Page 54 of Taming His Teacher

“So I have to do what you say?”

I’m on the right track. Permission isn’t going to cut it; demand will. “Yes. If you want to please me. Do you want to please me?”

“More than anything.”

Those three words make my mind go Technicolor and buzzy like a late-night color test, but I keep my voice calm and easy. For her. “Then you’ll tell me.”

I watch her turn it over in her mind. Then there’s this stubborn set to her face, softened but not buried by embarrassment. “I like…”

That’s a word farther than we’ve gotten before.

“I like it when…when you…”

Come on, Erin, you can do it.

“I like it when you play with my nipples.”

It’s come out in a flood of whispers, so fast that if I didn’t expect it, I might not have understood. But this isn’t debate team or mock trial. She’s not being graded on elocution. She’s done as I’ve asked, hard as it was, and now she gets to see what happens to good girls who follow orders.

I take the hard peak in between thumb and forefinger and roll it, back and forth. The change in action is met by a sigh, and a tiny “Oh!”

Yes, Erin. Oh.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes, Zach.”

I apply more pressure and roll farther into a twist, and she gasps. Her hips are grinding into my lap, giving me ideas I shouldn’t be having. Yet. “Do you like that?”

“Yes, Zach.”

Fuck all, do I love the way her voice gets breathy and soft when she’s turned on. I could listen to her say that all day.Yes, Zach. Yes, Zach. Yes. Yes. Yes.

“More or less than what I was doing before?”

Hesitation. “More, Zach.”

More, Zach. More, Zach. More. More. More.

“Do you want me to do it harder or softer?”

Quiet. She’s so quiet when she lays her head on my shoulder, her breath hot on my neck, and her eyelashes flutter against me when she says, “Harder, Zach.”

Harder, Zach. Harder.

Yes. More. Harder.

So that’s what my good girl gets.

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Erin

Why has no one ever done this to me before? Maybe because no one’s ever bothered to ask me what I want, in any context. Not really. Everyone who’s been responsible for me has shirked that particular duty. My dad because he was too focused on his career to factor in my needs or wants; my grandfather because he felt anything beyond the time he’d been allotted with me was off-limits for comment and was probably right; and Will… Well, I’m guessing because he didn’t give a crap. But Shep,Zach, does. Though at this particular moment it’s about sex, I get the feeling he means always, about everything. I matter. I’d like to luxuriate in that for hours, but I’m distracted by what he’s doing to me.

I didn’t know I could get this hot from someone playing with my nipple, but this is, oh, god, this is…grammar-destroying good. I can barely form a coherent thought. I clutch at him like I might fall down if I don’t. I might. I can’t keep still. When he twists hard, I yelp but it turns into an embarrassing noise. You know, one of those sex noises people don’t actually make, except they do.Ido. “Unh.”

Then he’s laying me down on the couch on my back and kneeling beside me. One of his hands rests under my breasts and the other sweeps some stray strands of hair out of my face. “Open your mouth, lamb.”

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