Page 22 of Teach Me (Deviant Players #1)

‘I should turn your arse nice and pink,’ Dr Braithwaite purred. ‘That will teach you to play games with me.’

‘I’m sorry!’

‘It’s too late for that now.’

‘Hold on, sweetheart,’ Dan said. ‘This will be fast and hard.’ He held me still as he fucked me with deep, harsh strokes.

I dug my nails into my hand to stop myself from coming.

It didn’t work. Dan hit every delicious spot inside me.

His cock coaxed the orgasm from me despite my whimpered objections, a pained cry seeping out of me when I failed Dr Braithwaite and came apart.

Dan pulled me flush to his chest as he emptied himself inside me, then held me there for a minute as I trembled. I didn’t even have a reason for the tears flooding my eyes. Disappointment, confusion, and exhaustion fought for space inside my head.

‘You’re in so much trouble,’ he chuckled before pulling out. ‘Thank you for a pleasant evening.’

I pressed my thighs together when his come trickled out, unable to meet Dr Braithwaite’s probing stare.

His demand had been ridiculous, yet letting him down filled me with guilt, and his silence made it worse.

He watched me through narrowed eyes as I accepted a flannel from Dan and cleaned myself up.

‘It was nice meeting you,’ Dan said, kissing my cheek. ‘Hopefully, I’ll see you at the club sometime?’

I nodded, not knowing what else to say.

‘I’ll call you,’ Dan said to Dr Braithwaite before leaving the room.

Dr Braithwaite nursed his drink, watching me as I wiped my tears. Searching for the right apology, I moved my tongue around but came up empty. I supposed it was too good to be true. A whole night with him? Of course, I messed it up before it even started.

Stupid.

All I’d done was prove myself a slut.

I picked up my underwear, not daring to look at him in case his eyes confirmed my fear. I would never earn a kiss from him. He wasn’t interested in someone who took any opportunity for a good fuck.

‘What are you doing?’ he asked when I put my soaked pants back on.

‘Getting dressed?’

‘Did I say you could do that?’

I glanced at the door. ‘Is there a bathroom you’d prefer me to use?’

‘Ophelia.’ He put down his drink. ‘Look at me.’ Swallowing the dread, I turned to face him. The warmth in his eyes lured me closer when he crooked his finger. ‘You don’t want to spend the night with me?’

‘Yes, but I thought you didn’t want to anymore after I…’ I hesitated.

‘Please finish your sentence.’

‘I proved myself as a slut,’ I whispered.

Smiling, he shook his head. ‘You’re my slut, remember? You did exactly what I wanted you to do – gave in to your desires. I saw no shame in your eyes while you were with him. I’m proud of you.’

‘Oh,’ I breathed.

‘But afterwards…’ Brows furrowed, he leaned back in his seat.

‘I came without your permission,’ I said, not wanting to discuss whatever realisation he’d come to. I couldn’t imagine what it was, but Dr Braithwaite always noticed things.

‘You’re new to this,’ he said softly. ‘I can’t expect you to control your body. The right Dom will teach you.’

‘The right Dom?’ I asked. ‘You mean… not you?’

‘I’m happy to teach you if you’re willing.’

‘Yes,’ I blurted. ‘I want you to teach me. Dan – I mean, Master Dan – he’s a nice guy, but?—’

‘But you don’t see him as your Dom.’ He rested back in his seat with a smug smile.

‘That was so obvious, even Master Dan couldn’t ignore it.

You respond to me. You have since the first day I met you.

I should’ve waited until you graduated, but we both know why you came up with this flawed hypothesis. ’

‘Hey,’ I objected. ‘It’s not flawed. It just needs to be… tweaked.’

He smirked. ‘I know something else that needs to be tweaked.’

‘Oh?’

‘Come.’ He patted his thigh, and I quickly crawled into his lap, breathing in his scent as I rested my head on his shoulder. ‘I can’t be your dissertation supervisor,’ he murmured into my hair, his arms wrapped around me.

I lifted my chin to meet his eyes. ‘Why not? I need you.’

‘And I’ll be there if you need guidance, but I can’t…’ He sighed. ‘It can jeopardise your degree. Everything between us has to be kept professional on campus until you’ve graduated.’

‘What are you saying? This is our last night together?’ I pushed upright. ‘No, that can’t?—’

‘I mean, we only meet at the club from now on. On campus, you’re a student. I’m a lecturer. That’s all. For now. Even if I feel the urge to bend you over a desk to spank you, I won’t act on it. Deal?’

‘I guess so.’ I sank back against his chest, chewing on my bottom lip. ‘I suppose I can’t use any of this for my study.’

‘Well, you have the data I’ve collected on your behalf. Your diary entries and questionnaires. And plenty of Doms and subs here are willing to be interviewed.’

I straightened again. ‘Really?’

‘You can also be a participant. I’ll interview you if you want.’ My breath hitched as he touched two fingers to my chin, tilting my face up. ‘I told you I’d get you the research data you needed, didn’t I, baby girl? All you had to do was trust me to guide you to it.’

I looked between his eyes and his lips. Those tempting lips I’d wanted to kiss for so long. ‘Sir?’

‘Mhmm?’

‘May I kiss you? Have I earned?—?’

He cupped my face and pressed his lips to mine, gently at first, then with more hunger and passion than I’d dared dream of, reciprocating my ferocious need to take, take, take. I arched against him, wanting more as my brain floated somewhere above the clouds.

His eyes were molten when he pulled back. ‘How sore are you?’ he murmured.

‘Sore ish,’ I whispered, staring at his lips.

‘Shower and bed,’ he declared, putting me on my feet. ‘I’ll order us some food as well. And Ophelia?’

‘Y-yes?’

He took my face in his hands. ‘I’m so proud of you, baby girl. I pushed you hard tonight, but you did so well.’ He kissed me, leaning in to deepen the kiss before he pulled back and smacked my butt. ‘Upstairs, now.’