Page 41 of Teach Me
‘Make it forty.’ Dr Braithwaite glanced at me. ‘I’ve a feeling this one won’t break easily.’
I winced.
Theo gripped the curvy brunette’s chin and planted a chaste kiss on her lips. ‘Make me proud, Little G.’
‘Line up in front of Ophelia,’ Dr Braithwaite ordered when the door clicked shut behind Theo. The women obliged without a word of protest, but I kept scooting backwards until he was forced to indicate a spot for them to stand. I expected a reprimand, but he ignored me as if I weren’t worthy of his harsh words anymore.
As if I were insignificant.
‘Very good,’ he said to the women as I fought back tears. ‘Now turn around and present your cunts.’
My breath lodged in my throat. I should’ve known better. Everything was always a lesson with him, and this would be my toughest one because the women got on their hands and knees, their pussies on display. Like he commanded. Like I wouldn’t do. My entire face burned as I stared at my lap, refusing to take part.
‘Ophelia.’
No, I wouldn’t look.
His voice lowered. ‘Ophelia.’
I shook my head.
Dan shifted forward, watching me and my flushed cheeks and the tears threatening to unravel me again. I knew what Dr Braithwaite was doing, and I didn’t want to hear whatever cruel words he’d say about their most intimate parts.
‘Are you safeing out?’ Dr Braithwaite asked.
The room fell silent. A tense, pin-dropping silence where only my sharp breaths could be heard. Shaking my head, I stared at a small crack in the floor. No, I wouldn’t use my safeword. I refused.
Dan joined Dr Braithwaite at the end of the row of women. My breath shuddered in my chest as the men whispered among themselves.
‘Contestant “A”,’ Dr Braithwaite announced in a booming voice, startling me. ‘Neatly trimmed. I prefer shaven, but it’s tidy and doesn’t hide the clit piercing.’
‘The labia minora slightly overhangs the majora,’ Dan said. ‘I like that. A little tease when she walks around.’
‘You’ve always been a biter,’ Dr Braithwaite murmured.
Dan laughed. ‘I wouldn’t dare bite this one. I’d end up in a dungeon.’
I glanced up just as Dr Braithwaite crouched and ran his thumb over the brunette’s pussy. She moaned softly. ‘Responsive. Doesn’t appear to have got enough attention today.’
‘Surprising, given who she belongs to,’ Dan mused.
My blood boiled when Dr Braithwaite pressed his thumb inside her and thrust a few times. The woman’s moans deepened. He laughed softly. ‘Very responsive. Well trained, aren’t you, Georgina?’
‘Yes, Sir Emmerson.’ Her arms trembled as he continued teasing her, alternating between shallow thrusts and drawing slick circles around her clit piercing.
I burned with embarrassment, anger, and something else I didn’t want to identify. I’d shared a secret with him inconfidence, and he’d turned it into a group session to teach me a lesson. Would he fuck them to prove his point?
Or was this an audition for a sub to replace me?
My heart sank at the thought.
His eyes met mine briefly as he looked up at Dan. ‘A fine contestant.’
‘Agreed.’
They continued down the line, praising and teasing the women. I told myself not to look, but the compliments were impossible to tune out.
‘Such a pretty snatch.’
