Page 72 of Taming His Teacher

“Yeah. Lots of times.”

“And that…”

“Got me off? Yeah, lots of times. I want to see it for real.”

My fingers inch forward and when I reach my mound, I tease myself with a press of the heel of my hand and rock against it. I close my eyes and find my clit, circling slowly at first and then faster, harder, grinding against my palm. I’m driven on by the idea that when I open my eyes, Shep is going to be standing naked in front of me. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s getting hard again from watching me.

I touch myself for another minute before I let myself look at him. There he is, like I thought he would be, but he’s taken himself in hand again with slow, leisurely strokes.

“Holy fuck, Erin. Do you put your fingers in your pussy when you jerk off or just play with your clit?”

“It depends.”

Sometimes I want penetration and sometimes I don’t. Right now, I do, so I slip a couple of fingers inside. I moan and layer my other hand over the one inside me, giving me more to rock against as my hips buck and my cheeks clench.

“That’s right. I want to see you finger-fuck yourself. Did you ever think of me while you were doing this?”

“Yes, Zach.”

“Are you thinking of me now?”

“Yes, Zach.”

“Will you come for me, Erin? I want to see you come all over your own hand while you think about how hard I’m going to fuck you as soon as you’re finished getting yourself off.”

I nod desperately, thrust my hips harder, wishing he were fucking me now, and change the angle of my hands to give better contact with my clit. That’s when it hits me.

“Oh, oh, god…”

“That’s a good girl.”

Then Shep’s on his knees in front of me, his hand covering mine as I rock the rest of my orgasm out. When I’m done, I rest my head against his shoulder. He rubs my back before helping me ease my fingers out of my body. Then he brings my hand to his mouth and sucks the fingers that were inside me.

“You taste so fucking good. When I get back, I’m going to strap you down on your bed with your legs spread wide and I’m going to lick your pussy until you come.”

I whimper, because the idea of coming again is overwhelming.

“But for now, I’m going to get you cleaned up so I can get you dirty all over again.”

And he does.

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Shep

The next week in Florida with the guys is torture. I miss Erin like crazy even though I talk to her every night. Sometimes in the morning, too, if I wake up early enough.

It’s hard to tell from fifteen hundred miles away but she sounds unsettled sometimes and not just from missing me. I couldn’t quite put a finger on what might be wrong until I remembered Will used to go on Model UN trips. If the guy couldn’t keep it in his pants while he was on campus, I’m pretty sure he didn’t even try while he was in a different time zone. I wish Erin would trust me more than that because I’d never cheat on her, but I get it. Will did a lot of damage and it’s going to take time to repair. I’m totally up for the job.

So I tell her about the grueling three-a-day practices, making sure the guys don’t get into too much trouble in their off-hours, shutting down a food fight in the making at a steakhouse, and what goofballs they are in the hotel pool. It makes her feel better to hear how busy I’ve been. Our conversations aren’t all work and no play, though. Oh, no. I gave her a homework assignment while I’m away. Every day, she reads one of her books and finds something she’d like to do. When I call at night, she reads it to me. She’s less shy about it than when we’re face-to-face and by the end of the week… Let’s just say Mordecai would be impressed.

She’s under strict instructions not to come while I’m away, and it’s killing the poor thing. I’m a terrible, horrible, very mean Master. She’s told me so. I delight in the pouty pleading and can’t wait to get home and put her out of her misery. Her horny, horny misery.

Also while I’ve been away, I called Headmaster Wilson to tell him Caleb wouldn’t be coming in the fall.

“I’m sorry to hear that. It would have been nice to have another Shepherd on campus.”

Yeah, it would’ve been. I thank him again for the opportunity and throw my cell hard against the bed, wanting to hurl something through the air but knowing I can’t afford to replace it. Especially after the present I’d given Erin right before I left. Caleb had helped me pick it out after we’d gotten him new sneakers at the mall.

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