Page 51 of The Omega Lesson

“That doesn’t sound like a very composed answer, Miss Novak.”

I grit my teeth, but the crop suddenly flicks against my clit and I scream. One of the horses snorts, while another stomps its feet, and I wonder if I’m about to set off a stampede. “Well, let’s try an easier question first. Do you know what the end of a crop is called?”

I huff, trying to dredge the answer up from my fuzzy memory banks. “Is it… a tongue?”

“Dirty girl,” he murmurs, giving my clit another hard tap. My fingers dig into his shoulder so hard I must be bruising him, but Noah looks almost bored as he goes back to work. “Yes, a tongue is one answer. But we also call it something else.”

I just stare at him, my clit throbbing and my pussy gushing. “My new best friend?”

But he just sighs at my sass. “It’s called a keeper, Miss Novak. As in, wekeepour apples, and don’t give them away to dirty little boys with grabby little hands.”

“But I already said that,” I splutter. “You said it was the wrong answer…”

“There’s no arguing in my classroom, Miss Novak. And you only got the answer half right. Yes, I wanted you to keep my pretty apples out of the hands of greedy little shits, but there’s another part to this lesson.” I just stare at him, my legs twitching, and he sighs again. “Fine. Sit down on the hay bale. We’ll just have to take this lesson to the next level.”

I wait for his crop to slide out, then nearly fall onto my butt, my knees too weak to hold me up. Of course, it puts me in close proximity to another of Noah’s instruments of torture. I’m pretty sure his riding pants are so tight I can see his piercing winking at me through the cotton. “What are you looking at, Miss Novak?”

I lick my lips, my eyes flying up to his. “Nothing, Mr. Lyall.”

He smirks, but then lifts the crop to his lips and studies the tip. Thekeeper, I remind myself, just in case there’s an exam at the end of this lesson.

But instead of drilling me on other dressage facts, he takes a hearty sniff. “Stables are quite pungent places, you know. It’s sometimes hard to pick one scent out from another.” Not waiting for me to reply, he pokes out his tongue and licks the keeper like it’s a lollipop. I stare at him in disbelief as he sucks it all the way in, his cheeks hollowing as he slurps up my juices. “Mmmm. Very tasty. Sugar, vanilla, and… maybe cinnamon. What does that remind you of, Miss Novak?”

I blink at him, surprised the hay bale hasn’t caught fire under me. “I don’t know… Me?”

“Yes, you, Miss Novak. But you don’t get a gold star for that, since I just had my crop in your pussy. Which reminds me…”

He tosses the crop aside and drops to his knees in front of me, shoving my skirt up my thighs. He gets one leg over his shoulder, and then his tongue is buried so deep inside me, I see stars. He sucks and licks like a madman, while I grab handfuls of hay and try not to spook the horses with my strangled screams. And when he finally pulls back, his fingers are there, curving wickedly against my walls. “Are you my good girl, Miss Novak?”

“Yes!” I hiss, my hands clawing at the straw.

“And you like my apples? You like licking them, and smelling them, and polishing them with your tongue?”

“I love them. And I’ll never give them away again.”

“Good,” he grins, his eyes gleaming like a demon. “And now I want to eat this pretty apple pie you made for me.”

I’m not sure if my brain actually melts, but I know that I black out for a second when I finally come. And when the world blinks back into view, Noah is lying beside me on the mangled hay bale, a juicy grin on his face. “Better than the real thing,” he tells me, licking his shining lips.

“A real lesson or a real dessert?” I manage to croak out.

“You didn’t think this was a real lesson? I put a lot of time into thinking up my curriculum.”

I snort. “Wow. Well then, I’d really like to read your other lesson plans.” I roll to stare at him, plucking a piece of hay out of his hawk. “You know, I thought you were really pissed at me.”

Noah huffs and plants a sloppy kiss on my mouth. “Just playing out a fantasy, sweet thing. Everyone else wants to see you belt their arse raw, but I like putting the naughty teacher in the corner.”

I flush, but then smirk into his shoulder. “Just tell me you didn’t apply for the role to get… well, a roll in the hay.”

“How else was I going to keep a close eye on you and Bratty Boy?” He stretches like a lazy cat, his muscles rippling along my side. “And it was well worth the five hundred grand it cost to set up the Master of Dressage position.”

I gawk at him, so stunned it takes a moment for me to find the words. “What?You paid… you paidhalf million dollarsto work here?”

“I’m all for giving back to the community.”

“Oh, my God, you’re insane! We could have just snuck in here after hours for free!”

“Hmmm. Breaking and entering would have made it hotter, that’s for sure. But nothing beats seeing you come all over my face in the bright light of day.”

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