Page 16 of Teach Me (Deviant Players #1)

Dan leaned against the fireplace, silently observing me as I struggled with my bra clasp.

‘Let me help you.’ Dr Braithwaite placed his warm hands on my shoulders, squeezing lightly when I jumped. ‘There’s no need to be nervous.’

‘I’ve never done this before.’ I sucked in a breath when Dan stepped in front of me. They were taller and broader than me, and being sandwiched between them made my heart skip a few beats. ‘With two men,’ I clarified.

‘I know.’ Dr Braithwaite swept my hair off my shoulder and lightly bit the exposed skin. ‘But you want to be our little slut for the evening, don’t you?’

Flushing, I stared at Dan’s chest. Some videos I had watched reminded me of the scenario he had set up for me. One woman. Two men. God, I was out of my comfort zone, yet my heart fluttered with excitement.

Dan lifted my chin. His eyes darkened with lust and something wicked that sent another wave of tremors through my body. ‘She’s not a slut, Sir Emmerson. You’re a good girl, aren’t you?’

I tensed as Dr Braithwaite unhooked my bra. When he pulled it off, I cupped my breasts, feeling vulnerable and exposed.

Dan shook his head. ‘Don’t cover yourself up, Ophelia. You’re a beautiful woman.’

‘She’s a dirty little whore,’ Dr Braithwaite said as he slid my soaked pants down my legs. His palm hit my butt, startling me again. ‘Spread your legs for me. Let me see if you’re wet enough for my cock.’

Blinking rapidly, I widened my stance. I should be horrified. A part of me was, but his words also affected my body in a way I’d never imagined. I wanted to hear more. Wanted to feel more. When he slid his hand up my thigh, I closed my eyes, breathing slowly.

His fingers brushed over my wet sex. ‘As I thought, you’re an eager little slut, Ophelia.’ He pushed two digits into me. My eyes pinged open. ‘You loved having me control your body at the nightclub, didn’t you?’

‘Y-yes,’ I breathed.

He pulled his fingers out. ‘Yes, Sir ,’ he corrected.

‘Yes, Sir.’

Dan’s brows quirked in amusement. ‘I liked your performance earlier.’ He gently pulled my hands away from my breasts. ‘Your body was made to be enjoyed in front of men.’

‘Made to be fucked in every hole.’ Dr Braithwaite thrust his fingers for a few hard pumps before spreading my arousal around the tight rosebud of my arse. I tensed. ‘Relax,’ he chuckled. ‘I’m only warming you up. I’ll claim your arse tonight, but not yet. You haven’t earned it, Ophelia.’

‘Umm.’ I couldn’t speak. His long fingers skimmed over my aching flesh to find my clit. When he pinched it, I let out a half-moan, half-squeak. ‘I haven’t done that before.’

‘Done what?’ Dr Braithwaite whispered in my ear. ‘Say the words, Ophelia.’

Dan cupped my breasts. He swept his thumbs over my nipples, hardening them. His gentle caress was so at odds with Dr Braithwaite’s possessive moves that I wasn’t sure who I should focus on.

‘Say it,’ Dr Braithwaite ordered. ‘Tell us what you haven’t done before. Tell us what you want .’

‘Good girls don’t say filthy things like that.

’ Dan lowered his head to take my nipple into his mouth.

My pulse sped as he sucked hard before flicking the hardened bud with his tongue.

I curled and uncurled my fingers by my side as the men toyed with my body, not knowing what to do with my hands again.

I wanted to pull Dan closer, but I also wanted to touch Dr Braithwaite.

Wanted to turn around and finally kiss him.

But I hadn’t earned it yet.

‘Ophelia.’ Dr Braithwaite slowed his thrusts. ‘I asked you a question.’

Pleasure coursed through me, and I couldn’t find my words. ‘Umm…’ Dan released my nipple with a pop before moving to the other one. ‘Umm,’ I breathed again.

‘“Umm” isn’t an answer,’ Dr Braithwaite said sternly. I whimpered when he pulled away. ‘You seem to have a problem with your hands and your tongue,’ he said, collecting a silk scarf from a dresser. ‘I think it’s time I took control of them, don’t you?’

‘O-okay,’ I stammered, my mind blown to pieces by this man.

His voice was deeper than before. It matched the dark desire in his eyes as he appraised me from across the room.

His friend was nipping at my breasts, but Dr Braithwaite had all my attention.

I licked my lips as he walked towards me, a slow, almost predatory approach that sent my arousal spiralling.

Dr Braithwaite took my wrists and pressed them to my lower back. Winding the silk around them, he murmured, ‘Master Dan will fuck your mouth whilst I play with your pussy and arse.’ He pulled the silk tight. ‘Is that understood?’

My body’s reaction to his demand was instant, a delicious thrill coursing through me. ‘Yes.’ I let out a startled squeak when he slapped my butt. ‘Yes, Sir,’ I quickly corrected.

‘Good. Now kneel.’

And there it was, the order I’d dreaded and longed for.

Dr Braithwaite understood my hesitation. It was in the slight curl of his lips and the glint in his eyes. Dan stepped back, giving me space to make this decision.

