Page 23 of Teach Me (Deviant Players #1)

Chapter Twelve

The room he took me to on the first floor was more luxurious than I’d imagined.

A huge four-poster bed dominated the space, standing against a dark blue wallpaper with an armchair on one side and a dresser on the other.

The carpet stretched across the hardwood floor was equally luxurious, with silk strands that dampened Dr Braithwaite’s footsteps as he entered an en-suite and turned the shower on.

I glanced around for a flogger or other toys, but there was nothing. The room looked like it belonged in a hotel, not a sex club. It even smelt faintly of jasmine and clean linens.

Dr Braithwaite flung his jacket over the end of the bed, watching me as he undid the buttons on his shirt.

I’d never seen him naked before and could barely breathe as he slowly exposed his chest. He was as well-toned as I’d imagined, with defined muscles and only a light dusting of dark hair that disappeared into the waistband of his trousers. I licked my lips.

‘Get in the shower, Ophelia,’ he said with a small smile.

If he were joining me, how could I resist? I hadn’t bothered to do up the zip on my dress, so it was easy to shimmy out of it. I dropped it on the floor with my pants and bra, eager to slip under the hot water with him, but he tutted at me before I could enter the bathroom.

‘Fold your clothes and put them on the chair.’

‘So bossy,’ I teased.

‘Bossy?’ He scoffed. ‘Don’t think I’ve forgotten you went clubbing in December without a coat. No mobile, either. I doubt you even brought enough cash to get an Uber from here.’

He was right. I liked to travel light, so I shrugged. ‘I can take care of myself.’

‘Hmm.’ He shed the rest of his clothes and folded them neatly. I tried not to stare, but damn, every inch of him was perfection. Every hard inch. I licked my lips again before slowly dragging my eyes from his cock to his face, finding him smirking at me again.

‘Do as you’re told.’

I quickly folded my clothes and put them in a tidy pile next to his, then followed him into the bathroom.

The steam hit me like a hot cloud. I stepped under the water and sighed contentedly as it beat against my skin.

This was heaven. Life couldn’t get any better.

Only it did. Dr Braithwaite shut the glass shower door and captured my face between his hands.

My back hit the wet tiles as his mouth descended on mine.

The shower was hot, but it was nothing compared to the passion he poured into that kiss.

It left me breathless and dazed when he pulled back.

‘I hope you like chicken salad?’ he asked, reaching for the body wash.

‘Huh?’

He laughed. ‘Your dinner, Ophelia. Is chicken salad okay?’

‘Umm, yeah, sure.’ Who cared? I wanted him, not chicken salad. Dragging my bottom lip through my teeth, I shamelessly watched as he rubbed his soapy hands over his chest, forgetting to breathe when he wrapped them around his cock. The man was good enough to eat.

I cleared my throat. ‘Sir?’

‘Mhmm?’

‘May I…?’

His lips twitched. ‘May you what ?’

God, he wanted me to spell everything out for him. I opened and closed my mouth a few times before whispering, ‘May I suck you off?’

‘Good girl. Yes, you may.’

I dropped to my knees and wrapped my fingers around his thick cock.

Looking up at him, I ran my thumb up his shaft before following the path with my tongue.

I eagerly lapped up a drop of pre-cum from the slit and took the head into my mouth.

Dr Braithwaite moaned as I pushed forward until he filled my throat.

His hand went to my head, holding me in place. ‘Swallow.’

I swallowed, tightening my throat around him, and his groan encouraged me to keep him there until my lungs begged for air. I pulled back a fraction to breathe in and then repeated the motion.

‘Master Dan taught you well,’ he groaned. ‘You suck me so good, baby girl.’

Spurred on by his praise, I bobbed my head as I stroked the base with my hand. His cock head swelled in my mouth, and his grip on my hair tightened as I followed his cues. I pushed him in and out of my mouth, sucking him in and relaxing my lips as he slid forward. Dr Braithwaite’s thighs trembled.

‘I’m going to fuck your mouth now. Are you ready?’

Nodding, I kept my gaze on his as I swallowed him again. He groaned loudly. Shivers of arousal ran through my body as he wrapped his fingers tighter around my wet hair and started to move, fucking my mouth as hard as he’d fucked my arse earlier.

His moans grew louder and more primal, and I loved relinquishing this control. Every thrust solidified this bond between us. Every drag of his cock brought me as much pleasure as him, and when he came with a deep groan, I swallowed every drop and licked him clean.

‘Such a good girl,’ he said, stroking my hair. ‘I don’t think you need much training to suck cock. That was excellent, baby girl.’

My cheeks warmed anew.

He pulled me to my feet and kissed me. ‘I will return the favour.’

