Page 60 of His to Teach
With my hands and feet bound and the spreader bar pushing my legs apart, I can do nothing. I can’t even move. I can only lay there on Nate’s whipping bench while he fucks me.
Nothing in my life has ever felt better, has ever been so completely right.
“I love how much you want this,” he says, reaching around to cup my breast against the leather, to pinch my nipple. “Your whole body is screaming it out to you, begging you to acknowledge it. You want to be used by me. You want to obey.”
“Yes, sir,” I moan, giving into it. “Yes, that’s what I want. Please…”
“Your pussy gets so wet when I strike you,” he says, thrusting again. “You like to be tied up and spanked, don’t you?”
“Yes, God, yes.”
“We’ll have to try you in some new positions. I’d love to see you spread on my St. Andrew’s Cross. Or tied up and dangling from my ceiling.”
I moan at that thought, at the sheer sensation he’s sending deep into my core with each thrust, with each filthy word out of his mouth.
“And I bet I could make that ass a lovely shade of red with my cane.” His fingers are digging so deep into my hips now that I’m sure I’ll bruise. “Or my flogger. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Whatever pleases you, sir,” I gasp, knowing it’s true, knowing I’ll do whatever he wants, whenever he wants.
“What a perfect answer. God, you’re so…Fuck, Harper. I can’t handle how good this feels.” He grunts loudly. “Do you want to come?”
I’m so close already, my earlier orgasms feeling like they were days ago, not mere hours. Everything about this experience is erotic and dangerous and I want to come, badly. But more than that, I want to please him.
“If it would make you happy, sir.”
“Good girl,” he whispers, sounding awed. Then he grunts, pushing deeper, and I can feel his balls hitting against the top of my thighs, tender from his punishment. “What a good girl you are.”
I’m moaning without cease now, writhing against the leather, feeling it brush my rock-hard nipples. This is amazing, worth every ounce of pain I felt at his paddle.Nothinghas ever been this good.
“I’m so close,” he groans. “Come for me. Let me feel that cunt clench on my dick. God, I want to explode when I feel your pussy come all over me.”
I love obeying him. The muscles in my pussy squeeze tight around him as the orgasm overtakes me, his cock already pulsing, thick and hot inside me.
“Like that,” he groans, pulling my ass even tighter to his pelvis, pushing himself somehow still deeper into me as he continues to come. “Fuck.”
I slump into the leather of the bench, feeling like every limb has been turned to liquid. Nate is panting behind me, still clutching my hips so hard I can feel the pain even in my bliss.
“That was…fuck. That was amazing,” he says, rubbing a shaking hand down by back. “Youwere amazing.”
“Thank you, sir,” I murmur, my face breaking out into a smile. If this had just been the first night as his official sub, I can only imagine the delicious things this man has in store for me.
NATE
There’s so much more that I want to do to Harper at the club. So much more that I want to show her, so many ways that I want to punish and control her. But this is her first night really doing this, and my responsible side warns that I need to take it slow, to not overwhelm her. I’m also desperate to fuck her again, but I know if that happens in the playroom I’ll be too tempted to push her.
So instead I take her home. For the second time.
“I wasn’t sure I would ever see this place again,” she says, running her fingertips along the smooth granite of the kitchen counter.
I frown at her back. “Why?”
She shrugs, looking over her shoulder at me. “You said you never bring women here.”
I don’t. I didn’t. Only you.
“I like seeing you here,” I say, my voice quiet, and her breath hitches. When she smiles up at me she’s so damn beautiful, so happy, that it hits me straight in the gut. I want to make her smile like that all the time.
What are you doing?A voice inside me questions. I know I’m getting in over my head with her—hell, I’m already way pastthat. I’m fucking my student. The little sister of a friend. Harper is twelve years younger than me. She’s totally off limits and I’m choosing to just ignore that fact.
