Page 24 of Teach Me (Deviant Players #1)

The second smack echoed in the room. He alternated which side to hit, and when I reached six, I floated inside my head, barely aware of where he was or what he was doing.

Nor did I care. I couldn’t make sense of it, and the confusion rattled my whole body with tremors. Or was it adrenaline? Maybe both.

Dr Braithwaite pushed my hair away from my face. ‘Well done, Ophelia. I’ll fuck you now. You may come, but keep this position.’

‘Thank you, Sir,’ I whispered, my voice cracking.

He flashed me another mysterious smile before straightening. Gripping my hips, he pushed into me with one hard thrust. My head lifted off the sheets as I let out a startled gasp.

‘You feel so good…’ Holding himself deep inside me, he paused for a blissful moment before pulling back to the tip. ‘Don’t move,’ he warned before setting up a rapid pace.

He fucked me hard and fast, challenging me to defy him again by changing my position.

I wanted to. It was more intense than anything I’d experienced before.

Every slam of his hips against my sore butt stung, but it stung so good that I pressed back against him, meeting him thrust by thrust as I craved more.

More of the sharp sting. More of his thick cock filling me so completely.

The confusion I’d felt earlier when he’d spanked me intensified when I suddenly came.

Hard.

The orgasm raced through me like a seemingly endless wave of heat.

If it weren’t for his firm grip on my hips, I would’ve collapsed onto the mattress.

But he didn’t let me fall. He kept me in my ordered position and slammed into me.

The wave of pleasure continued into another orgasm and another, never fully letting me come down from one high before the next soared me even higher.

Fresh tears sprang to my eyes as he kept pounding into me until I pleaded for mercy. ‘Sir!’ I heaved for air. ‘Sir, please. I can’t…’

He slowed to long strokes. ‘Do you want to move, baby girl?’

‘Yes,’ I breathed. ‘Yes, Sir!’ I quickly corrected, my whole body trembling.

‘Very well. You may move your left knee to the yellow dot.’

‘Thank you,’ I sobbed.

He grasped my thigh. ‘Let me help you.’

I should’ve known it was a trick. The new position widened my stance and ramped up the intensity. I felt every thick inch of his cock gliding slowly in and out of me, and I groaned in frustration. In need.

‘I love this sight,’ he murmured, gliding a hand up my spine. ‘My cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy. Your body shaking as I make you come over and over again. Are you enjoying yourself, Ophelia? Am I making you feel good?’

‘Mhmm,’ I groaned, unable to speak.

He palmed my breast, kneading it roughly. ‘You’re tired, aren’t you?’ He tutted me as he rolled my nipple between his fingers. ‘Give me two more orgasms like this, and I’ll let you lie on your back as I eat you out.’

Two? I let out a croaky laugh. ‘I can’t.’

‘Yes, you can.’

‘I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.’

‘Good.’ His hand left my breast. He gripped my hips and slammed into me. ‘I want you sore. I want this pussy to remember me. But don’t come until I say you can.’

‘Oh, God,’ I objected.

‘My name isn’t God,’ he said, sounding amused. ‘But I’ve been told I fuck like one.’

‘You do,’ I moaned. ‘You fuck me so good.’ The familiar tingling of an impending orgasm warned me to concentrate, but it was hard.

His thrusts were slower this time, but the change in pace didn’t lessen the intensity at all.

He brought me to the edge of my orgasm and held me there until I thought I would lose my mind.

Sweat covered my whole body. My clit was so swollen that I cried out when his fingers found it, drawing lazy circles.

‘Are you close, baby girl?’

‘Y-yes, Sir.’

‘Do you want to come?’ He withdrew to the tip and thrust back in, pulling a deep moan from me. ‘Ask me nicely, Ophelia.’

‘Please.’ I moistened my lips. ‘Please let me come.’

Not answering, he flicked my clit. My heart pounded. He would let me come, wouldn’t he? I could barely hold my hips in position. Part of me wanted to defy him, to allow the pleasure to overtake me. I was so close. The next sweep of his fingers could unravel me.

He pushed to the hilt and held himself there, grinding his hips to test my obedience. I whimpered. His fingers slipped away from my aching clit. ‘You may come, but I won’t fuck you. Squeeze my cock. Make yourself come that way.’

I groaned. He was a cruel man. A devious, delicious man who wanted to challenge me in the best ways possible. I used what little energy I had left to tighten my muscles around his impressive girth. Dr Braithwaite’s groan encouraged me to clench harder. A whimper slipped past my lips.

‘Again. You can do it.’

I was so close, I couldn’t think. The only thing that mattered was reaching that peak and falling off it, so I shifted my hips forward and slammed back into him.

It was all I needed. I fell apart with a scream I barely recognised as my own.

My body convulsed in his grasp as my pussy clenched and unclenched around him.

Dr Braithwaite held me steady until my body finally stopped trembling. ‘Naughty,’ he said with another low tut. ‘It’s a good thing your arse is already red and sore, else I would’ve loved to spank you for that move.’

Not caring what he did to me anymore, I breathed heavily against my arm. When he suddenly withdrew, the fear he’d follow through on his threat stiffened my aching muscles. But he didn’t spank me. Instead, he dragged his hot tongue up my pussy. I let out a drawn-out groan.

