Page 30 of Teach Me
‘Then earn your reward, baby girl.’ He snaked his hand between us and slipped it under my dress. ‘Widen your stance.’
I quickly glanced around. It was too dark for anyone to see, so I stepped my legs a little further apart.
‘Good girl,’ he said, flicking my clit, and I whimpered as my head fell back against him. ‘Show him how stunning you are when you come.’
I didn’t want to look at Dan, but my eyes were drawn to him as Dr Braithwaite rubbed my clit, drawing small circles, increasing the pressure until he found my weakness. My climax grew closer, an inevitable edge I wanted – and didn’t want –to jump off. I slowly rocked against his hand, craving harder strokes.
‘I need more,’ I panted.
‘I know. We can end this now.’
‘What?’
‘The experiment.’
Although I’d considered it many times, the idea of him offering me a way out came as a shock. I tried to turn around, but he tightened his grip on me, keeping me pressed against his chest as his fingers worked me closer and closer to the edge.
‘We can stop this now’ – he stilled his hand, his voice dropping to a dark octave – ‘or you can accept the next phase.’
I gripped his hand. ‘Don’t.’ I was so close that I would lose my mind if he left me hanging again. One more stroke of his finger and all this tension could be released.
‘Then answer my question.’ His lips brushed against my ear as he spoke. ‘What do you want?’
‘You,’ I said honestly. His erection pressed against my lower back. I wanted him inside me now, even if we were in public. ‘I want you to fuck me. I want to kiss you and?—’
He took my earlobe between his teeth and tugged. ‘You haven’t earned it yet, but you can. Do you accept the next phase?’
‘What is it?’ I pressed against his hand. ‘Please.’
He bit me again, harder. ‘It’s a yes or no question, Ophelia. Don’t make me ask you again.’
I tensed at his words, but desire clawed at my brain, turning it into mush. ‘Yes,’ I panted. ‘Yes, I accept.’
He nudged my legs wider apart and slid a finger inside me, bumping against the vibrator. My muscles tensed in horror as he dipped slowly in and out, teasing the sensitive tissue. ‘So wet,’ he murmured as he spread my arousal over my clit. ‘You claim you don’t want to be watched, that you don’t like being fucked in public, but your body betrays you, Ophelia.’
‘You conditioned me,’ I objected.
‘Did I?’ He rubbed my clit, weakening my knees. ‘Or did I unlock what was already in you?’
Unsure how to answer that, I kept my gaze on Dan, not wanting to be deprived again. I allowed him to watch me as the pressure of my orgasm built with every sweep of Dr Braithwaite’s fingers.
‘You still deny it…’ He chuckled. ‘Spread your legs wider for me, my pretty slut. Give my hand all the space it needs to make you come.’
I shifted my legs further apart and moved with him as he played with my body. A fine mist of sweat broke out across my skin as pure pleasure tingled up my thighs. ‘I’m going to come,’ I whimpered, asking for permission without realising it.
‘Come. Soak my hand.’
I whimpered, hating and loving his words. My breathing became erratic as I feverishly bucked against his hand and came with a panted moan of his name. The onslaught of pleasure almost buckled my knees, but he held me upright as I rode it out.
At the bar, Dan quirked another smile before sipping his wine as if he often watched Dr Braithwaite do this with women. It was a disturbing thought for many reasons. I didn’t want to imagine Dr Braithwaite with anyone else, and I wasn’t sure what kind of friendship they had. Did they share women? Did they often take someone out in public to watch them get off?
Dr Braithwaite yanked on the cord to the vibrator, pocketed it, and straightened my dress. ‘Well done, Ophelia.’
I stared at my shoes. ‘Can we go now?’
‘Yes.’ He kissed my cheek. ‘Where’s your coat?’
‘I didn’t bring one. Where are we going?’ I stumbled when he pushed me forward, guiding me towards the exit with a firm grip around my hip.
