Page 7 of Pleasure Lessons

CASSANDRA

I can’t believe this is happening. It shouldn’t be happening. I should be back at the estate and in my room where I’m supposed to be–not here at Rhett’s apartment, lying naked beneath him, staring up at his gorgeous, sculpted physique, my eyes tracing every line of his very toned muscles.

He’s an Adonis. A Greek god. A man who must have made countless women drool in his time walking the planet. He could have any woman he wants, and yet for some reason, he’s chosen me.

My heart is working overtime as I try to keep myself together. I’ve never been naked in front of a man before. I’d never even kissed a man until Rhett. Now he’s staring down at me like I’m a miracle he never thought he deserved. Like he’s lucky to have me.

If anyone here’s the lucky one, it’s me.

His gaze devours me as he drags his eyes up and down my body.

It’s so intimate, yet I don’t feel embarrassed or ashamed.

I feel proud, like I’m his prize. His trophy.

Something rare and delicate, meant to be treasured.

His eyes are so filled with passion and hunger that it’s like he wants more than just my body.

He wants me . All of me. I can feel it in my bones. All the way into the core of my being.

His massive manhood takes my breath away. It’s so thick and beautiful, pulsing with need, like a symbol of his masculinity, and for some reason, I can’t stop thinking about the fact that its purpose is to impregnate me.

“Look what you’ve done to me, angel,” he growls, his voice warm and sexy. “I’ve never been this hard in my entire life.”

Heat swells through my thighs, rising up into my stomach. I twist beneath him on the bed, on fire with his praise. All I can do is nod. I can’t speak. I don’t even trust myself to be able to put a sentence together. All I trust right now is the pounding of intense desire coursing through my blood.

And Rhett, of course.

He takes my hand and guides it between his legs. His other hand grips my hip, gently but possessive at the same time. “Remember what I said,” he whispers. “A man wants to feel wanted too. Show me how badly you want me, angel.”

I gulp hard, my nervousness returning. I have no idea what I’m doing or what he wants as I slide my hands up his thighs, slow and unsure, until I reach his cock, sticking out like a mast on a ship. Hesitantly, I take it between my fingers.

It twitches, pulsing like a heartbeat. His breath catches, and he nods. “That’s right. Just like that.”

His praise spurs me forward, and I wrap both hands around his girth, but he’s so goddamn thick that my fingers don’t even meet in the middle. He’s just too big; it’s stunning. When I look up at him, he’s already smiling. He knows exactly what I’m thinking.

“Just like this.” He guides me, his hands around mine, moving them up and down, showing me how to stroke his shaft.

So this is how you do it…

His eyes roll back in his head, and he lets out a groan of satisfaction that lights me up inside. I move faster, driven by instinct and an aching desire to please him. To make him groan more and show me that what I’m doing is right.

My mouth starts to water, and I look down at what I’m doing–at his hard-on that I can’t even get my hands around. And I feel the urge to go further. To do more.

“Men like it when you…use your mouth, right?” I somehow manage to ask. Rhett’s eyes flash, and I feel his cock pulse in my fingers again. So strong. So hard.

“Damn right they do,” he replies.

“I should…learn how to do that?” My cheeks are on fire. Rhett’s gaze is burning, and he has me melting as I look back at him. I’m actually dying to get my lips around him, but I’m also starting to quiver with just how nervous I am.

He nods, tracing my jaw with his hand. “Absolutely. I’ll show you just what to do.”

The next thing I know, Rhett has a fistful of my hair and is pushing my head down. I gasp, not from shock or surprise but from just how much his display of force and power turns me on.

Then, there it is in front of me. His massive cock, thick and veiny. Swollen with arousal, and I have no idea what to do with it. And Rhett knows it.

“Kiss it, angel,” he tells me, stroking the back of my neck. “Start slowly if you need to.”

My lips are trembling as I open my mouth. What if I screw this up and he doesn’t want to be with me anymore? I let my eyes flick up to his, but all I see is encouragement and approval, which gives me the courage to continue.

