Page 14 of Teach Me (Deviant Players #1)

I counted to five before daring to meet his eyes, intending to apologise and explain my lack of basic motor skills, but I could barely catch my breath when the vibrator took me to the edge. My whole body tensed as I anticipated tumbling over it and coming apart in this stranger’s arms.

I clenched a fistful of his shirt. ‘I’m so… I’m so…’ The apology got stuck when the vibrations stopped so suddenly that I was left gasping. What the hell? Bewildered – and pissed off – I shot a glare towards where Dr Braithwaite sat.

‘Ah, I see what’s going on.’ Dan laughed softly. ‘You’re with Emmerson, aren’t you?’

‘Emmerson?’ I blinked repeatedly. ‘Oh, you mean – how do you know him?’

He guided me onto the dance floor and wrapped an arm around my waist. ‘We were roommates at Cambridge.’

‘University?’ I put my hand on his shoulder, blowing out a long breath. The break in vibrations was a welcome pause. ‘Are you also a lecturer?’

The music shifted to a slower beat, and the others on the dance floor merged into couples. Dan held me close to his body as we swayed. ‘No, I’m a therapist. Academics were always more his forte.’

The flashing lights reflected off his dark hair and lit up his eyes.

Probing eyes that knew all my secrets, including the now dormant toy deep inside me.

His lopsided grin suggested he also knew why someone like me, a woman who had never imagined herself in a situation like this, would wear a vibrator in public.

My heels clicked against the sticky floor as I moved with Dan. ‘Why do I suspect you know what’s going on?’

‘How do you mean?’ he asked innocently, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

‘Doctor Braithwaite – Emmerson, I mean. He didn’t tell you about me, did he? We’ve never met, yet you knew I was here with him.’

His smile broadened, flashing white teeth. ‘I know him well enough to recognise the signs.’ He looked at someone behind me. ‘Don’t I?’

‘Signs of what?’

My whole body tingled when Dr Braithwaite put his hand on my lower back. ‘Mind if I cut in?’

It took a conscious effort not to spin around and hump his leg. Every inch of me wanted him. I wanted to breathe only his scent. Wanted to drown in his taste. Wanted to hear only his deep voice.

Dan stepped back, but Dr Braithwaite didn’t take his place in front of me. Instead, he pulled me against his chest, his erection pressing against my back. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, letting him continue this slow game of seduction, of power and control.

He swept my hair off my shoulder and pressed his lips against my flushed skin. ‘You’ve done well. I’m proud of you.’

His praise warmed my whole body. ‘Can we go now?’

‘Not yet.’ He pressed his hand against my stomach as he moved us to the beat. ‘I want to feel you come first.’

‘What?’ I glanced at the other dancers. ‘You can’t be serious. People can see us.’

‘I know.’ The vibrator buzzed to life again, and my head dropped back against his chest. ‘You’ll still come for me, won’t you?’

I bit my lip, holding back a moan. ‘I can’t – they’ll see me.’

‘Ignore them.’ He turned us to face Dan, who was back at the bar, sipping his drink. ‘You like being watched, Ophelia. Let him see you come.’

I groaned and shook my head. ‘I don’t know him.’

‘But I do.’ Dr Braithwaite nipped at my neck, his hot breath tickling my skin. ‘He wants to watch you.’

Maybe he did. Dan paid more attention to me than to his drink. He watched my body’s small jerks with every shock of pleasure. Watched as I squeezed my thighs together and bit my lip to hold back my moans.

Dr Braithwaite guided my body into a slow rhythm. My muscles objected to every move. It wanted to hide from those intense eyes watching us. It wanted to be alone with Dr Braithwaite. I shut my eyes.

He nipped my shoulder, sending a jolt of electricity through me. ‘Eyes.’

I reluctantly opened them. A sharp gasp escaped me as he cupped my pussy over my dress, his long finger just grazing my clit.

I stared wide-eyed at Dan as Dr Braithwaite continued stroking.

Not hard enough to make me come, but with enough pressure to make my knees tremble and turn me into a heaving ball of need.

