Page 38 of His to Teach
I gasp involuntarily and he smirks. “Soaked.” There’s approval in his voice and it warms me from the inside. “I think you’re even wetter than you were at the club that night. I guess you like me fucking your mouth.”
“Yes,” I whisper, heat flooding my face. What is he doing to me?
Nate slowly runs the tips of his fingers up and down through the folds of my pussy, exploring the wetness there, occasionally dipping into my slit. He grazes my clit slightly with the side of one finger, then does it again. He’s barely touched me and I swear I could come right then.
“Lie down.” He removes his fingers suddenly and I feel their absence like a splash of cold water, the ache between my legs distracting me from his words, making me pause.When I don’t move, he raises his eyebrows at me. His directive of a few moments ago runs through my mind.You better not hesitate.The most delicious rush of fear hits me. This is not a man to be tested.
“Where would you like me?” His jaw tightens ever so slightly and I tack a hasty, “sir,” onto my sentence.
“Right there in front of me.” He points at a spot on the carpet and I lower myself to the ground, looking up at him questioningly, unsure of how to arrange myself.
Nate chuckles slightly. “You’re such a natural at this. No wonder half the men in that club were staring at you tonight. It’s so obvious what you are.”
I want to ask him what, exactly, I am, but he continues before I can open my mouth. “Lay on your back with your feet facing me,” he clarifies. “Bend your knees so they’re up off the floor.”I do as he says, my new position making me more exposed and vulnerable than ever. “Now spread your legs.”
My desire to please him completely overwhelms every self-protective instinct I have. Slowly, I spread my legs, completely exposing myself to him again.
“Touch yourself.”
Thank God. I’m so wet, so fucking turned on, yearning for any release. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet in my life, not even when he fucked me with his fingers during the scene at the club. Desperate for the friction, I move my index finger down into my wetness, running it eagerly over my clit, letting out a low moan at the slightest hint of relief.
“Very good,” he murmurs. “Now put that finger in your pussy... good girl.” A low swooping hits my belly at his praise as I follow his instructions. “Use your thumb to rub your clit.”
I do it, just like he asked, closing my eyes and letting myself fall into the rhythm of it, completely wanton as I get myself off in front of him. I thrust quickly, in and out, my finger slipping easily through the moisture he’s caused to flow so freely, and I’m so fucking close already. Soon I’m writhing against the floor, my chest rising frantically up and down as I take gasping breaths. Knowing he’s watching me, knowing how exposed I am, makes it so much better.
I let my eyes flutter open, just long enough to see that Nate is lazily stroking himself, his cock hardening again as he watches me. The realization that I’m causing his arousal hits me with a sudden ferocity and I nearly come right then.
“That’s enough,” Nate says suddenly.
My gaze flies to his face. Certainly, he doesn’t mean it? How can I possibly stop when it’s this good? When I’m so damn close?
Quick as a flash, he’s up off the couch and over me, grabbing my wrists, bringing my arms up over my head and holding them tightly there. His entire body covering mine, trapping me.“What did I tell you about hesitation?” he snarls, voice low and menacing. His eyes are narrowed, angry, so dark they’re nearly black. Fear flutters through me.
“I’m sorry,” I gasp. “It...it felt so good. I couldn’t stop.”
“You need to understand something,” he whispers, squeezing my wrists tighter, causing me to cry out at the sting. “When you’re here, when you’re with me, youbelongto me. That cunt is mine. And I can do with it what I please.”
I can barely breathe, somehow getting even wetter at his filthy, demeaning words, at his possession. My nipples tighten under the weight of his body as he uses it to imprison me against the floor.
“So, what should I do with this cunt?” he murmurs, looking down at me. Slowly, he draws his tongue around the outside of my lips, across my cheek, over to my ear. “Should I fuck it now?” he whispers in my ear. “You might not admit it, but I think that’s what you want. You want me to fuck you.”
I whimper, my hips moving up against his of their own accord, desperate for some friction on my pulsing clit. He laughs low in my ear. “That’s what I thought. You’re just desperate for my cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes, please, sir,” I whisper, hardly knowing what I’m saying. All I know is that I want—needthis man to take me, right here on the floor.
“Don’t move.”
Then he’s kneeling over me, pulling off his shirt, and oh, his body is so beautiful, so strong. He seems to me tightly coiled, as if he’s just barely restraining himself. With a thrill of fear and desire I wonder what might happen when his restraint finally breaks.
Then he pulls a condom from his pocket, his slacks still hanging low on his hips, only his cock exposed. I wish he would take them off, wanting nothing more than to see him fully naked.
But now he’s rolling on the condom, positioning himself between my knees, and I can’t really think at all.
He stares down at me for a moment and I wonder what he sees when he looks at me. My face must be flushed, with how warm it feels, my eyes probably glazed with desire. I know my hair is a mess spread out behind me, my chest heaving, nipples almost painfully tight as I wait for him to do something, anything. And still my arms are above my head, exactly where he had left them with his demand for me not to move.
“This is the way I like you,” he says, smirking a little. “Spread out for me. Vulnerable. Completely at my mercy.”
I shiver. I like it too.
