Page 19 of Teach Me (Deviant Players #1)

Chapter Ten

When I eventually opened my eyes, Dan had freed my wrists and settled me in the nook of his arm, my legs draped across his lap. He caressed my cheek. ‘Where did you go, sweetheart?’

I grunted.

He chuckled. ‘You’ve been out for a while. How are you feeling?’

‘Sore,’ I croaked, my throat raw. Wonderfully sore and well-used. I looked around. ‘Where’s, um, Sir Emmerson?’

‘He’ll be back in a minute.’ Dan cupped my breast, dragging his thumb across my nipple. Despite how worn out I was, my body still quickened. ‘Your first scene at the club… how was it?’ he asked, watching my swollen lips as he spoke.

‘Good.’ Moaning, I pressed against his hand. ‘Different. Demeaning,’ I said with a small smile. ‘But I suppose that was the point.’

‘It was, and you responded well. Sir Emmerson was right about you.’ He pinched my nipple, rolling it between his deft fingers. ‘But we’re not done with you yet.’

‘No?’ I glanced at his crotch. He’d tucked himself away, but his erection tented his trousers. ‘Did I…?’ I stared at my hands. ‘Never mind.’

He gripped my chin to lift my gaze. ‘Did you what?’

‘Did I not please you?’

‘You did very well, sweetheart.’ He ran his thumb over my bottom lip. His eyes glittered when I took it into my mouth and sucked. ‘You were willing to follow my guidance. That’s all that matters. Don’t worry. If you become a member, they’ll train you.’

I released his thumb. ‘To give blowjobs?’

‘Yes,’ he chuckled. ‘But most importantly, how to submit to a Dom.’ His gaze lifted off me. ‘Sir Emmerson is back. Why don’t you show him what a good girl you are by kneeling before him? I’m sure he’d love your warm mouth on his cock as well.’

‘I would like that.’ Dr Braithwaite chuckled as he set a drinks tray and a small plastic bowl with a flannel on the dresser. ‘Come, Ophelia,’ he ordered, snapping his fingers.

A few weeks ago, I would’ve snarled at a man for daring to treat me as a subordinate.

Or would I? The first time Dr Braithwaite revealed his dominant nature, I’d been shocked but also eager for more, willing to do anything to please him.

He still had that effect on me, so I slid off Dan’s lap and staggered towards him.

He stopped me after a few feet. ‘Crawl to me.’

My mouth fell open. I scowled as I sank to my hands and knees, but crawling towards him wasn’t like I’d imagined. It was demeaning, but I also loved the way his eyes lit up when I knelt by his feet.

‘Good girl.’ My heart swelled when he put his hand on my head. ‘How are you feeling?’

‘A little sore.’

‘I bet. I fucked your tight arse pretty hard.’ He grabbed the flannel and wrung it out over the bowl. ‘Turn around. Face down, arse up so I can clean you.’

I shook my head. My skin crawled at the thought of having everything on display like that, so I reached for the cloth. ‘I can do it myself.’

Dr Braithwaite dipped his chin, peering down at me, and I recognised the silent warning in his eyes, but I couldn’t make myself do what he wanted.

He put the cloth back in the bowl and went to the door.

Panic bloomed within me when he opened it and crooked his finger at someone out of view.

A mountainous man in dark clothing and curly ginger hair ducked his head to enter the room, so broad and tall that it took me a few blinks to notice the four naked women trailing after him.

A naked, long-legged brunette with a spiked collar around her neck entered the room first. The two blondes following her wore silk corsets and barely there G-strings.

The last woman, a curvy brunette with pouty lips, wore what I could only describe as a rope bra – an array of thin red ropes bound her heavy breasts in an intricate pattern that must’ve taken hours.

She also had a collar, but this one was adorned with jewels.

‘Room service,’ the tall man announced, letting out a throaty laugh.

‘Thank you, Marquis Theo,’ Dr Braithwaite replied.

Marquis? I shuddered when Theo’s pale irises swept over me. Yes, definitely a sadist. I could feel it in my bones. Why was he here?

‘Ophelia, meet Emily, Willow, Sophie, and…’ Dr Braithwaite smirked. ‘Georgina. What a treat.’

Which one was Georgina? I hated her already, even though she didn’t acknowledge him. None of the women did. They stood with their backs straight, heads bowed, and their hands by their sides, waiting like obedient subs. Everything I wasn’t.

Theo folded his arms, drawing my attention to the ‘M’ embroidered onto his shirt. I wondered why they were marked. Because they were dangerous? ‘I heard about your talent show,’ he said. ‘Naturally, I had to include Little G.’

Talent show?

My stomach pinched.

‘I see,’ Dr Braithwaite chuckled.

‘I’ll collect them in… twenty minutes?’ Theo asked.