‘Do you want me to fuck you?’ he rasped in my ear. ‘Do you want my cock stretching your tight little cunt?’

I shuddered. ‘Yes.’

‘Then earn your reward, baby girl.’ He snaked his hand between us and slipped it under my dress. ‘Widen your stance.’

I quickly glanced around. It was too dark for anyone to see, so I stepped my legs a little further apart.

‘Good girl,’ he said, flicking my clit, and I whimpered as my head fell back against him. ‘Show him how stunning you are when you come.’

I didn’t want to look at Dan, but my eyes were drawn to him as Dr Braithwaite rubbed my clit, drawing small circles, increasing the pressure until he found my weakness.

My climax grew closer, an inevitable edge I wanted – and didn’t want – to jump off.

I slowly rocked against his hand, craving harder strokes.

‘I need more,’ I panted.

‘I know. We can end this now.’

‘What?’

‘The experiment.’

Although I’d considered it many times, the idea of him offering me a way out came as a shock. I tried to turn around, but he tightened his grip on me, keeping me pressed against his chest as his fingers worked me closer and closer to the edge.

‘We can stop this now’ – he stilled his hand, his voice dropping to a dark octave – ‘or you can accept the next phase.’

I gripped his hand. ‘Don’t.’ I was so close that I would lose my mind if he left me hanging again. One more stroke of his finger and all this tension could be released.

‘Then answer my question.’ His lips brushed against my ear as he spoke. ‘What do you want?’

‘You,’ I said honestly. His erection pressed against my lower back. I wanted him inside me now, even if we were in public. ‘I want you to fuck me. I want to kiss you and?—’

He took my earlobe between his teeth and tugged. ‘You haven’t earned it yet, but you can. Do you accept the next phase?’

‘What is it?’ I pressed against his hand. ‘Please.’

He bit me again, harder. ‘It’s a yes or no question, Ophelia. Don’t make me ask you again.’

I tensed at his words, but desire clawed at my brain, turning it into mush. ‘Yes,’ I panted. ‘Yes, I accept.’

He nudged my legs wider apart and slid a finger inside me, bumping against the vibrator.

My muscles tensed in horror as he dipped slowly in and out, teasing the sensitive tissue.

‘So wet,’ he murmured as he spread my arousal over my clit.

‘You claim you don’t want to be watched, that you don’t like being fucked in public, but your body betrays you, Ophelia. ’

‘You conditioned me,’ I objected.

‘Did I?’ He rubbed my clit, weakening my knees. ‘Or did I unlock what was already in you?’

Unsure how to answer that, I kept my gaze on Dan, not wanting to be deprived again. I allowed him to watch me as the pressure of my orgasm built with every sweep of Dr Braithwaite’s fingers.

‘You still deny it…’ He chuckled. ‘Spread your legs wider for me, my pretty slut. Give my hand all the space it needs to make you come.’

I shifted my legs further apart and moved with him as he played with my body. A fine mist of sweat broke out across my skin as pure pleasure tingled up my thighs. ‘I’m going to come,’ I whimpered, asking for permission without realising it.

‘Come. Soak my hand.’

I whimpered, hating and loving his words. My breathing became erratic as I feverishly bucked against his hand and came with a panted moan of his name. The onslaught of pleasure almost buckled my knees, but he held me upright as I rode it out.

At the bar, Dan quirked another smile before sipping his wine as if he often watched Dr Braithwaite do this with women.

It was a disturbing thought for many reasons.

I didn’t want to imagine Dr Braithwaite with anyone else, and I wasn’t sure what kind of friendship they had.

Did they share women? Did they often take someone out in public to watch them get off?

Dr Braithwaite yanked on the cord to the vibrator, pocketed it, and straightened my dress. ‘Well done, Ophelia.’

I stared at my shoes. ‘Can we go now?’

‘Yes.’ He kissed my cheek. ‘Where’s your coat?’

‘I didn’t bring one. Where are we going?’ I stumbled when he pushed me forward, guiding me towards the exit with a firm grip around my hip.

Dan fell in step beside us. Was he coming? I stared ahead, torn between trepidation and excitement for whatever they had planned.