Page 21 of Teach Me (Deviant Players #1)

Chapter Eleven

Dan sat on the sofa with a heavy sigh. ‘I enjoyed that, but…’ He grinned as he adjusted himself. ‘Now I’m uncomfortable.’

Dr Braithwaite went to the dresser. ‘Ophelia, would you like a soft drink?’

‘Please.’

‘Please what?’

‘Please, Sir.’

He smiled as he passed me a fizzy drink. ‘Did you learn your lesson?’

‘Yes, Sir.’

‘And what was it?’ he asked, folding his arms.

‘That porn is fake?’

‘She’s not wrong,’ Dan laughed.

‘Shame is not something I’ll tolerate, Ophelia,’ Dr Braithwaite said sternly. ‘I won’t be content until you see yourself as I do. As we do,’ he added with a glance at Dan. ‘What else did you learn?’

Too many things to name. My mind still buzzed with it all, but there was one truth I wanted to share.

‘You were right.’ I smiled. ‘It is cathartic.’

He returned my smile. ‘That feeling will only intensify the more you allow yourself to feel. You’re still holding back, getting lost in your head, but we’ll work on it. Right now, you’re riding a high. Tomorrow, all those thoughts will need to be untangled.’

Undoubtedly, but tomorrow seemed so far away. He’d carved out a place for me where there was no shame, and I wanted to enjoy this moment.

He gestured to the sofa. ‘That won’t do, so I’ve asked Marquis Jack for a room upstairs if you’d like to spend the night with me in a comfortable bed.’ Dr Braithwaite sipped his cola as if he hadn’t just asked me to spend the night alone with him.

Dan leaned back in his seat, looking oddly amused as I fought the urge to ask what this meant. I swallowed a few sips before finding my voice. ‘What about Master Dan?’

‘Master Dan doesn’t stay the night,’ Dr Braithwaite said simply. ‘He does, however, wish to fuck you before he leaves. It’s your decision. We can retire for the evening. I’m sure you’ll see Master Dan another time if you join us as a member.’

I couldn’t imagine spending my evenings at a place like this.

It was a different world. A world full of possibilities, but still overwhelming.

I sipped my drink, eyeing Dan. Did I want him to fuck me?

I was tired, but I also wanted to test a theory.

Dr Braithwaite had intercepted Lewis before he could fuck me.

It hadn’t seemed like jealousy at the time, but now Dr Braithwaite was eyeing Dan over the rim of his glass, appearing sullen at the idea of his friend with me.

Was he jealous or just possessive? Could I use this to snatch back the power he’d taken from me? I supposed there was only one way to find out, so I put my drink on the floor and knelt by Dan’s feet.

‘Hello, sweetheart,’ Dan said.

I racked my brain for a line I could use. ‘Um, how can I please you, Master Dan?’

He grinned. ‘Did you hear that, Sir Emmerson? What a well-trained sub.’ He kissed my cheek, whispering, ‘I know what you’re doing, you know.’

‘What do you mean, Master Dan?’ I asked innocently.

He patted his thigh. ‘Come.’

I sat astride him. His hard erection pressed against my sex, and I moaned softly as I rolled my hips.

I wanted to tease him, myself, and the man who’d taken a seat in the leather chair behind me.

Dr Braithwaite said nothing as Dan freed his cock or when I rose onto my knees so he could guide it inside me, but he laughed softly as I lowered my hips and moaned at the feeling of another cock filling me.

‘Such an eager little slut,’ Dr Braithwaite teased. ‘I wonder if her cunt can take two cocks, Master Dan.’

I froze. What?

‘I think she’d love that,’ Dan said with a low laugh. ‘But not tonight. If I know you right, you don’t want her too sore before taking her upstairs.’

‘You’re right,’ Dr Braithwaite murmured before swallowing another sip, the ice in his glass clinking. ‘I have plenty planned for her.’

Dan squeezed my hips. ‘Fuck me, sweetheart. Let me feel you squeeze my cock.’

I arched my hips against his pelvis, craving friction for my clit as I slowly rode him.

The bundle of nerves liked his idea of being fucked by both men.

My body wanted everything these men could do to it, and that horrified and excited me even more.

It made me ride him faster, my sore butt slamming against his thighs.

The hint of pain sent a delicious shiver through me. I moaned as he rubbed my clit.

‘You’re such a good girl. Look at you, riding my cock. Does it feel good, sweetheart?’ Dan splayed a hand against my back as he bent me backwards. ‘Do you want to watch, Sir Emmerson? Want to see my cock slide in and out of her wet pussy?’

My head lolled back to see Dr Braithwaite, hoping for a glimpse of jealousy. A knowing smile adorned his lips. ‘I’ll enjoy the view of my cock fucking that tight cunt all night, Master Dan.’

‘Suit yourself.’ Dan’s mouth sealed around my nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth before releasing it with a loud pop. ‘Turn around, sweetheart. Let him get a good look at you coming apart while riding me.’

