Page 18 of Teach Me
Dr Braithwaite moved behind me. ‘Put your hands on the glass.’
‘What?’
‘And spread your legs,’ he breathed against my neck. ‘Do it now.’
Stunned by the needy rasp in his voice, I pressed my hands against the glass and shifted my legs apart, wobbling a bit on my high heels.
‘Good girl.’ He hitched up my dress, exposing my lower half to the outside world. ‘God, Ophelia… these stockings are even better than the boots.’ He ran an appreciative hand over my hip and down my thigh. ‘They tempt me to take you over my knees and spank you for putting yourself at risk.’ His nails scraped up the same path. ‘For disobeying me like that.’
‘You pushed me to go further,’ I argued, my voice trembling. He landed a sharp whack on my butt. ‘Sorry,’ I squeaked.
‘You have so much to learn,’ he murmured, rubbing the soreness. ‘I should spank you, but I can’t. It wouldn’t be fair to you, and…’ His hand moved between my legs. ‘There isn’t time.’ One of his fingers traced the length of my pussy before burying itself inside in one rough, possessive move. I cried out, pressing against the glass.
He groaned against my neck, dipping another finger inside me. ‘You drove me crazy earlier. I’m not letting anyone else have you tonight.’
I drove him crazy? His words drovemeinsane, and so did the slow thrusts of his thick fingers. Last time, he’d held back from fucking me. Would it be different this time? God, I hoped so.
‘Please,’ I breathed against the glass, fogging it.
‘Patience.’
I had no patience, not with him. My whole body ached. I wanted him to fill me. To stretch my body and limits. I shifted my legs wider apart, struggling to remain upright as he continued teasing me with short, fast pumps of his hand, then longer, slower thrusts, finding all my weaknesses. I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned, louder than I normally would, not wanting him to stop again.
‘Open your eyes, Ophelia.’
My eyes opened slowly, then widened in horror when Lewis stopped and turned in our direction. ‘He can see us.’
Dr Braithwaite pulled my dress down, exposing my tits. ‘You like being watched, don’t you?’ he asked, kneading my breast.
‘N-no.’
‘Liar. You’re coating my whole hand.’
He was right; I was so slick that every thrust of his hand filled the room with the sound of my arousal. It horrified and thrilled me. Confused me. Everything about him and his experiment confused me.
His fingers found my clit. He flicked it as he played with my nipple. ‘Are you watching him?’
‘Yes,’ I moaned, pressing my hips back for more.
‘Do you trust me?’ he whispered.
‘What?’
‘Answer me.’
‘Yes.’
‘Good. Let’s show him what he missed out on.’ He loosened his trousers. ‘I’m going to fuck you now.’
‘Oh, God.’ I didn’t have time to prepare before he angled himself and pulled me back onto his cock. ‘Fuck,’ I cried out from the sudden intrusion.
‘You feel better than I imagined,’ he groaned against my neck. ‘So fucking tight. You squeeze me so hard.’
He withdrew to the tip and slammed back in, filling me completely. His groan changed everything. Primal and possessive, it was the most animalistic thing I’d ever heard. And I loved it. When he pulled back and thrust into me again, I forgot about rules, guidelines, and the discomfort of being watched. I wanted everyone to hear this beautiful man who couldn’t get enough of me. I wanted them to see my reward for daring to push myself.
My nipples dragged against the glass as he pumped into me with long, hard strokes. ‘Your tight cunt feels so good wrapped around my cock.’ He slid one hand around my throat and tipped my head back. ‘Let him see how slutty you are for my cock.’
My pussy clenched at his dirty words. In objection? No, but I wouldn’t admit that to him.
