Page 47 of Teach Me
‘Yes, but I thought you didn’t want to anymore after I…’ I hesitated.
‘Please finish your sentence.’
‘I proved myself as a slut,’ I whispered.
Smiling, he shook his head. ‘You’remyslut, remember? You did exactly what I wanted you to do – gave in to your desires. I saw no shame in your eyes while you were with him. I’m proud of you.’
‘Oh,’ I breathed.
‘But afterwards…’ Brows furrowed, he leaned back in his seat.
‘I came without your permission,’ I said, not wanting to discuss whatever realisation he’d come to. I couldn’t imagine what it was, but Dr Braithwaite always noticed things.
‘You’re new to this,’ he said softly. ‘I can’t expect you to control your body. The right Dom will teach you.’
‘The right Dom?’ I asked. ‘You mean… not you?’
‘I’m happy to teach you if you’re willing.’
‘Yes,’ I blurted. ‘I want you to teach me. Dan – I mean, Master Dan – he’s a nice guy, but?—’
‘But you don’t see him as your Dom.’ He rested back in his seat with a smug smile. ‘That was so obvious, even Master Dan couldn’t ignore it. You respond to me. You have since the first day I met you. I should’ve waited until you graduated, but we both know why you came up with this flawed hypothesis.’
‘Hey,’ I objected. ‘It’s not flawed. It just needs to be… tweaked.’
He smirked. ‘I know something else that needs to be tweaked.’
‘Oh?’
‘Come.’ He patted his thigh, and I quickly crawled into his lap, breathing in his scent as I rested my head on his shoulder. ‘I can’t be your dissertation supervisor,’ he murmured into my hair, his arms wrapped around me.
I lifted my chin to meet his eyes. ‘Why not? I need you.’
‘And I’ll be there if you need guidance, but I can’t…’ He sighed. ‘It can jeopardise your degree. Everything between us has to be kept professional on campus until you’ve graduated.’
‘What are you saying? This is our last night together?’ I pushed upright. ‘No, that can’t?—’
‘I mean, we only meet at the club from now on. On campus, you’re a student. I’m a lecturer. That’s all. For now. Even if I feel the urge to bend you over a desk to spank you, I won’t act on it. Deal?’
‘I guess so.’ I sank back against his chest, chewing on my bottom lip. ‘I suppose I can’t use any of this for my study.’
‘Well, you have the data I’ve collected on your behalf. Your diary entries and questionnaires. And plenty of Doms and subs here are willing to be interviewed.’
I straightened again. ‘Really?’
‘You can also be a participant. I’ll interview you if you want.’ My breath hitched as he touched two fingers to my chin, tilting my face up. ‘I told you I’d get you the research data you needed, didn’t I, baby girl? All you had to do was trust me to guide you to it.’
I looked between his eyes and his lips. Those tempting lips I’d wanted to kiss for so long. ‘Sir?’
‘Mhmm?’
‘May I kiss you? Have I earned?—?’
He cupped my face and pressed his lips to mine, gently at first, then with more hunger and passion than I’d dared dream of, reciprocating my ferocious need to take, take, take. I arched against him, wanting more as my brain floated somewhere above the clouds.
His eyes were molten when he pulled back. ‘How sore are you?’ he murmured.
‘Sore ish,’ I whispered, staring at his lips.
