Page 28 of Teach Me
Maybe he wasn’t even here. Maybe the vibrator had malfunctioned, and there was no way to turn it off. The humiliation would serve me right.
The vibrations stopped so abruptly that I stumbled into a man’s arms. ‘Go back to him,’ a familiar voice rumbled in my ear.
‘Doctor Braithwaite?’ Flushed and utterly confused by his sudden appearance, I looked into his eyes. They reflected the reassurance and comfort I needed, and my whole body relaxed against him. ‘I thought you’d left me.’
‘I’m here, Ophelia. You’re safe.’
I breathed a sigh of relief. ‘I thought you were – you’re not upset with me?’
‘Not at all.’ He stroked my cheek, tucking my hair behind my ear. The way he looked at me, without a shred of hesitation or qualms about being with me, enthralled me. Did he also feel this constant craving? The all-consuming need to just be near him made me oblivious to the risk of being in public. It made me lean against him, seeking the shelter of his arms. ‘Thank you for trusting me enough to continue,’ he whispered, pulling me closer.
I did trust him, and now that he was with me, I didn’t mind the vibrator, the busy club, or the absurdity of his challenge. I was safe again.
His hand slid down my back, firm fingertips teasing my oversensitive body. ‘Go back to him. I want to watch you.’
I glanced at the bar. ‘The older man… do you know him?’
‘I do.’
‘Y-you told him about the experiment?’ Mortification revealed itself in my stuttered speech.
‘I did not, and that’s the last question I’ll answer right now.’ He threaded one hand through my hair, jerking it to tilt my head back. Our mouths were a mere breath apart. ‘Do as I say. Earn your reward, baby girl.’
I swayed when his hand slipped away. He retreated to a table in the corner, watching me through hooded eyes as my last few working brain cells argued.
I could have left and ended the game. Called off his experiment. He might have seen it as a sign of defeat, even if I argued that none of this data would have helped my study. My pride would’ve recovered from that, but if I walked away, I’d be forced to give up the rest of the month he’d promised me – the rewards I hadn’t earned yet.
I was still mulling over my dilemma when a light vibration coursed through my core. My pussy pulsed around it, and I squeezed my thighs together as I shot him a half-hearted glare. It was a mistake. Just looking at him made my body hum with need. His large hand closed around a tumbler. I wanted those fingers on me – inside me. He brought the drink to his lips and sipped it slowly as he watched me pine on the dance floor, and I nearly combusted at the thought of him drinking from me.
He licked his lips as if he knew what I was thinking. His eyes, full of lust and promises, fucked me across the room as they travelled down my trembling body, and when he raised his gaze again to find mine, his slight smile expanded to a blatant smirk.
Apply yourself, Ophelia. I heard his voice in my head as clearly as if he’d whispered in my ear.Be a good girl for me.
When I rejoined Dan at the bar, the vibrator pulsed on a lower setting, a teasing wave of pleasure I struggled to ignore.Although emboldened by the knowledge Dr Braithwaite was here, I was flushed, needy, and out of my comfort zone – everything he wanted me to experience.
‘You look like you need a drink,’ Dan said. ‘May I?’
I nodded, not daring to speak. He ordered a fresh gin and tonic for me and a glass of port wine for himself. The wine was as out of place at a nightclub as he was. Men who frequented nightclubs didn’t wear designer suits. They didn’t have expensive watches or manicured nails. I was willing to bet Dan hadn’t been to a nightclub for at least a decade, so why was he here?
The mystery distracted somewhat from the vibrator’s low buzz, but the vibrations increased as soon as I’d taken a sip and put my glass down. I gripped the bar to avoid falling against Dan.
‘Are you okay?’ he asked.
‘Mhmm, yeah,’ was all I managed.
He leaned against the bar, slowly sipping his wine while I struggled to hide this secret tucked inside me. ‘Are you sure? You look flushed and?—’
‘I’m fine.’
‘—in need of some help.’ The timbre of his voice said more than his words. Those blue eyes roamed over my features, probably noticing my flushed cheeks and small pants. He quirked a smile. ‘Would you like to dance?’
Dance? Was he insane? I could barely stand. The music playing over the speakers was fast-paced. If I tried to move to that beat, I wouldn’t make it. ‘I’m not…’ I glanced in Dr Braithwaite’s direction, but it was too dark to see him. ‘I’m not much of a dancer.’
Dan offered me his hand. ‘I’ll lead.’
I wasn’t planning on taking it, but the vibrations changed to a constant pulsation, and I fell against him. Dan wrapped his armsaround me. He smelled nice, soap and a woodsy cologne, and I appreciated his firm grip on me, but God, how embarrassing.
I counted to five before daring to meet his eyes, intending to apologise and explain my lack of basic motor skills, but I could barely catch my breath when the vibrator took me to the edge. My whole body tensed as I anticipated tumbling over it and coming apart in this stranger’s arms.
