching me pull my skirt up. "Whoever sent this knows what they are doing. They want leverage." I zipped my skirt and looked up to him. My hands wouldn't stop shaking, and that was because my face was too visible in the picture. "Leverage for what? Money?" Elias stepped closer to me and held my cheeks in his hands. "I will find this person, okay? You don't have to stress yourself about it." "Someone has been watching us... Now they are using it and you want me to just keep calm." I pushed his hand away gently and picked up my blouse from the floor. Then I put it back on and buttoned it with trembling hands. "What do we do?" "I won't let anything happen to you," Elias said, suddenly pulling me against his chest, and wrapping one of his arms tightly around my waist. "I just had you for the first time and some bastard is already trying to take it away. I'm not letting that happen." "Whatever this is, I don't want it to stop here either," I muttered, pressing my face into his shirt. "Good," he kissed the top of my head, then pulled back. "Go home, get some sleep, and don't think about anything tonight." I nodded even though my mind was spinning. "Are you sure about this?" "I said I'll handle it," he assured. Then he walked me to the door, opened it, and checked the hallway first. When he was sure it was empty, he signalled to me to come out. "Text me when you get home," he said. I stepped into the hallway, legs still sore from how hard he fucked me. "I will," I looked at him one last time and quickly walked out of the building. ******** By the time I reached my small off-campus apartment, I was very stressed and couldn't stay calm. I locked the door behind me, kicked off my heels, and sank onto the couch. I hadn't even had time to process anything when my phone buzzed. I took out my phone from my pocket and checked, and it was a message from an unknown number. I enjoyed the show tonight. I need to see you tomorrow by 7:30am or the whole campus gets the video. Lest I forget... You looked so pretty when you cummed for him. I dropped the phone as if it had burned me. "Video? There was a video? I thought it was just a picture," I muttered, staring at the phone lying on the couch. I picked it up again with shaky hands and typed back: "Who is this? What do you want?" Seconds later, the reply came. I want what he had. Just one night with you on the same desk and in the same way, or everyone sees Professor Voss fucking his student raw. My breath stopped. They wanted me to... trade myself? Oh my... I felt humiliated. Before I could reply, another message popped up. Don't tell Voss about this message. Come alone and agree to everything I say or the video drops at 9pm tomorrow. I stared at the screen, sweat already dropping from my scalp down to my face. I didn't know what to do. Elias told me to let him handle it, but I was scared the stranger knew too much. If I told Elias, maybe he could protect me... or even make everything worse. Just then, a soft knock sounded on my apartment door. I quickly wiped the sweat with the back of my hand and walked slowly toward the door. The knock sounded again. "Lila, it's me. Open up." That was Sarah, my roommate. She wasn't even supposed to be back until the next day. "Sarah? I thought you were still at your parents' place," I said loudly as my hand hovered over the lock. Sarah was my best friend on campus. She knew I had a huge crush on Professor Voss and if I opened the door looking like that, she would ask questions. Lots of them. But if I didn't open it, she would get suspicious anyway. I turned the lock and pulled the door open. Sarah stood there with her bag over her shoulder, her eyes wide as she looked me up and down. "Jesus, Lila. Your hair is messed up and your blouse is buttoned wrong. Did you finally hook up with someone?" "Long story," I muttered, letting out a fake smile. "Come in." She walked inside and dropped her bag. "Now spill," she demanded, her hands on her waist. "Who was it?... Wait... wait... was it that guy from your psych class?" I opened my mouth to answer, but the loud buzz of my phone cut me off. "You gonna get that?" Sarah asked, glancing over. I grabbed the phone as fast as I could. Lo and behold, it was another text from the same unknown number. No reply? Ain't you playing with fire? Do you want me to release your slutty video? My hands shook slightly but I quickly dropped them so that Sarah wouldn't notice. "Lila, what's wrong? You are pale as hell," Sarah muttered, tilting her head. I looked at my best friend, then back at my phone. How was I supposed to tell her that someone out there had proof of me getting fucked by my professor on his desk? I swallowed hard and forced myself to smile at Sarah. "I'm fine. It's just... professor stuff. He didn't approve my thesis." "Why do I find that hard to believe?" she muttered, narrowing her eyes. Before I could answer, my phone started ringing and Elias's name flashed on the screen. "What?" Sarah raised an eyebrow. "Why is he choosing this hour to call you though?" I stared at the ringing phone, my heart racing again. If I answered, Sarah would hear everything, and if I ignored it, Sarah would become even more suspicious. And somewhere out there, a stranger with a video was waiting for my decision. The phone kept ringing in my hand. Sarah crossed her arms, "Wait, did you have a thing with Professor Voss?"

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