I do as he says and kiss the tip, causing his cock to jump and slap me in the cheek. He chuckles, and I giggle, extending my tongue and tracing the line of his crown.

“Goddamn, baby,” he groans. “You’re gonna drive me crazy.”

His praise is like a drug. All I want is more.

I open my mouth wider and go down on him, taking as much of his cock into my mouth as I possibly can–which in comparison to his impressive length is really not much. But it’s okay. Rhett seems to like it and grabs two firm fistfuls of my hair as he lets out another long, deep groan.

“That’s it. Relax. Take it down your throat.”

I try to go deeper, wanting to please him more, but before I can, he pulls me off and up and kisses me like two lovers reuniting after years of being apart. My heart blooms like a rose in the sunlight. My breath trembles. “Rhett…”

“You’re a quick learner, angel,” he says.

I don’t hesitate with what I say next.

“I want you inside me.” His eyes narrow, and a hint of a smile creeps over his lips. “I want you to take me. Be my first time.”

“Are you sure, Cassandra?” he asks. “Because once I have you, I won’t be able to give you back. You’ll be mine. For good.”

All I can do is nod. “Yes. I understand.”

He growls like a man being torn apart from the inside out. “Okay. Then I’m going to make this absolutely perfect for you.”

Breath escapes my lungs as he shoves me down onto my back and presses his body on top of mine. His cock, hard as a rod of hot steel, pulses against my belly, teasing my pussy mound as he moves his hips like we’re dancing together.

My entire body tingles as he kisses down my neck, across my collarbone, then pauses at my breasts.

He closes his lips around my left nipple, and I arch off the bed, moaning softly as he sucks and circles with his tongue.

He’s firm and possessive but also gentle as he takes his time, lavishing me with his attention before moving to the other breast as his hand trails lower between my thighs.

My lips part as he touches me there . Where I was touching myself last night as I imagined him as the hero from my book.

“You’re already wet for me,” he says softly in my ear. “Christ, you’re absolutely soaked.”

“Is that…bad?” I ask hesitantly.

Rhett props himself up and looks down at me like I’ve just said the dumbest thing in the world. Then he smiles and shakes his head like a comforting father.

“Bad? Cassandra, it’s the biggest turn-on in the world.”

“M–men like that?” I ask.

He nods and gently parts me with a finger, sending a rush of sensation through my body. He traces the line of my slit, then takes that same finger and slips it into his mouth, sucking it clean of my slick.

My jaw falls open. I’m just not ready for this. Nowhere near. I thought I was, but I’m not.

He presses his finger inside me, causing my hips to jerk at the intrusion, but then instantly my whole body gives itself over to him. “Don’t worry, angel. I’ve got you,” he says, soothing me with his voice. “Let me open you up. Get you ready for my thick cock.”

I can’t do anything but lie there as he works me gently, so gently, with a single finger, giving me sensations I’ve never felt in such a way before.

I’m so sensitive, and when he adds another finger, my toes curl, and my stomach goes tense.

I nearly clamp down on his hand with my thighs as they clench together.

“Rhett–” I gasp.

“I know, angel. I know. I think you’re ready now.”

He spreads my legs wide and kneels between them, the crown of his cock positioned at my breach. I’m tingling all over with anticipation and freeze a little when he presses forward and begins to spread my entrance.

“Breathe,” he instructs me. “Don’t worry. I’ll go slow, my innocent little angel.”

I nod, his words filling me with trust. Elation. I force myself to relax and take a deep breath.

He pushes in.

And oh my God, the pain. A sharp pang of pain from the stretch wrenches through me. But it’s not just pain–it’s more than that. So much more. It’s pleasure, it’s wonder, it’s excitement. I feel overwhelmed as my body struggles and adapts to take him in.

The pain is there for just another moment–just a tiny little sting–and then it’s gone.

Then, amazement .