My breaths were shallow pants as I let him help me turn.

When he lowered me onto his cock again, my eyes fluttered shut on a long moan.

The sofa seat was deep, giving me enough legroom to ride him as he played with my clit.

Dr Braithwaite sipped his drink slowly as he watched me getting close, the room filling with my low moans and the sound of my wet pussy taking all of his friend’s cock.

When I grabbed my breasts and squeezed, he grinned. ‘Naughty girl, aren’t you? I can’t wait to get you alone for the night.’

‘And after tonight?’ I said between gasps, needing to know what we were. Was this only a one-time opportunity or the start of something new?

He settled back in his seat, his long fingers wrapped around his glass. ‘Are you close? Show me what dirty sluts look like when they come all over a cock.’

My legs trembled as I increased my pace, grinding against Dan with every thrust. I wanted to come. I wanted Dr Braithwaite to see and hear me. I wanted him to punish me for making him wait for his turn. Pleasure rolled up my thighs. My muscles stiffened.

‘Oh God, oh fuck…’ I cried out. Dan rubbed my clit as my body shook in his tight grip, keeping me pinned against him as he thrust into me from below. But he didn’t follow me. Instead, he laughed as he lifted me off him, holding me steady as I swayed.

‘I’m not done with you yet.’ He pointed at the futon. ‘Bend over. I can’t fuck your arse, but I want you from behind.’

Dr Braithwaite hid a bemused smile behind his drink as I wobbled across the floor. ‘I should’ve warned you about Master Dan. He likes a good cock whore. The longer he can fuck someone, the happier he is.’

Oh God. I knelt before the futon and shuddered as its cool leather met my warm, sweaty skin. Dan gripped my hips, raising them as he knelt behind me. ‘You can fuck her mouth if you want,’ he told Dr Braithwaite.

Dr Braithwaite smirked at me. ‘Only if she asks for it. Properly.’

It was useless trying to get him jealous, wasn’t it? He was happy to share me – sort of. Happy as long as he could watch – and control me, even though I was with someone else. I wanted to taste him, so I licked my lips and allowed him to demean me again. ‘Please, Sir. May I suck you off?’

He nodded his approval. ‘Soon. First, I want to hear you ask permission before you come. Fuck Master Dan as hard as he fucks you. Let him play with your clit and tits, but don’t come until I say you may. If you can manage that, I’ll let you suck my cock.’

I bit my lip. His denial stung more than I cared to admit, but I wanted to please him.

Wanted my reward. When Dan entered me, I pressed back and moaned.

Dan sucked in a sharp breath. ‘She’s tight.

This pussy is a fucking treasure. I can’t wait to fill it with my come.

’ He rolled his hips, drawing another long moan from my lips. ‘Do you want my come, sweetheart?’

‘Yes, please.’

He pulled back before slamming into me. ‘Don’t come, then,’ he chuckled. ‘And watch Sir Emmerson. Watch him watch you as I fuck you. Make him proud.’

I needed no further encouragement. I gripped the futon tightly as Dan thrust into me, praying with all I had that I could keep myself from coming.

But the position made everything intense.

He hit my G-spot with every thrust, rolling his hips in a way that made it hard to keep my eyes open and impossible to ignore the fire rolling up my thighs.

My nails dug into the leather as I tried to resist, not daring to look at Dr Braithwaite anymore.

It was a pointless battle. Even if I did nothing, after another few more thrusts, I would combust no matter what.

‘You feel so fucking good,’ Dan praised as he slowed to long strokes. ‘How close are you?’

I licked my lips, staring at the leather my sweaty hands clung to. ‘Close, Master Dan.’

‘Ophelia.’ Dr Braithwaite’s order lifted my gaze to his. ‘You’re not fucking him back like I ordered. Show me you deserve to be rewarded. Show me what a slut you are.’

‘But I’m going to come.’ I whimpered as Dan rolled his hips again. ‘I’m too close. I can’t stop it. I just can’t.’

Dan chuckled. ‘Listen to her needy little pleas, Sir Emmerson.’

‘I can hear her just fine,’ Dr Braithwaite said, his voice edged with a warning. ‘But I don’t hear a question, Ophelia. Ask for permission. If you want my permission to come, I need to hear you beg.’

‘Please! Please let me come.’

His stern gaze flitted between us before he leaned back in his seat. ‘No.’

‘What?’ I breathed. He couldn’t be serious. ‘Sir, please.’

He shook his head. ‘You don’t deserve it. Finish, Master Dan. Show her how we treat sluts like her.’

‘But—’ I started.

‘Ophelia, I’ll spank you if you dare defy me.’ Dr Braithwaite’s harsh tone brokered no arguments, but his lips twitched with a smile when I gasped in surprise.

Dan wrapped his arm around my waist. ‘He loves spanking naughty little sluts.’