Page 9 of Tempting Teacher

“You heard me.” His gaze traveling south to the area between my legs. “How do you pleasure yourself? What do you do to make yourself feel good?”

Breaking from his gaze, I stare down at my clenched hands, speaking quickly. “I don’t.”

“What do you mean you don’t?” Disbelief in his tone. “You don’t masturbate?”

Clenching my fingers more tightly, I shake my head back and forth. “No.”

“Ever?” His clothing rustles as he stands to stalk over to me, continuing to interrogate me. “You’re telling me you never let your hand slide over your breasts then down between your legs to rub yourself?”

My head snaps up when I feel the cushion sag to my right. He’s so close I can feel his body heat. I turn, swallowing the lump in my throat so I can speak. “No, I don’t do that.”

“Ever?” He repeats, like he just can’t believe it’s possible.

“Ever.” I whisper.

“How are you supposed to know what you want if you don’t even know what you like?” His voice softening.

“That’s why I hired you, Xander.” I blink over at him. “I need you to show me.”

“Well, first things first.” Reaching out to the coffee table, he grabs a remote and turns the television on. “Let’s watch some porn and get you in the mood.”

“Porn?” Uncertainty lacing the question.

“Please tell me you have at least watched porn.”

Afraid to look him in the eye, I shake my head instead.

“Okay.” He blows out a long breath. “What do you like? Do you know what excites you? A girl with another girl? Sex in the shower? Maybe sex with a stranger?”

Biting onto my bottom lip, I shrug my shoulders and gape at the large screen on the wall, every sex category you can think of listed in a menu. “They have man on man sex on this?”

“Yes. And women with women, and sometimes two men with one woman, and sometimes a bunch of men with one woman.” He hands me the remote. “Pick one.”

“Have you slept with a man before?” I blurt out, fixing my eyes on him.

“Yes.” He states plainly.

“Have you slept with more than one woman at a time?”

“Yes.” He repeats.

“Have you slept with men and women at the same time?”

“Yes.” He deadpans, clearly bored with this line of questioning.

My brows rise as I ingest this. “Are you gay?”

He chuckles. “I’m me. I don’t label myself. If I’m attracted to someone, then I act on it.” He shifts so he’s facing me. “But this isn’t about me. This is about you. Can you tell me one time you were attracted to someone? Or someone that you dreamed about or had a fantasy about?”

Closing my eyes, I try to push down the embarrassment thrumming through me as I share the one fantasy I’ve had over and over since my sophomore year of college. “There was a professor at the University. He was beautiful. I would sit in class and wish that he would ask to see me after class in his office. And when I went, he would shut the door, lock it, then kiss me before taking me on his desk from behind.”

Peeking my eyes open, I peer over to Xander, my cheeks flaming at my admission, his gaze dark and penetrating. His tongue sweeps across his lips, leaving a glistening wetness in its wake. My blood swooshes through my veins as we lock eyes as I wonder if he’s going to kiss me. His deep voice startles me when he speaks. “So, you have a naughty teacher fetish?”

As if it’s even possible, my cheeks got even hotter. “Well, no, not a fetish. It’s just a fantasy. I’ve never done it before. It was just something I thought of once.”

Surprising me, he lets out a chuff of laughter. “Relax little girl. I’m only teasing you. I can work with the teacher fantasy.”

He takes the remote from my fingers, presses a few buttons, then sets it down. A second later the screen changes and a movie starts. My attention shifts when Xander rises and moves to the other side of me and sits, pressing his back against the arm of the couch. “I want you here.” His grip fastens around my waist, turning my body so that my back is wedged between his legs. Before I can ask why, hot breath blows against my ear as he murmurs into it. “I’m going to show you how to touch yourself.”

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