Page 43 of Teach Me
‘A pleasing response,’ Dr Braithwaite said. ‘This cunt looks well-appreciated. Still glistening.’ His thumb brushed across my clit again before pressing inside me. ‘And so tight.’
‘Beautiful,’ Dan concurred. ‘I’d love a sample.’
‘Mhmm,’ Dr Braithwaite groaned. ‘I don’t know if I can share this one… Look how wet she gets for me.’
‘Don’t be greedy. A simple fuck won’t do. I need a taste.’
I breathed hard, struggling to keep my moans back as Dr Braithwaite thrust his finger faster. My teeth clamped around my bottom lip as he replaced one finger with two, then I gasped in disappointment when he pulled his hand back.
‘Let’s see if we can turn up the volume.’ He collected something from a drawer. ‘Time for the talent part of this competition, ladies.’
I stiffened. Talent?
‘Ophelia.’ Dr Braithwaite gripped my hip again. ‘You’re already familiar with this toy.’ He tapped the vibrator against my clit before sliding it inside me. ‘Keep it inside, baby girl.’
My muscles tightened and loosened around the toy while he moved down the line, preparing each woman for whateverwould come next. Then the vibration started, a low, deep buzz within my core. My body craved every sensation, but my mind still screamed at me to bolt out the door. The loud music at the club had drowned out my moans. Now the responses he wanted came from the other women, loud, breathy moans from everyone except me.
Dr Braithwaite’s footfalls headed my way. ‘I want to see how you make those pretty cunts gush. Use your fingers, ladies. If I’m not happy with your effort, I’ll send you to Marquis Theo’s dungeon.’ He leaned down to rasp in my ear, ‘He’s a sadist, Ophelia. You noticed that about him, didn’t you?’
A shiver ran through me.
He swept my hair away from my face. ‘Touch yourself, baby girl. Show us how you make that pretty pussy come.’ His eyes glittered with mischief. ‘Make me proud.’
That was what Theo had said to Georgina before he left the room, and a glance confirmed she had no problem following his order. Cheek pressed against the floor, she’d snaked one hand between her legs to rub her clit. Her eyes were closed. Her pouty lips parted as she moaned.
‘You can do it, baby girl.’
I swallowed my inhibitions and copied her position, closing my eyes to block out everything except the task at hand. Dr Braithwaite remained beside me as my fingertips danced across my clit before finally settling into a familiar pattern, quick sweeps followed by longer strokes to fuel that fire crawling up my thighs.
‘Good. Look how well you touch yourself. Are you watching her, Master Dan?’
‘Fuck, yes,’ he groaned somewhere behind me. ‘I want to sink deep into that pussy. I want it strangling my cock as she comes.’
I rubbed faster, spurred on by his deep voice and the hungry eyes watching every gasp and soft moan roll over my swollen lips.
‘I want in your mouth so badly.’ Dr Braithwaite slipped his thumb inside my mouth and groaned when I sucked hard. ‘But not as badly as I want to eat you out. I want you dripping down my chin, Ophelia. And when you’ve come on my tongue, I want to kiss you so you know how good you taste. Do you want that?’
I managed a nod between deeper moans.
He pulled his hand back to tweak my nipple. ‘Good girl. Keep working for your reward.’
My fingers slipped on the slickness of my pussy as I increased speed, chasing my release with a hunger I barely recognised. I forgot my butt was high in the air. I forgot the women beside me. All I could see was the pride in his smile when my moans grew louder, deeper, needier.
‘Such a beautiful sound.’ He glanced up as a woman cried out down the line. ‘An orchestra of pleasure, Master Dan.’
‘Well done, sweetheart,’ Dan praised the woman.
A second cry filled the air. The sub beside me breathed deeper, faster, but I wanted to get there first. I channelled the men’s attention into my pleasure. My fingers quickened. My breaths grew shallow. It was right there…
So damn close. I just needed…
‘Come,’ Dr Braithwaite ordered, and my body obeyed him like the puppet he’d turned me into.
‘Oh fuck,’ I cried out as I lost myself in the blinding heat. A deep male laugh registered weakly in the seemingly endless waves of pleasure rolling through my body, forgotten by the time I collapsed on the floor.
A sharp swat came against my butt. ‘Language,’ Dr Braithwaite chastised, but I smiled at the hint of amusement in his voice.
The last two women came with equal force as I breathed against the floorboards. Dr Braithwaite praised them for their efforts while Dan collected the toys. ‘It’s simply impossible to pick a winner, Marquis Theo, so I’ll keep the trophy to myself.’
