Page 55 of His to Teach
“I wonder how wet she is,” Nate whispers in my ear. “If he wanted, he could tie her up the other way, so she was facing into the cross. Then he would use it to restrain her while he punished her. But tonight, Philip is pleasuring her, rewarding her.”
As if in response to Nate’s words, Philip lowers the crop to the table and picks up another object, too small for me to see, but Nate releases a low sigh behind me. Philip brings the object to Cherise, kissing her lightly on the lips. “Green or red?”
“Green,” she pants.
“See how he takes care of her?” Nate whispers. “See how she trusts him? That’s his job, as her Master. To take care of her.”
I’m so wet now it’s getting uncomfortable. Everything about this is turning me on, the couple before us, the dirty things they’re doing, the idea that there are others in this room,watching like us. The feel of Nate’s arms around me, his broad chest behind my back, his hardness so evident under my ass.
“That’s why I wanted you to see this. So that you would know it’s not all about pain.”
“If it’s not about pain,” I breathe out, “what’s it about?”
“Control. Trust.”
Philip brings the object to the space between Cherise’s spread legs and it suddenly becomes obvious what it is. As he touches the vibrator to her pussy, she moans again, jumping slightly against her restraints.
“You will not come until your Master allows it, pet,” Philip instructs in a clear voice. “I will use your pussy as long as I like.” Slowly, he begins thrusting the vibrator in and out of her center. She’s so wet I can hear the sound it makes as he fucks her with it, even from across the room. That control Nate mentioned positively emanates from Philip as he handles the submissive. There’s something about him standing there in his suit while she’s bound and naked—he looks powerful and in command, a king ruling over his domain.
I wiggle in Nate’s lap. This is so erotic, so undeniably dirty. I feel embarrassed and turned on—but mostly I feel jealous. I want to feel what Cherise is feeling. I want to be on display like that, used like that. Pleasured like that.
“Orgasm control is a popular exercise,” Nate murmurs, slipping a hand up my thigh to the hemline of my dress. I shudder at the contact and he doesn’t slow down, bringing his fingers higher and higher “He controls everything about her body, even her pleasure.”
“I want you to have that control with me,” I whisper, too overwhelmed with the desire to care about being embarrassed.
Nate exhales heavily against my neck. “So do I.” He nudges my legs farther apart and his fingers find my center, rubbing over my clit through my soaked panties. I moan out loud, andCherise’s eyes snap to mine, just as Philip tosses the vibrator aside.
“Oh, Harper,” Nate whispers, sliding the material of my underwear aside to touch my bare skin. “So wet for me. Such a good girl.”
I almost come right there. Cherise’s eyes are still glued to our box, watching as I moan and squirm. Nate’s fingers thrust slowly in and out of my pussy, almost lazily, as he watches Philip carefully remove his suit coat and unzip his pants. Without a word he walks over and enters Cherise in one smooth movement. I watch the stage, too, transfixed, as her eyes glaze with desire, her milky skin blotchy now, flushed with emotion.
Philip places his hands on the cross on either side of her head and then he’s fucking her, really fucking her, and God, it’s so hot to watch. I can feel Nate’s cock, hard and throbbing, under my ass and I want him. Right here. I want him to fuck me the way Philip is fucking Cherise.
And I don’t care who sees us.
“Please,” I moan, wiggling against him, willing his fingers to touch my clit. “Please.”
“Not here,” he murmurs directly in my ear, making me shiver. “Not so soon. But someday…someday, Harper, I’m going to fuck you in a room full of people. Let them all watch you, see what a greedy, filthy girl you are.”
“Oh, God,” I whisper. “I want that.”
“Fuck,” Nate groans, loud in my ear, and I’m sure the other people in this room can hear him. Then he’s lifting me up, cradling me in his arms and carrying me out of the box and back to the hall. As we leave the room the last thing I hear is Philip ordering Cherise to come.
“Where are we going?” I ask, breathless, clinging to his neck, missing the feel of his fingers in me.
Nate doesn’t respond as he marches down the hall to another door. He slams it open to reveal a stark room with barely any space for the small couch in the center.
“Nate—”
“I need to be inside you,” he growls. “And I wasn’t going to do it in there, where Philip could see.”
He collapses onto the couch, pulling me on his lap so we’re in the same position we’d been in before, my back against his front.
“Want it just like this,” he mutters, grabbing his belt buckle. “The view in there was fucking incredible.”
“They were beautiful,” I agree, leaning my head back to rest on his shoulder.
He makes a scoffing noise. “Not them. You. Sitting in my lap. Being able to look down at you like that. All I wanted was to get you naked.” God, his words make me crazy. I want nothing more than to sit here and listen to that raspy, low voice of his, filled with the same lust and desire I feel. “Lift up a bit,” he says gruffly, pushing on my hips.