‘You taste so fucking good,’ he murmured as he did it again, one long lick from my clit to my entrance before dipping inside to lap at me. ‘Are you sore?’

‘Mhmm,’ I murmured, but I didn’t care. I arched my hips more to give him easier access and moaned loudly as he licked my clit.

‘You’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you?’ He pressed two fingers inside me. ‘You’ll give me one more orgasm.’

‘I would give you anything,’ I whispered, my brain nothing but lust and endorphins.

‘Will you admit you’re a deviant?’

‘Only…’ I moaned when he thrust his tongue deeper inside me. ‘Only for you.’

He chuckled. ‘I’ll get you to admit it soon.’ He spread me wider with his fingers. ‘Fuck, I wish you could see what I see. Your cunt so wet, so greedy for me. It’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.’

He sucked my clit into his mouth. With long thrusts of his thick fingers and sharp licks, he sent me flying again. I came so hard my vision darkened. When I opened my eyes again, I was on my back with my knees loosely wrapped around his waist and his lips inches from mine.

‘One more, remember?’ He kissed me, sucking on my bottom lip while I struggled to keep my eyes open. ‘Give me one more, Ophelia. Then I’ll fill your cunt with my come and let you sleep.’

I shifted my tongue around a few times before I could form words. ‘Yes, Sir.’

‘Good girl.’ He kissed me again. ‘I love hearing you scream in pleasure.’

Startled by his words, my legs lost their grip on him and fell onto the mattress. ‘I… I screamed?’

He grinned. ‘Yes. Let’s see if you can do it again.’ His hot mouth moved down my throat, through the valley between my breasts and down my stomach as he kissed and nipped his way to my pussy. ‘Put your feet on my shoulders. Keep your knees apart so I have easy access to your cunt.’

My legs trembled as I did as he ordered. I’d never known a man like him before, and watched him with wide eyes as he lowered his head. Was this a normal night for him with a woman? An endless stream of orgasms? I hadn’t even given myself this many in one night.

‘What are you thinking?’ he asked, his breath hot against my pussy. The first lick lifted my hips off the mattress. My foot slipped on his shoulder as he did it again, earning me a stern stare. I quickly put my foot back.

‘Nothing,’ I moaned.

‘Liar,’ he whispered before sealing his lips around my clit. I threw my head back and moaned loudly. ‘Listen to you, letting me know how good I make you feel.’

‘You’re so… ahh,’ I moaned.

Up and down his wicked tongue travelled, finding new angles and the right pressure to make me grip his hair and push my hips into his face. He didn’t stop me. He let me grind my pussy against his mouth and tear loose strands from his hair as he worked me up to another orgasm.

‘Play with your tits.’

I grasped my breasts. He lazily licked my clit as I squeezed my breasts and kneaded them.

Whatever he commanded me, I would do. The realisation of how deeply I was under his spell scared me, but his eyes showed no hint of malice or glee.

He wanted me. He wanted me to have all the pleasure I’d missed out on, so I played with my nipples and spread my legs wider.

‘Harder,’ I pleaded. ‘Lick me harder, Sir. I want to come.’

The lines around his eyes deepened with his smile.

He swirled his tongue around my clit once more before thrusting it deep inside me.

I moaned as he fucked me with his tongue, and when his lips sealed around my clit again, I arched my back and came with a cry that echoed in the room.

Dr Braithwaite pressed his tongue flat against my clit, prolonging my pleasure until I whimpered, oversensitive.

He climbed over me and kissed my lips. ‘You cry so beautifully, baby girl. I could listen to you screaming in pleasure all night.’

‘Please don’t.’ His deep laugh sent heat rushing to my cheeks. ‘I’m just so tired, Sir.’

‘I know you are.’ He settled between my legs, his cock prodding my entrance.

‘I’ll let you sleep soon,’ he said, pressing forward.

We groaned together. Mine was from equal parts pleasure and exhaustion.

How long would he fuck me this time? I could barely keep my eyes open, let alone give him the attention he deserved.

‘Wrap your legs around me,’ he said softly. ‘I want to make love to you.’

I blinked. ‘You do?’

‘Mhmm.’ He kissed me again. Tenderly. ‘You’ve surpassed all my expectations. I want to show you how much I appreciate you taking this risk with me.’ He moved his hips slowly, his mouth almost touching mine. ‘What we can have if you continue taking risks with me.’

I ran my fingers through his damp hair. ‘Like a relationship?’

‘We’ve been in a relationship for a few weeks now, but yes. I want to train you as my sub.’

He smiled at me, a beautiful, unguarded smile, as if he envisioned the same future I’d dreamt of for so long.

‘I’d like that,’ I whispered, returning his smile.

‘I have to warn you, though. I’m not the jealous type, but I am possessive. Though I may share you with others as a treat for us both, I would like to put a training collar on you so other Doms know not to approach you without my permission.’

My heart swelled with joy. ‘I’d be honoured to wear it.’

His smile broadened. ‘I’m pleased to hear that. Now wrap your legs around me.’ He lifted his head as the sky lit up with fireworks. ‘Let’s welcome the new year in the best way.’