Page 6 of Teach Me (Deviant Players #1)

Cheeks burning, I stared at the floor. Did he have to read them out loud?

He pushed off the desk. ‘These tell me a lot about your deepest desires.’ Catching my chin in his large palm, he craned my neck to meet his gaze. ‘Have you always been a good girl, Ophelia?’

His question sent a rush of heat to my core. ‘Yes.’

‘But that’s not all you want to be, is it?

’ He swept his fingers across my cheek, then fisted my hair tight enough to sting my scalp.

I gasped in surprise. ‘You’re looking for someone you can “blame” for not being a good girl.

Someone willing to push your limits and reward you when you let go of your inhibitions. ’

I choked on my objections. He was right; I wanted all of those things. I wanted him more than anything, but when I grabbed his shirt to pull him closer and finally kiss him, he caught my wrist in his free hand and pinned it to my lap.

He brought his mouth to my ear. ‘That’s a reward you have to work for.’ Taking my earlobe between his teeth, he tugged. Not painfully, but enough to harden my nipples and make me squirm with need. ‘Are you going to do as I say?’

‘Yes,’ I breathed.

‘Good.’ He kissed the hollow of my throat, then traced my racing pulse with his tongue. ‘If you willingly submit to me, I can teach you to enjoy almost anything, even acts you won’t admit to fantasising about. But I need your obedience and your trust. Do you trust me, Ophelia?’

‘Yes,’ I said without hesitation.

‘Do you want to please me?’

‘Y-yes.’

He twisted his hand, burning my scalp. ‘Then why are you withholding information?’

I winced. ‘Sorry!’

He released my wrist but maintained his tight grip on my hair with his other hand. ‘Don’t move,’ he ordered as his fingers worked on the fastening on my jeans.

‘The windows,’ I objected with a gasp.

‘Mhmm,’ he murmured, undoing the zip. ‘Anyone can see us. Does that excite you?’

‘N-no.’

Dr Braithwaite chuckled. ‘Yes, it does. I bet your nipples are hard right now.’

They were. Painfully so. Aching for his touch. I opened my mouth to deny it anyway, but lost my words when he slid his hand down my trousers and cupped my pussy.

‘And you’re so wet.’ He tutted softly. ‘Such a naughty girl. Do you want me to touch you? To make you come?’

The confirmation he sought got stuck in my throat. ‘Umm…’ I looked at his desk, the ceiling, the windows, anywhere to avoid his question.

He lazily stroked me through the fabric of my pants, but he didn’t push them aside, and that frustrated me enough to meet his gaze. He smirked. ‘Answer me, Ophelia.’

‘Yes,’ I whispered.

‘That’s not a convincing answer.’ He moved closer by forcing my legs apart, giving himself space to push my pants aside and find my clit. I drew a shuddering breath. ‘How long has it been since a man touched you?’ he asked, slowly stroking the swollen bud.

‘Umm…’ I licked my lips, lost for words. He was skilled in the art of torturous seduction, in making me lose myself to every sweep and teasing flick of his fingers. ‘Umm,’ I tried again. ‘A-a while.’

His fingertips shifted to circle my entrance with the same slow, teasing strokes.

A barely there touch. A silent dare to acknowledge him and my desires.

I grasped the armrests, not knowing what else to do with my hands.

If I touched him, would he stop? I wanted to rock against his hand, to feel him enter me, but I didn’t dare move or make demands.

He flattened his palm over my sex. ‘What do you want, Ophelia?’

‘You,’ I whispered. ‘Please.’

The blue in his eyes darkened with lust. ‘How pretty you are when you beg.’

My cheeks warmed.

‘What do you want me to do?’

I squirmed beneath his hand as he resumed the small teasing circles, daring me to forget the floor-to-ceiling windows and the reality of what we were doing. If we were caught, I would undoubtedly be expelled. It would ruin his career and reputation.

‘Doctor Braithwaite.’ My voice trembled as heat rose in my stomach, spreading through me like wildfire.

‘Yes?’ When I raised a hand to touch him, he twisted his, pinching my hair. ‘You’re not in control anymore.’

I released a sharp breath. ‘That hurts.’

‘Good hurt or bad hurt?’ Before I could answer, he sealed his lips around my nipple over the fabric of my jumper and sucked. Gasping, I arched my back. He drew faster circles around my clit, playing with my body as if he wanted to draw this out for hours until I gave him an answer.

But I couldn’t.

‘I don’t plan to just let you come,’ he said. ‘Work for it. Give me the tools I need to reveal you as what you deny exists.’

