Page 20 of Teach Me (Deviant Players #1)

My shoulders tensed when one of them crossed the room. Water trickled into a bowl. Dr Braithwaite was getting the flannel. He got what he wanted. I glared at the floor when he returned.

It didn’t matter that he’d won this fight. I wanted his compliments.

The promised praise.

The balm for my wound.

But he said nothing when he returned. Neither of them did. They stood behind me and looked, judging in silence, letting the fear take root. The lump in my throat grew bigger and bigger until a sob rushed past my lips.

‘Shh.’ A warm hand pressed against my back, deepening its arch. Another patted my inner thigh, widening the gap between my legs. The moist flannel pressed against my sex. He held it there for a few seconds before gently cleaning off his come. I winced.

‘Hmm,’ was his only response.

‘What a shame,’ Dan murmured.

What was he talking about? What did they see? More tears flooded my eyes. I wept in silence, my fingers curling against the cold floor as I fought the urge to run out the door. I was a mere breath away from using my safeword when a firm hand gripped my hip, stilling the worst of my tremors.

‘We need to work on your posture,’ Dr Braithwaite said with a low tut. ‘And no more anal for you this week.’

‘Aww,’ Dan teased. ‘Guess I’ll have to make do with her pretty pussy.’

I startled when a finger feathered across my clit. He rubbed small circles until the tension eased from my shoulders, and I pressed back against his hand.

‘A pleasing response,’ Dr Braithwaite said. ‘This cunt looks well-appreciated. Still glistening.’ His thumb brushed across my clit again before pressing inside me. ‘And so tight.’

‘Beautiful,’ Dan concurred. ‘I’d love a sample.’

‘Mhmm,’ Dr Braithwaite groaned. ‘I don’t know if I can share this one… Look how wet she gets for me.’

‘Don’t be greedy. A simple fuck won’t do. I need a taste.’

I breathed hard, struggling to keep my moans back as Dr Braithwaite thrust his finger faster. My teeth clamped around my bottom lip as he replaced one finger with two, then I gasped in disappointment when he pulled his hand back.

‘Let’s see if we can turn up the volume.’ He collected something from a drawer. ‘Time for the talent part of this competition, ladies.’

I stiffened. Talent?

‘Ophelia.’ Dr Braithwaite gripped my hip again. ‘You’re already familiar with this toy.’ He tapped the vibrator against my clit before sliding it inside me. ‘Keep it inside, baby girl.’

My muscles tightened and loosened around the toy while he moved down the line, preparing each woman for whatever would come next.

Then the vibration started, a low, deep buzz within my core.

My body craved every sensation, but my mind still screamed at me to bolt out the door.

The loud music at the club had drowned out my moans.

Now the responses he wanted came from the other women, loud, breathy moans from everyone except me.

Dr Braithwaite’s footfalls headed my way. ‘I want to see how you make those pretty cunts gush. Use your fingers, ladies. If I’m not happy with your effort, I’ll send you to Marquis Theo’s dungeon.’ He leaned down to rasp in my ear, ‘He’s a sadist, Ophelia. You noticed that about him, didn’t you?’

A shiver ran through me.

He swept my hair away from my face. ‘Touch yourself, baby girl. Show us how you make that pretty pussy come.’ His eyes glittered with mischief. ‘Make me proud.’

That was what Theo had said to Georgina before he left the room, and a glance confirmed she had no problem following his order. Cheek pressed against the floor, she’d snaked one hand between her legs to rub her clit. Her eyes were closed. Her pouty lips parted as she moaned.

‘You can do it, baby girl.’

I swallowed my inhibitions and copied her position, closing my eyes to block out everything except the task at hand.

Dr Braithwaite remained beside me as my fingertips danced across my clit before finally settling into a familiar pattern, quick sweeps followed by longer strokes to fuel that fire crawling up my thighs.

‘Good. Look how well you touch yourself. Are you watching her, Master Dan?’

‘Fuck, yes,’ he groaned somewhere behind me. ‘I want to sink deep into that pussy. I want it strangling my cock as she comes.’

I rubbed faster, spurred on by his deep voice and the hungry eyes watching every gasp and soft moan roll over my swollen lips.

‘I want in your mouth so badly.’ Dr Braithwaite slipped his thumb inside my mouth and groaned when I sucked hard.

‘But not as badly as I want to eat you out. I want you dripping down my chin, Ophelia. And when you’ve come on my tongue, I want to kiss you so you know how good you taste. Do you want that?’

I managed a nod between deeper moans.

He pulled his hand back to tweak my nipple. ‘Good girl. Keep working for your reward.’

My fingers slipped on the slickness of my pussy as I increased speed, chasing my release with a hunger I barely recognised. I forgot my butt was high in the air. I forgot the women beside me. All I could see was the pride in his smile when my moans grew louder, deeper, needier.

‘Such a beautiful sound.’ He glanced up as a woman cried out down the line. ‘An orchestra of pleasure, Master Dan.’

‘Well done, sweetheart,’ Dan praised the woman.

A second cry filled the air. The sub beside me breathed deeper, faster, but I wanted to get there first. I channelled the men’s attention into my pleasure. My fingers quickened. My breaths grew shallow. It was right there…

So damn close. I just needed…

‘Come,’ Dr Braithwaite ordered, and my body obeyed him like the puppet he’d turned me into.

‘Oh fuck,’ I cried out as I lost myself in the blinding heat. A deep male laugh registered weakly in the seemingly endless waves of pleasure rolling through my body, forgotten by the time I collapsed on the floor.

A sharp swat came against my butt. ‘Language,’ Dr Braithwaite chastised, but I smiled at the hint of amusement in his voice.

The last two women came with equal force as I breathed against the floorboards. Dr Braithwaite praised them for their efforts while Dan collected the toys. ‘It’s simply impossible to pick a winner, Marquis Theo, so I’ll keep the trophy to myself.’

I scrambled onto my knees, eyeing the tall man standing by the open door.

A sadist. A living, breathing deviant. The worst of their kind.

Part of me wanted to dive into his mind to find what had caused this depravity, but every time those unusually pale eyes met mine, I wanted to hide behind Dr Braithwaite.

Theo’s crooked smile didn’t help, or how he tipped his chin in my direction like he’d singled me out for a private tour of his dungeon. ‘I’m pleased I caught the last few minutes of your show, Sir Emmerson. If you ever need help curbing that tongue, you know where to find me.’

My wide-eyed gaze snapped to Dr Braithwaite. He winked at me. ‘Thank you for the offer, but Ophelia isn’t ready for a dungeon yet.’

Yet?

Theo clicked his tongue. ‘Shame. Such a pretty pussy.’ He snapped his fingers at the other subs. ‘Come.’

I breathed a sigh of relief when the door clicked shut behind them.