Page 17 of Teach Me (Deviant Players #1)

Chapter Nine

Dr Braithwaite wanted to push my limits. He wanted me to let go of my inhibitions and give in to my urges.

It was a scene.

Role-playing.

Pretend.

But the emotions bubbling inside me were real, and so was my desire to please him. To be worthy of him. To prove I was brave enough for this lesson, even if I didn’t fully understand it.

‘Please…’ I sucked in a breath. ‘Please, Master Dan. May I suck your cock?’

‘Yes, you may,’ he said, his lips twitching with a smile. ‘Such a diligent student. So polite, isn’t she, Sir Emmerson?’

‘Hmm,’ was his only response.

‘Open those pretty lips for me. Wider. Good,’ Dan praised as I positioned myself as well as I could with Dr Braithwaite’s grip on my hair.

‘Ahh…’ Dan’s eyes closed with a low groan when I tightened my lips around his cock. He tasted salty and musky. Better than I remembered from past boyfriends. Not that I had much experience giving a blowjob, as demonstrated when I choked as he hit the back of my throat.

I withered and died from the second scoff from Dr Braithwaite. ‘Pathetic.’ He arched a brow when another traitorous tear rolled down my cheek. ‘Are you just going to cry all night?’

Dan pulled back a bit. ‘Breathe through your nose, sweetheart. There you go.’

I sniffed as I swirled my tongue around his shaft, trying to ignore Dr Braithwaite’s hard stare.

‘You should’ve watched the videos I sent you,’ he said. ‘You would’ve seen how a real sub sucks cock.’

I pulled away. ‘I’m sorry,’ I whimpered. Saliva dribbled down my cheeks to join the tears that had already wetted my chest.

‘Spare me your apologies.’ He twisted his hand in my hair, lifting my chin to Dan. ‘Again.’

I opened my mouth and tried to breathe through my nose as Dan’s cock slid over my tongue. My throat spasmed with the urge to swallow the spit pooling in my mouth, but I let him hold it there until my lungs screamed with the urge to breathe.

‘Better,’ Dr Braithwaite said. ‘Look into his eyes. Show your appreciation for every inch he’s given you.’

My gaze met Dan’s. He smiled as he pulled out to let me breathe. ‘I’m going to start moving now, okay?’

I appreciated his calming voice and guidance. It made it easier to accept his full length when he plunged back in. ‘Suck,’ he ordered, his voice gruff. ‘Show me how much you want my cock in your mouth.’

I sucked harder, a small pop emitting from my mouth as he pulled out.

‘Good,’ he groaned. ‘Keep those lips tight for me.’ Dan’s hand replaced Dr Braithwaite’s, holding my head with a gentler grip as he pushed forward again. ‘Fuck, that feels so good.’

Encouraged by his praise, I explored the silky hardness of his cock with my tongue, dragging it along the throbbing vein and swirling it around the head.

When he withdrew to the tip, I sucked hard, staring deep into his eyes.

I liked his reaction. How heavy his breathing became.

How his fingers tightened their grip on my head.

So caught up in what I could do to him, I jumped when Dr Braithwaite smacked my thigh.

‘Open your legs for me.’

My body responded to his order of its own accord, shifting my knees further apart to give Dr Braithwaite better access to my pussy. A shudder ran through me as his fingers found my clit. ‘So swollen, Ophelia,’ he murmured. ‘Do you want to come?’

Mouth full of cock, I nodded. My eyes fluttered shut as he rubbed my clit.

The bundle of nerves responded to every sweep and flick, absorbing the pleasure his fingers could gift me.

I needed that release. I wanted his praise.

Mindless with desire to please him, I could barely concentrate on Dan as Dr Braithwaite continued playing with me.

When my lips softened their grip on Dan and his cock almost slipped out, Dr Braithwaite landed a sharp slap against my pussy. I grunted, more because of the loss of his fingers than the punishment.

‘Focus, Ophelia.’ He soothed the sting with his palm, and I couldn’t help the moan he tore from my throat. ‘I’m going to fuck you with my fingers, but I won’t let you reach your climax until your mouth is full of his come. Is that clear?’

Dan pulled out to let me speak, a string of saliva connecting my wet lips to his bloated cock head. ‘Yes, Sir.’ I swallowed. ‘Please, Sir.’

‘Good. You’re finally learning.’ Dr Braithwaite pushed two fingers into me, hooking them to test my promise. His other hand found my breast. He played with my nipple as he pumped into me. ‘You’re so wet,’ he said as Dan slid his cock to the back of my throat. ‘Can you hear me fucking you?’

I could. I just couldn’t decide if I was mortified or too turned on to care.

There was no time to decide. No space for doubts.

The two men fucked my mouth and my pussy as if they were puppeteers, and I loved everything about it.

I loved being the reason for their pleasure.

