Page 23 of Teach Me
‘Uncomfortable.’ He pursed his lips. ‘Can you elaborate, please?’
I shrugged because what was there to say? The women seemed to enjoy themselves, but they were beaten and subdued, used as a toy, and it irked me.
‘It didn’t seem respectful,’ I settled on. ‘They were treated as less than human.’
‘It was consensual. This is what they wanted to be treated as.’ He rubbed his stubbled chin, studying me. ‘Have you ever been hit with a ruler?’
‘Umm, no.’ I stared at the floor, the tips of my ears burning.
‘It hurts. It’s loud.’ The purr in his voice drove me crazy. ‘Much harsher than my hand.’
I shifted in my seat.
‘And being fucked when your arse is sore only adds to the burn.’
‘Oh. I… I didn’t know.’
‘Eyes on me, Ophelia.’ His mouth curved when I lifted my chin. I wanted to tear my eyes away from his, burrow deep into the ground where he couldn’t see me, but he already knew how his words had affected me. ‘The idea of being spanked turns you on, even though you know there’s pain and humiliation involved,’ he added, his gaze dropping to my thin jumper. His second instruction was to skip my underwear, and now my hard nipples said more than I appreciated.
I crossed my arms over my chest. ‘It’s cold in here.’
He pushed away from his desk. ‘Allow me to warm you up, then.’ He crouched before me, pressing my thighs apart to make space. Before I could object, he leaned forward and took my nipple into his mouth, sucking on it through the coarse fabric until I couldn’t hold back my moan. He repeated the motion with my other nipple before leaning back to admire his handiwork, the hardened buds poking out even more.
‘Warmer?’
I shuddered with need. ‘I know what you’re doing.’
‘Do you?’
‘You’re conditioning me, training my body to remain in this perpetual state of arousal until I submit to whatever degrading act you want. It’s not going to work.’
‘Isn’t it?’ He put his hands on my bare thighs, his warmth seeping into my skin. ‘Is there another reason you skipped those videos?’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Are you afraid to admit you like rough sex?’
‘No,’ I scoffed. ‘Because I don’t.’
‘Did you masturbate to the fantasy of being spanked?’
Unable to speak, I nodded.
‘And did you enjoy yourself the last time we were together?’ The mirth in his voice was impossible to ignore, and so were the delicious memories of the last time I was in his office.
‘Well, yes, I did.’
‘It wasn’t nearly as rough as the videos, but a fair sample to tease your mind. I won’t take you further than you want to go, but I think you’re still keeping secrets from me.’ He slid his hands up my thighs. ‘Honesty, Ophelia,’ he reminded me. ‘It’s the foundation of any relationship.’
But this wasn’t a relationship. It was an experiment. It would soon end, and all I’d be left with was the knowledge that I’d allowed him to dehumanise me. That wasn’t what I wanted.
Thiswas what I wanted: his hands beneath my skirt, so close to my bare pussy that I squirmed in my seat.
‘I’ve created a safe environment for you to explore your sexuality.’ His hands settled on my hips, his eyes boring into mine. ‘Answer my question honestly. Why did you skip the last ten videos?’
‘I did enjoy myself with you,’ I said, ‘but that’s different.’
‘How so?’ He glanced at the closed curtains. ‘Because we were watched?’
