Page 9 of Teach Me Daddy

Ileave Master Blake’s office and head straight for the ladies’ room. I need to freshen up after what we just did on his desk. A blush rises to my cheeks when I catch a glimpse at my appearance in the mirror, noting my mussed hair and twisted dress. Guess we aren’t being very discreet, but I can’t seem to find it in me to care. He gave me what I so desperately needed and that’s all I can think about right now.

The restroom is deserted while I clean myself up in the stall. Then I wash my hands and use my fingers to comb through my tangled hair. It probably wouldn’t be such a mess if I wore my natural curls. But my mother hates them, says they make me look wild, which is why she insists that I get a monthly silk press to keep my tresses shiny and straight.

I smooth the wrinkles in my dress, then dig through my purse for my lip gloss. I’ve just found it when the door opens and a small group of girls walks inside. I recognize them from math class. They’re sophomores, and they act like they own the damn campus.

“I’m telling you, the guy is hot,” one of the girls declares. I know that her name is Chrissy, because I remember MasterBlake calling on her in class today. “And I just know Professor Alexander is hung like a horse. He can barely keep his dick contained in those slacks he wears.” There’s a bitter taste in my mouth when I hear who they’re gossiping about. “I’m going to seduce him before the semester is over. Just you wait and see,” Chrissy babbles on as I stare at her reflection with rage burning through me.

The two other girls laugh as they primp and preen in the mirror. “And what makes you think a sexy man like that is single?” one of them asks.

Chrissy shrugs her shoulders. “Doesn’t matter if he is or isn’t. I’ll sleep with him anyway. Men never say no to me.”

She purses her lips and pulls her shirt down in the front, making her tits almost pop out of her V-neck top. She’s arrogance and sleazy intentions.Bitch.

I don’t want to hear another word from her trashy mouth, so I hurriedly finish applying my lip gloss and toss it back into my bag. I’m rushing out of the restroom while my chest tightens at the thought of Master Blake agreeing to sleep with Chrissy. And why wouldn’t he? We aren’t a couple. We’ve only slept together twice. It’s not like I have a claim on him or anything.

But I really wish that I did. I want to behismore than anything. I don’t care about the risks.

I consider his invitation to come to Club Sin this evening. That has to mean something, right? It at least means that he wants to see me again, but does he feel anything else for me? Is it just sex? And what if it is? What will I do then?

I arriveat the club that evening in a slinky black dress and my masquerade mask. Master Blake is sitting at the long mahoganybar that runs along the back wall in the main room, opposite the stage where he performs. He’s about to take a sip of his whiskey, but he sets the glass down and stalks toward me when his gaze lands on mine.

His eyes roam over my body from head to toe. I might not know him all that well yet, but it’s obvious he likes what he sees. He reaches for my hand, grasping it tight as he tugs me through the crowd without saying a word. I know exactly where we’re headed, and anticipation coils in my stomach.

We stop at the same private room as before, and remembering what we did makes my pulse race and my thighs clench. But I’m suddenly feeling a bit awkward too. I’ve never had a purely sexual relationship. I’ve never had a relationship with anyone at all. And I’m not sure if that’s what I want now. We should probably discuss this, but that’s not what people come to a sex club to do, now is it? It’s not like he asked me on a date or anything.

“What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?” Master Blake leans forward to whisper in my ear, and I realize I’ve been standing in the doorway as indecision wars within me.

“I… I’m not sure how to do this,” I admit, feeling foolish for agreeing to return here.

I was bold in his office this afternoon, but that stemmed from pent-up sexual frustration and a manic determination to prove to myself that Master Blake wants me as much as I want him. Without either of those motivators, I’m unsure of myself in this dark, chaotic environment that oozes with sex. He’s older and much more experienced, and I have no idea what he wants with a girl like me.

“Come. Let’s sit.” He makes the decision for me and gestures to the bed.

Relieved that he’s taking the lead, I follow and have a seat beside him. Our thighs lightly touch and it settles my nerves,being so close to him. But then, the intrusive thoughts fill my head and I’m reminded of the girls in the bathroom today.

That stupid Chrissy. I don’t know who she thinks she is. She’s not that special.

But the girls did bring up an interesting point, one I never thought to consider. Master Blakeisdevastatingly handsome. Surely some lucky woman has snagged him up. I mean, he must be in a relationship with someone. Maybe he’s…

“Are you married?” I blurt, then cringe at my lack of social graces. “I mean… you’re single, right? Or is some crazy person gonna come after me because they think they’re in a relationship with you?”

He laughs and the hearty sound makes me smile. “I’m single, little one,” he confirms, appearing amused.

Relief washes over me. “That’s good.” Then my brow wrinkles with confusion. “But why?”

God, why am I acting like I was raised in a barn?

I inwardly roll my eyes at myself but Master Blake just chuckles. “By choice, honey. I haven’t dated anyone in a long time.”

“I bet you get lots of offers, though,” I mutter. I hate that I sound like a jealous teenager, and I’m probably freaking him out with my clinginess. “I’m sorry. It’s just that I overheard some girls gossiping about you, and Chrissy said?—”

“Ugh,” he interrupts with a sour expression. “Her.To be honest, she has hit on me and not so subtly, I might add. She flat-out suggested that we gofuckin my office.”

Resentment surges through me, burning hot and filling my veins with lava. I know that he can see the irritation on my face because he pulls me in for a scorching kiss. It doesn’t last long, but I’m dazed and struggling to catch my breath when he breaks away.

“You can forget about her. You’re the only girl I’m fucking in my office. Or anywhere else, for that matter.” His words calm the storm that was brewing inside me, and his intense gaze fills me with courage.

Feeling bold again, I rise from the bed and straddle his lap, never breaking the eye contact between us. He’s wearing a black dress shirt, and I make quick work of unbuttoning it before pushing it off his broad, tanned shoulders. I shove against his chest until he’s lying flat on the bed, but I know this is only happening because he’s allowing me to do it. He’s giving me a little control tonight, and I find it to be exhilarating.

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