Page 48 of Teach Me
‘Shower and bed,’ he declared, putting me on my feet. ‘I’ll order us some food as well. And Ophelia?’
‘Y-yes?’
He took my face in his hands. ‘I’m so proud of you, baby girl. I pushed you hard tonight, but you did so well.’ He kissed me, leaning in to deepen the kiss before he pulled back and smacked my butt. ‘Upstairs, now.’
Chapter Twelve
The room he took me to on the first floor was more luxurious than I’d imagined. A huge four-poster bed dominated the space, standing against a dark blue wallpaper with an armchair on one side and a dresser on the other. The carpet stretched across the hardwood floor was equally luxurious, with silk strands that dampened Dr Braithwaite’s footsteps as he entered an en-suite and turned the shower on.
I glanced around for a flogger or other toys, but there was nothing. The room looked like it belonged in a hotel, not a sex club. It even smelt faintly of jasmine and clean linens.
Dr Braithwaite flung his jacket over the end of the bed, watching me as he undid the buttons on his shirt. I’d never seen him naked before and could barely breathe as he slowly exposed his chest. He was as well-toned as I’d imagined, with defined muscles and only a light dusting of dark hair that disappeared into the waistband of his trousers. I licked my lips.
‘Get in the shower, Ophelia,’ he said with a small smile.
If he were joining me, how could I resist? I hadn’t bothered to do up the zip on my dress, so it was easy to shimmy out of it. I dropped it on the floor with my pants and bra, eager to slipunder the hot water with him, but he tutted at me before I could enter the bathroom.
‘Fold your clothes and put them on the chair.’
‘So bossy,’ I teased.
‘Bossy?’ He scoffed. ‘Don’t think I’ve forgotten you went clubbing in December without a coat. No mobile, either. I doubt you even brought enough cash to get an Uber from here.’
He was right. I liked to travel light, so I shrugged. ‘I can take care of myself.’
‘Hmm.’ He shed the rest of his clothes and folded them neatly. I tried not to stare, but damn, every inch of him was perfection. Every hard inch. I licked my lips again before slowly dragging my eyes from his cock to his face, finding him smirking at me again.
‘Do as you’re told.’
I quickly folded my clothes and put them in a tidy pile next to his, then followed him into the bathroom. The steam hit me like a hot cloud. I stepped under the water and sighed contentedly as it beat against my skin. This was heaven. Life couldn’t get any better. Only it did. Dr Braithwaite shut the glass shower door and captured my face between his hands. My back hit the wet tiles as his mouth descended on mine. The shower was hot, but it was nothing compared to the passion he poured into that kiss. It left me breathless and dazed when he pulled back.
‘I hope you like chicken salad?’ he asked, reaching for the body wash.
‘Huh?’
He laughed. ‘Your dinner, Ophelia. Is chicken salad okay?’
‘Umm, yeah, sure.’ Who cared? I wanted him, not chicken salad. Dragging my bottom lip through my teeth, I shamelessly watched as he rubbed his soapy hands over his chest, forgetting to breathe when he wrapped them around his cock. The man was good enough to eat.
I cleared my throat. ‘Sir?’
‘Mhmm?’
‘May I…?’
His lips twitched. ‘May youwhat?’
God, he wanted me to spell everything out for him. I opened and closed my mouth a few times before whispering, ‘May I suck you off?’
‘Good girl. Yes, you may.’
I dropped to my knees and wrapped my fingers around his thick cock. Looking up at him, I ran my thumb up his shaft before following the path with my tongue. I eagerly lapped up a drop of pre-cum from the slit and took the head into my mouth. Dr Braithwaite moaned as I pushed forward until he filled my throat.
His hand went to my head, holding me in place. ‘Swallow.’
I swallowed, tightening my throat around him, and his groan encouraged me to keep him there until my lungs begged for air. I pulled back a fraction to breathe in and then repeated the motion.
‘Master Dan taught you well,’ he groaned. ‘You suck me so good, baby girl.’