I’m full, complete, sparkling with sensations I never could have imagined, not even from the most vivid pages of my romance novels. “Rhett,” I moan, reaching up and snatching him by his broad shoulders. “You’re–you’re so big.”

“How would you know?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“I–I wouldn’t…I just–”

He shuts me up with a finger to my lips and grins. “I’m only teasing, angel. But you’re right. I am big. And you know what else?”

“What?” I ask as he lifts his finger, pushing deeper.

“You’re gonna take it all.” His words launch me into space. I can’t handle what’s happening. “This pussy belongs to me now.”

I cry out as he finds the spot inside me that makes everything explode. A climax beyond anything I ever imagined possible wracks my body, causing my muscles to tense and my back to nearly break as it arches up off the bed.

“Rhett!”

“That’s it,” he growls. “Tell me, angel. Tell me how good I make you feel.”

“Is that–what you want!?” I manage to somehow stammer as my orgasm courses through me, threatening to shred me to pieces.

“Tell me!” he barks, impaling me with his full length.

“I love it! I love your dick!” I cry out, tears spilling from my eyes. It’s overwhelming. Like being hit by lightning. Pleasure rocks through every single nerve ending, and I scream his name as he pumps hard like a piston, driving deep inside me and rocking the bed with every thrust.

“I normally don’t do this,” he whispers, bringing his lips to my ear. “But seeing as how you’re already coming, I might as well come too.”

Before I can even process what he’s said, I feel it.

A fierce jet of hot, sticky slick sprays inside of me, coating my walls, spilling out of me and dripping down my butt and onto the sheets.

Oh my God. He’s coming inside me.

My heart cracks open as I realize the implications, accept them, and relish them. “I love you, Rhett,” I confess without hesitation or embarrassment.

He groans as his cock continues to pulse inside me, and we ride our orgasmic waves together through a moment of chained mutual bliss.

And when his massive frame settles onto my body, nearly crushing me beneath his weight, all I can do is pant and sob and trace the lines of his muscles aimlessly with my fingertip, and count myself as the luckiest woman in the world.

But then it hits me.

He didn’t say he loved me back.

“Rhett?” I ask hesitantly. “Did you…hear what I said?”

His body goes tense. Did I confess too early? Have I ruined everything?

He raises himself up on his elbows and looks down at me, his eyes dark with something dangerous. Maybe fear? But what could a man like Rhett ever possibly be afraid of.

He nods. “I heard you.”

“And do you…should I not have said that?” I’m blushing. I shake my head, realizing I’m destroying the most beautiful moment of my life. Regret fills me instantly. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have–”

“Don’t apologize,” he tells me. “It’s my fault. I didn’t say it back, Cassandra, because–well because you’re engaged to another man. To Arthur.”

I let out a heavy sigh of relief and gently stroke Rhett’s cheek. “I can’t marry Arthur. I’ve never wanted to. You know that.”

I’m pretty sure I see his eyes light up briefly before he looks away, and when he looks back, it’s like he’s pondering something. Plotting something.

“He can destroy me. You know that, don’t you?” I nod timidly. He’s right. With all that wealth, Arthur is extremely powerful. “He can destroy you too.”

“So…that’s it?” I ask. “There’s just no way?”

“Now hang on a minute,” Rhett cuts me off, leaning close and pressing his lips to mine.

Even a simple kiss from him sends me soaring.

“I didn’t say that. I just want you to understand that if you make the decision to leave him and go with me, there’s no going back. It’s ride or die. All or nothing.”

I nod immediately. “I understand. So what do we do?”

There’s a long silence.

“I’m not sure,” he replies. “But I have an idea.”

That’s all I need to hear. With him still hard and swollen inside me, I lean in and kiss his chest, grinding my hips from side to side to get him started up again. And it doesn’t take more than a second for him to take the hint.

My head falls back and my jaw hangs open as he makes love to me, and I let myself fall into a floating void of bliss. I may not know what the future holds, but I know one thing for certain: I will never belong to another man. Ever .