The air was thick and heavy around us, my laboured breaths the only sound.

I didn’t take my eyes off Dr Braithwaite’s.

If it were anyone else, I would’ve refused the order, but I saw more than lust in his gaze.

I saw respect, trust, and a tenderness that warmed my heart, so I sank to my knees and offered my submission.

‘Good girl,’ Dr Braithwaite purred.

‘So obedient,’ Dan said as he freed his cock. The thick head glistened with pre-cum, tempting me to taste it, but he stepped back when I leaned forward to do so. ‘Ask nicely,’ he said, peering down at me with his fingers wrapped around his shaft.

Cheeks burning, I whispered, ‘Please.’

Dr Braithwaite lowered himself to his knees behind me. He wound his fingers around my hair, pulling my head back. ‘You can do better than that. Ask him nicely if you can suck him off.’

I swallowed tightly. ‘Please, may I…?’ The words got stuck again.

A sharp tsk came from behind me. ‘She pretends to be innocent, but she’s not. Tell Master Dan what you did at the library, Ophelia.’

‘The library?’ Dan slowly stroked himself. ‘Did you read a naughty book?’

‘A book, no.’ Dr Braithwaite pointed to the sofa. ‘Get your arse on that and show him what you did in front of that window, Ophelia. Show him what a slutty student you are. So needy for a good fuck that you’ll risk your degree just to get off.’

My breath halted.

He yanked my head to the side, exposing my neck. His teeth sank into my sensitive skin, a sharp nip followed by a sharp demand. ‘Tell him how you failed to prove me wrong. You are a deviant, aren’t you?’

‘N-no,’ I answered, but was I? I tugged on my bound hands, wanting to get away from Dan’s probing gaze.

He seemed surprised, even confused by Dr Braithwaite’s accusation, as I had imagined people I knew would look if they found out, and panic gripped me.

‘No, I’m not deviant. I – you ordered me to. ’

Dr Braithwaite’s raspy laugh deepened the mockery. ‘She blames me, Master Dan. I was just in my office, marking papers, wasn’t I, Ophelia? Then I looked outside and saw you on a table with your fingers pumping into your cunt.’

‘In the library?’ Dan chuckled. ‘No, a good girl like you wouldn’t do that.’

‘It was him.’ Tears fogged my vision. ‘He told me?—’

‘I told you to fuck yourself in the library?’ Dr Braithwaite tsked. ‘To put your cunt on display for the whole campus? Does that sound like something I would do?’

I swallowed and swallowed, fighting the urge to cry as he stole every argument I had.

‘No,’ Dan answered. ‘But Ophelia’s a good girl…’ He took a step forward, bringing his cock to within an inch of my face. ‘She’d never suck cock for a good grade.’

‘That’s—’ I gasped a breath. ‘I’d never do that!’

‘Oh, but she would,’ Dr Braithwaite cooed in my ear. ‘I found her in my office, bent over my desk, wearing nothing but a pair of slutty boots. Her pretty little cunt on display.’ He nipped my earlobe. ‘It was gushing for me, wasn’t it? Dripping down your thighs.’

‘She bent over your desk?’ Dan’s fist moved faster up and down his shaft. ‘Did you spank her? I would have.’

‘I was tempted.’ Dr Braithwaite caught my eye when the first tear rolled down my cheek. ‘Aw, look at her pretty tears, Master Dan.’

‘She’d be prettier with my cock down her throat.’

‘She’s be stunning with my handprint on her arse.’ Dr Braithwaite chuckled. ‘Oh, wait. You wanted to be spanked with a ruler, didn’t you?’

Dan winced. ‘Ouch. That hurts.’

‘Yes, but it’s what she wants, isn’t it?’

He was right. Unable to run from the truth, I swallowed to hold back a sob.

‘Do you know how to suck cock, or do I have to teach you that as well?’ Dr Braithwaite looked around. ‘I should get a ruler. Smack your pussy every time you fuck up. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?’

‘Of course, she knows how to please a man,’ Dan said. ‘You said she was one of your best students.’

A scoff came from behind me. ‘She hasn’t earned a distinction in anything but making a mess on my floor.’

I glared at him out of the corner of my eye. ‘I know how.’

Dr Braithwaite leaned in. ‘You know how to do what? Say the words, filthy girl.’

‘I know how to…’ I wetted my lips. ‘Give a blowjob.’

‘A blowjob?’ His laugh echoed in the room, pecking at my resolve like a woodpecker. ‘I should give you to one of the sadists for the evening.’

‘Sadists?’ I squeaked. He wouldn’t.

‘A ruler is foreplay to them, isn’t it, Master Dan?’

Dan scoffed. ‘You don’t give a good girl like her to the Marquises.’

‘Marquises?’ The manager was a sadist?

‘I won’t if she proves me wrong.’ Dr Braithwaite pressed me forward. ‘Ask him nicely for permission to blow him. I’ll make my decision based on your performance.’

His voice was stern, his hand on my back commanding. He treated me as the slut he proclaimed I was, and I had a choice to make. I could become what he envisioned me as, or I could run away and pretend I was a good girl.