I loved Dan’s groan when his cock hit the back of my throat, and Dr Braithwaite’s sharp breaths as he tried to distract me with deep thrusts of his hand.

I managed to focus on both, licking the plush cock head as Dan pulled back, then kept my mouth open for more. He grinned. ‘She’s such a good girl.’

‘A filthy little slut,’ Dr Braithwaite murmured.

‘I can’t wait to fuck some sense into you.

’ His hand pumped harder and faster into me, filling the room with wet slaps.

I moaned around Dan’s cock. ‘That’s right.

You enjoy being used by us, don’t you? You want us to fill all your holes with our come. ’

I did. It was shameful, degrading, yet I’d never felt more alive. More wanted.

His thumb swept across my clit. He teased the tight bundle of nerves by drawing circles around it whilst his other hand pinched and rolled my nipple.

Helpless and needy, I shifted my legs wider apart.

Dr Braithwaite laughed softly. ‘Look how greedy she is, Master Dan. Look at her begging me to play with her. What do you want?’ He thrust again before gliding his wet fingers to my butt. ‘You want me to fuck your arse?’

My widened eyes met Dan’s. He smirked. ‘I don’t think good girls take it up the arse, Sir Emmerson.’

‘Ah, but…’ Dr Braithwaite teased the tight muscle, circling it with a wet finger before pressing slightly.

‘She’s not a good girl. She’s a slut. Ophelia just doesn’t want to admit how much she wants to be used like a cock sleeve.

’ He entered me with the tip of one finger.

I jolted. ‘So tight,’ he murmured before kissing my neck.

‘Don’t worry. Your virgin arse can take my cock. I’ll stretch it to make it fit.’

Unsure of what to think or feel, I focused on Dan. Bobbing my head, I tried to get him where he needed to be so I could get some relief.

Dr Braithwaite withdrew his hand. ‘Master Dan, can you sit on the futon? I need better access to her holes.’

Heat flooded my cheeks when Dan pulled out. He moved the futon closer and plopped down on it. ‘Rise onto your knees, sweetheart. Sir Emmerson wants to prepare your arse while you suck me off.’

Again, the men gave me space. This time, I recognised what the pause meant – a chance to withdraw my consent. To end the scene.

My thighs trembled as I lifted my butt off my heels. With my wrists tied behind my back, I almost lost my balance when I leaned forward to take Dan’s cock back into my mouth. Dr Braithwaite gripped my arm to steady me.

‘Bend forward and spread your legs wide apart,’ he said. ‘Present your cunt. I want to see all of it.’

I jolted, ice running through my veins. He watched me intently, seeking and finding the reason for my hesitation. A firm line formed between his dark brows. ‘Now.’

I drew a sharp breath. It was only him. He’d seen me naked before. I could do this. I squeezed my eyes shut and bent forward, positioning my body as he wanted.

Dan swept up my hair, holding it back as my mouth found his cock again.

‘Good. Focus on sucking me off. That’s your only job.

’ He pressed my head against his groin. The new angle made it easier for him to hit the back of my throat.

I breathed against his pubic hair as he held me there for a long beat.

‘Good,’ he praised as I started bopping my head.

‘Suck me, sweetheart. I want to fill your mouth.’

Too focused on him, I startled when Dr Braithwaite squirted something cold on my sex. ‘As soaked as you are,’ he said, spreading it. ‘I need lube for this tight little arse.’

I tensed, choking on Dan’s cock.

‘Relax,’ Dr Braithwaite said. ‘Master Dan, did you know Ophelia doesn’t think sex is as good for women as it is for men?’

Oh God. I groaned.

‘Is that so?’ he chuckled. ‘Sounds like Ophelia’s been with men who don’t know how to get her off.’

‘She also thinks only women with a tragic past can enjoy being called a slut.’ Dr Braithwaite eased one finger inside my bum.

Moving it slowly in and out, he flicked my clit, making me groan and writhe as I fought against my body.

‘Tell me, Ophelia. What childhood trauma made you enter the club tonight with two men, knowing we’d take turns fucking you? ’

Cheeks blazing, I swirled my tongue around Dan’s shaft.

‘No answer?’ Dr Braithwaite increased his pace, making me groan.

‘No witty comeback? No theories as to why your body responds to my words? Do you hear this?’ He patted my pussy.

‘You’re soaked, and all we’ve done is tease you.

Make you suck a little cock. We’ve barely started, yet you’re trembling with need. ’

He was right; I had no childhood wounds that needed healing, just a scab he wanted to pick at. Now I was naked on my knees, rocking against his hand as he finger-fucked my arse.

‘You like being my little slut, don’t you?’ His knuckles slammed against my butt as he thrust harder. ‘Admit it.’

Never.

I groaned in disappointment when he pulled his finger out. He replaced it with something cold and firm, taking his time to ease the object inside me.