‘Make it forty.’ Dr Braithwaite glanced at me. ‘I’ve a feeling this one won’t break easily.’

I winced.

Theo gripped the curvy brunette’s chin and planted a chaste kiss on her lips. ‘Make me proud, Little G.’

‘Line up in front of Ophelia,’ Dr Braithwaite ordered when the door clicked shut behind Theo.

The women obliged without a word of protest, but I kept scooting backwards until he was forced to indicate a spot for them to stand.

I expected a reprimand, but he ignored me as if I weren’t worthy of his harsh words anymore.

As if I were insignificant.

‘Very good,’ he said to the women as I fought back tears. ‘Now turn around and present your cunts.’

My breath lodged in my throat. I should’ve known better.

Everything was always a lesson with him, and this would be my toughest one because the women got on their hands and knees, their pussies on display.

Like he commanded. Like I wouldn’t do. My entire face burned as I stared at my lap, refusing to take part.

‘Ophelia.’

No, I wouldn’t look.

His voice lowered. ‘Ophelia.’

I shook my head.

Dan shifted forward, watching me and my flushed cheeks and the tears threatening to unravel me again. I knew what Dr Braithwaite was doing, and I didn’t want to hear whatever cruel words he’d say about their most intimate parts.

‘Are you safeing out?’ Dr Braithwaite asked.

The room fell silent. A tense, pin-dropping silence where only my sharp breaths could be heard. Shaking my head, I stared at a small crack in the floor. No, I wouldn’t use my safeword. I refused.

Dan joined Dr Braithwaite at the end of the row of women. My breath shuddered in my chest as the men whispered among themselves.

‘Contestant “A”,’ Dr Braithwaite announced in a booming voice, startling me. ‘Neatly trimmed. I prefer shaven, but it’s tidy and doesn’t hide the clit piercing.’

‘The labia minora slightly overhangs the majora,’ Dan said. ‘I like that. A little tease when she walks around.’

‘You’ve always been a biter,’ Dr Braithwaite murmured.

Dan laughed. ‘I wouldn’t dare bite this one. I’d end up in a dungeon.’

I glanced up just as Dr Braithwaite crouched and ran his thumb over the brunette’s pussy. She moaned softly. ‘Responsive. Doesn’t appear to have got enough attention today.’

‘Surprising, given who she belongs to,’ Dan mused.

My blood boiled when Dr Braithwaite pressed his thumb inside her and thrust a few times. The woman’s moans deepened. He laughed softly. ‘Very responsive. Well trained, aren’t you, Georgina?’

‘Yes, Sir Emmerson.’ Her arms trembled as he continued teasing her, alternating between shallow thrusts and drawing slick circles around her clit piercing.

I burned with embarrassment, anger, and something else I didn’t want to identify. I’d shared a secret with him in confidence, and he’d turned it into a group session to teach me a lesson. Would he fuck them to prove his point?

Or was this an audition for a sub to replace me?

My heart sank at the thought.

His eyes met mine briefly as he looked up at Dan. ‘A fine contestant.’

‘Agreed.’

They continued down the line, praising and teasing the women. I told myself not to look, but the compliments were impossible to tune out.

‘Such a pretty snatch.’

‘Utterly fuckable.’

‘This little clit is begging for attention.’

‘She smells heavenly.’

‘Perfection.’

By the time they reached the last woman, I wanted to be next. I wanted the compliments. I wanted to pass his inspection.

It annoyed me because this was a game. He had got inside my head. He’d found a scab to pick on, and now he wanted me to acknowledge the wound and allow him to heal it.

It wasn’t a wound.

It was a mistake.

Tears burned my eyes. I wiped at them, annoyed with myself.

My relationship with Luke only lasted a couple of months. I’d dumped him when he’d shown me a picture of his favourite porn actress and claimed, “This is what you’re supposed to look like.”

His behaviour and crass comments had put me off sex – and men – for months. Festered inside me until my only option was to purge it by writing my dissertation about the harmful effects of pornography, intending to prove its correlation to sexual deviancy.

None of the women in front of me looked like that actress. They were all unique, with subtle differences that drew the men’s attention. They discussed and caressed, lavishing so much praise that my arm shot into the air.

Dr Braithwaite straightened. ‘Yes, Ophelia?’

I opened and closed my mouth, my courage burning to ashes under his intense gaze. ‘Sir…’ I sniffed and tried again. ‘Sir, may I join?’

The corner of his mouth twitched. He glanced at Dan. ‘What do you think? Do we have space for another contestant?’

Dan pointed to the end of the row. ‘Make it quick.’

I hurried across the floor, positioned myself like the other women, and prayed this was the right decision.

A curtain of my hair blocked my view of the other women, but their laboured breathing and the coiled tension in the room seeped into my pores. It seemed so ridiculous waiting for a man’s approval like this, but I wanted it regardless.