Page 44 of His to Teach
I don’t know what’s happening to me, can’t understand this raging desperation. This moment, punishing a sub, is usually where I find my control. My calm.
But with Harper I feel anything but calm. I feel out of my mind as I smack her again and again, feeling her tight walls contract around my fingers, hearing her moans mixing with the cries of pain, with the stinging sound of my palm on her ass.
“I fucking love this, angel,” I groan, thrusting my fingers harder, faster. “You have no idea how hot this is, watching your ass turn red by my hand while I finger fuck your tight, wet cunt. Feeling how turned on you are, how wet you are for me.”
My cock is rock hard under her and I’m sure she can feel it against her belly. Christ, I wish I was inside her.
“Please,” she cries out, and I’m not sure what’s she’s asking for. To stop the spanking? To give her more between her legs?Either way, it sounds like she’s close to losing it, like she can’t stand it much longer. And I’m right there with her. “Please.”
“Oh, I like it when you beg,” I whisper, thrusting a third finger into her slit and bringing my other hand downhard on her upper thigh. “Beg some more.”
She does it without prompting, without shame, her voice desperate, her entire body shaking. “Please, sir, please. I’ll be so good, I promise. I’ll do whatever you want, anything, anything, just let me come, please. ”
Fucking hell. She’s writhing on my lap now, ass rising up to meet my blows like she’s welcoming them, her hips thrusting toward my fingers. It is, without a doubt, the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I think I could blow my load just watching her.
“Come,” I tell her, command in my voice. I need it from her almost as much as she needs it herself. Need to feel her tighten on me, fall apart. And she does. With a hoarse cry she explodes around my fingers, flooding me in warmth and wet and perfection. Her back arches toward me, head thrown back.
She’s gorgeous. Perfect.
“Good girl, good girl,” I sooth, rubbing her back, her reddened ass, her thighs. “That was so good, Harper. So good.”
“Thank you, sir,” she whimpers. “Thank you so much.”
I release a shaking breath, overwhelmed, and I pull her up to cradle in my arms. She comes easily, melting into me, her arms immediately going around my neck, pulling herself close. “You’re welcome, my good, sweet girl,” I murmur.
My body isn’t satiated. I need to fuck her again, and I will—soon. But something deep inside is satisfied. Something in me feels at peace. A sensation like relief is rushing through me, like I’m finally where I need to be, holding her still-shaking body in my arms.
HARPER
When Nate drops me off in front of my apartment the next morning, I’m not quite sure how I feel. My heart is pounding with a strange mixture of excitement, uncertainty, and barely sated lust. He kisses me goodbye but gives no indication of when I’ll see him again—outside of school the next day, of course. And God, how awkward is that going to be now?
I find Emma waiting for me at the kitchen table, two mugs of coffee set out. She arches an eyebrow and I know that I have no hope of getting out of this. I’m going to have to tell her about Nate.
“Thanks for the coffee,” I say, sliding into the seat across from her.
She studies my face. “From the look of things, you can use it.”
I bring the mug up to cover my face. “Do I look that bad.”
She waits for me to lower it. “Honestly, Harp? You look freshly fucked.”
I swallow a sip of scalding coffee way too quickly, coughing. She rolls her eyes while leaning over to pound on my back. “The girl picks up some hot stranger at a damn sex club but she can’t handle hearing the wordfuck.”
I think about the way Nate had growled that word in my ear, telling me what he was going to do to me, and I flush.
“Shit,” Emma mutters, still watching my face. “This is serious, isn’t it?”
I sigh, pushing away my cup a little bit so I’m not tempted to down it and burn myself again. “I don’t know. It’s…complicated.”
She makes a face at me. “You’ve been saying that about your night at the Club for the past month. Funny how you never mentioned this guy.” I find that I can’t quite meet her eyes and her tone is wounded when she continues. “I take it last night wasn’t the first time you’d met.”
“No,” I practically whisper. “We met that first night.”
“Harper, why in the hell didn’t you tell me?”
She’s definitely hurt, and it makes me feel like shit. We tell each othereverything. We always have. I know if the roles were reversed, if she’d kept something like this from me, it would hurt.
“I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you. But it all got so messed up so fast. I told myself I needed to just forget about it, pretend it hadn’t happened.”
