Page 79 of Taming His Teacher

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Erin

“I want…your cock. In my mouth. Please, Zach.”

The approval that lights up his face is reward enough, but when he tugs on that damn leash and says, “Then take it,” I almost die. The shame of the words leaving my lips and the pull at my neck is smothered by the hot satisfaction of having pleased him. It’s all rolled up together into one incredibly heady sensation. My fingers are clumsy with the torrent of emotion I’ve been experiencing since I stepped in the door, but I manage to get the button free and the zipper down so I can reach into his boxers and draw him out. He’s hot, hard, and stiff in my hands and pleasure pulses through me. I did that. He wants me that much. All the control he has, and it’s been leveled byme.

I let the soft skin slip through my fist, grasping harder and pumping him a few times before clasping my hands behind my back and taking him between my lips, humming from the high I get from the taste of him. Human, manly, rich on my tongue, silky and hard under my strokes. He lets me play, tasting him, teasing him, enjoying him until there’s a thrust of his hips I’d like to believe is involuntary.

“Stop.”

His tight command is proof and I try to hide my smug smile by bowing my head when I let him go. He reaches past me and into the drawer again. I have a guess about what toy he’s taking out. His next order—“Open”—confirms and I obediently open my mouth wide enough for him to slip the ring between my teeth. It’s not comfortable having my jaw stretched open so far, but it doesn’t hurt. His hands slide into my hair to fasten the buckle of the strap, and I forget any discomfort.

When he’s done, he places my hand on his leg above his knee. I’m to pinch him if I need him to stop. He directs his cock through the ring and I taste him again. I sigh before he gets too far and lap at him while I have the chance. A tug at my hair tells me to be still, to relax, and to take what he’s giving me, what’s being fed through the metal ring propping my mouth open for him to use. I concentrate on my breathing, being open for him, available and soft. Little by little, he presses into the tight channel of my throat.

My eyes water and I gag, but he backs off until I can breathe and cradles my head in his hands. “Again.”

Then he’s in my throat again, withdrawing when I choke, but forcing himself inside over and over again with a warning each time, until the tears are streaming down my face but I’m not gagging anymore. His thumbs wipe away the hot salt of my tears, and drool leaks around the gag. Then the hot thickness of his release is in my throat, his hands tight in my hair.

“Fuck, Erin. Oh, Jesus fuck.”

He withdraws quickly, taking the gag from my mouth so I can swallow properly before he drops to his knees and kisses me. The taste of him is still on my tongue. He doesn’t seem to mind the vague tang of his own release as he plunders my mouth, and his hands roam all over me, grippy and demanding. I squeak when he squeezes a handful of my still-stinging behind and he lets go to slap the same spot before soothing it with a rub. The combination of sensations tweaks my desire for him and my pussy that’s been wet and wanting is flooded.

He pushes me to the ground and I watch from my place on the rug he strips, dropping his clothes in a heap next to him.

“Feet flat on the floor.”

I get into position and he pulls my ankles wide apart, exposing every part of me to his gaze. He’s already getting hard again. He looks at me for long enough I get self-conscious. That’s when he touches me, feather light on my clit. It makes me clench my whole body tight so I don’t buck my hips. His other hand strokes my hip and he looks at me—those eyes that have enchanted me since the first time I saw him—and smiles.

He dips a finger inside of me and I want more than anything to close my eyes and sigh, but I don’t. I keep eye contact and I’m rewarded by a second finger slipping in. He strokes me a few times, pressing against the borders of my pussy, stretching me, warning me before adding a third finger.

A harsh inhale on my part gets his attention and he soothes me with a touch of my thigh.

“That’s it for today.” His fingers are easing in and out of me while he speaks and my muscles are tight with strain from trying to keep myself under control. “But someday I’m going to fist you.”

He presses my clit with his thumb and the contact electrifies an idea I’d expect to terrify me. But I’m greedy, so greedy. I’d want all of him inside of me if there were a way, so the idea of him working fingers, a thumb, his hand, slowly, gently, but inexorably up into me? “Please, Zach.”

“Please what?”

“I need to come, Zach. Please.”

His eyebrows twitch and a smile breaks across his face. “You like that idea? Me working a fist into your tight pussy?”

His thumb is circling my clit, his fingers thrusting harder. “Yes. Yes, Zach, I do. Oh, please, Zach, please.”

I’m trembling with need. If this were any other day, he’d push me over the edge, scold me for coming without permission and then take my bad behavior out on my ass, or maybe my breasts, or… Oh, dear, thinking about punishment isn’t helping. But he’s already taken his belt to me, so instead of denial I get blessed permission to give in to the inevitable.

“That’s right, lamb. Come for me while you think about my whole hand inside you.”

That’s it, the last tap on the glass of my arousal, and I shatter underneath him. My nails scrape the weave of the carpet, my toes curl and my hips rise. A sound like need is ripped from my throat, and my eyes squeeze so tightly shut I see stars. My chest is heaving, my breathing ragged when he leans over me and presses his cock into my still spasming pussy. I thrust up to meet him and he weaves fingers through my hair, tugging so hard I open my eyes with a gasp.

“You’re going to come again with my cock in you, aren’t you, naughty girl?”

“Yes, Zach,” I pant.Oh, yes.If this makes me a naughty girl, being so hot for him while he’s got a fist in my hair, pounding into me, my red ass being rubbed raw by the friction on the carpet—so be it. I’m meeting him thrust for thrust and I can tell he’s getting close, but I need something if I’m going to be able to come before he does.

“Play with your tits while I’m fucking you, you dirty girl. Twist your nipples the way I would. I know you like it hard, you greedy little thing.”

My hands fly to my chest to obey his orders, taking my breasts roughly in hand and my nipples between thumb and forefinger. It’s not as good as when he’s touching me, but if I close my eyes and pretend…

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