‘Please,’ I moaned, but he wanted to tease me first. He soaped up his hands and washed every inch of my body, careful not to let his hands linger where I wanted them the most, all the while watching me with hooded eyes. ‘Please,’ I repeated as he washed off the soap. ‘I want to come.’

‘Such a needy student. Patience is a skill you need to master around me.’ He tipped my chin and leaned in, his breath hot against my swollen lips. ‘I will feast on you all night, but first, you need food.’

‘You’ve already fed me,’ I replied with a coy grin.

He laughed. ‘It’s hardly the sustenance you need with what I have planned for tonight.’

‘Oh?’ I stared as he turned the water off and exited the shower. ‘What else could you possibly have planned?’ Jesus, how much stamina did these people have?

He dried himself off and held a fresh towel out for me. ‘Come.’

Sighing, I exited the shower. He liked bossing me around, and I didn’t mind.

It was oddly liberating not having to think.

I dutifully dried myself as he ordered food, and when the chicken salad arrived, I sat on his lap and ate every piece he offered.

When he was satisfied with my efforts, he put me on my feet and pulled the covers back on the bed.

I frowned at the coloured dots on the bottom sheet. ‘What is that?’

‘As I said, Master Dan likes to prank other Doms.’ He gave me a bemused smile. ‘Want to play another game?’

‘Hell, yes.’ I beamed.

‘Language,’ he chastised. ‘Don’t think my desire to spank you has in any way subsided. Get on the bed, Ophelia.’

The threat sent a confusing torrent of desire and dread through me. Unsure of what to make of my reaction, I tried to laugh it off. ‘You wouldn’t spank me. I’m new to this.’

‘You are, but you’re not so new that you should still be defying my orders.’

I lowered my gaze. ‘I’m sorry, Sir.’

He gripped my chin. ‘Did you not hear me?’

‘You’re serious?’

‘Very.’

‘Oh.’ My eyes widened. ‘But you didn’t punish me earlier. I thought?—’

He stepped back and pointed to the bed. ‘Kneel. Put your hands on the red and your knees on the blue dots. Don’t let them move to any other colour.’

Heart sinking, I climbed onto the bed. The distance between the two colours was huge. He wanted me on my hands and knees with my arms stretched out in front of me. My breathing was heavy as I lowered my chest to the sheet, my butt sticking up in the air.

The position still mortified me. Not wanting another lesson, I pressed my face against my arm, hiding from him.

A low tut came. ‘You must think I’m a fool. I see you, Ophelia. I see your shame. We still have work to do with you…’

He took his time to study me before stepping up behind me. ‘Obedience, Ophelia. That’s all I ask of you,’ he murmured as he ran his hand down the back of my thigh. ‘If you follow my orders, I’ll reward you. If you defy me, I’ll punish you. It’s as simple as that.’

‘Yes, Sir,’ I whispered.

‘I’ll break you down, then build you up again. That’s what the second phase is all about.’

I shuddered.

‘Are you afraid of pain?’ He continued caressing my skin, warming it.

‘Yes, Sir,’ I admitted.

He slid his hand down my other leg, his fingertips brushing past my pussy. ‘I won’t leave any marks on you tonight. I’ll never take you beyond what you can handle. Do you trust me?’

‘Yes, Sir.’

‘Good. Tell me why I’m punishing you.’

I swallowed. ‘I came without permission earlier.’

‘Good.’ He landed a few little pats on my butt before rubbing the skin. ‘What else?’

‘I didn’t do as I was told.’

He repeated the little taps. ‘And?’

‘And…’ I frowned. ‘I don’t know.’

His hand lifted for a brief second before he smacked my arse. I stiffened and gasped. It wasn’t painful, just surprising. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

‘Count,’ he ordered.

‘One, Sir.’

He hit me again, hard enough to sting. I squeezed my eyes shut.

‘Two, Sir,’ I said, praying my voice would hold. I didn’t want him to see my weaknesses. He might decide I wasn’t the sub for him.

His hand came down again, hitting the apex of my thighs. My eyes flew open.

‘Three, Sir!’

He spanked me until I reached ten, until the sheets were wet with my tears, and my skin felt as if it were on fire. He still wasn’t done.

‘Do you remember what else you did wrong, baby girl?’

I honestly didn’t know and writhed under him as he rubbed my sore skin. When I didn’t answer, he tutted at me. ‘Did you think I wouldn’t do this?’

My eyes widened. ‘Oh.’

He hit me again. ‘That was a mistake, wasn’t it?’

It was. ‘Sorry, Sir!’

‘And you’re still keeping information from me, aren’t you?’

‘No?’

‘Yes, you are. I want you to count to six now.’ His order sent a shiver down my body. I tensed when his hand lifted, then cried out as he hit me harder than before.

‘One,’ I grunted. ‘Sir,’ I quickly added.