A deviant… I wanted to refute his claim, but I was too far gone. I needed his fingers inside me, so I lifted my hips and pressed them against his hand.

‘Please.’

He pushed one thick finger halfway in, then held it there as I perched halfway off the chair. ‘Do you want me to fuck you with my hand? I think you do. You’re so wet, Ophelia. So…’ He withdrew and pushed in deeper. ‘Tight. Do you want me to fuck your tight little cunt with my hand?’

I stared at him in silence, mortified and turned on and utterly confused by these conflicting emotions.

‘I want an answer…’ He pushed two fingers inside me, daring me to admit my desires by slowly thrusting in and out. My eyes rolled back in my head. Yes, I wanted him to. I wanted anything he would give me, but it was hard to say those words.

‘It’s not like you to be mute,’ he said with a low laugh.

‘Let’s change that.’ He curled his fingers and pumped his fist faster, rubbing against a spot that weakened my knees.

I was lost in a sea of lust and excitement.

With each thrust of his thick fingers and each flick of his thumb over my clit, he challenged me to forget the world outside his office. To give him the reaction he wanted.

He watched every change in my body, from the shallowing of my breath to the tremors rolling up my thighs. His lips twitched in amusement when I lost the battle.

‘Oh God,’ I moaned. ‘I’m going to?—’

He withdrew his hand. ‘Those boots look so damn hot on you. I want to see you in nothing but them.’

‘What?’ I fell back onto the chair, flushed, confused, left hanging yet again. ‘You want me to undress?’

‘Yes.’

But the floor-to-ceiling windows were right there. It was early morning, but someone could be in the library across the road.

‘Now, Ophelia.’

I swallowed my objections and rose. My gaze flitted between him, the windows, and the door. ‘Are you trying to humiliate me?’

‘Not at all.’ He rolled up his sleeves, distracting me, tempting me. ‘It would please me to see you wearing only those boots. Undress for me.’

A voice at the back of my mind wanted to know if he would punish me if I didn’t obey, but I didn’t dare ask. The thought of Dr Braithwaite bending me over his knee in his office was equally horrifying and arousing.

I shook my head again, confused by these thoughts, then pulled my jumper off. Staring at his chest, I removed my boots and jeans, leaving them on the floor, and stood before him in only my bra and pants.

‘Take it all off.’

I sucked in a breath, glanced at the windows, and then undid my bra clasp.

I dropped my bra on the floor and slid my lace pants down my thighs before stepping out of them.

My body heated as he studied every inch of me, from my trembling thighs to my hardened nipples.

The more seconds that passed, the more convinced I became that he saw only flaws.

I was ready to flee the room when he declared in a husky voice, ‘You’re stunning.’ His darkening eyes made one final sweep of my body before meeting mine. ‘I can’t wait to see you on your knees with my cock in your mouth.’

My jaw slacked.

‘But not today,’ he chuckled. ‘Fold your clothes and put them on the chair. Then put your boots back on.’

My hands trembled as I followed his instructions. The tremors spread to my whole body by the time I finished, my gaze bouncing between him and the windows.

‘Good girl.’ He pointed to his desk. ‘Bend over.’

‘Over your…?’ I lost my words. Or was it my morality, since I hadn’t run out the door yet?

‘Do as you’re told, Ophelia.’

Oh, hell. I breathed hard as I rested my hands on the sleek surface, bending slightly forward.

‘Lower.’ He pressed a hand onto my back until my breasts were flattened against the desk’s chilled surface. ‘Better.’ His large hand swept down my spine, over the swell of my butt, and down my thigh in one slow caress. ‘I can’t tell you how many times I’ve fantasised about seeing you like this.’

Cheek pressed against the desk, I could barely breathe. I would never admit it out loud, but I had also fantasised about being in this position, in this room. I’d imagined him taking me hard from behind with my hair twisted around his thick fingers.

But he wasn’t rough now. He gently pulled my hair away from my face, checking on me before he nudged my feet further apart. ‘What a sight you are. Your butt high in the air. Your wet pussy on display.’

His words weren’t spoken with malice, but my body reacted to them, regardless. I managed to push halfway off the desk before a firm hand on my back stopped me. ‘I didn’t say you could move.’

‘I…’ I struggled to catch my breath, my heart racing. ‘I’m sorry.’

He pushed me back down, then brushed his hand up and down my spine, a slow caress that soothed some of my concerns about what I was exposing. ‘When you’re with me, I control your body. It’s safe with me. Is that understood?’

‘Yes.’

He continued the gentle sweeps of my back until my breathing changed, fear shifting to arousal as I became more and more aware of him. His scent. His warmth. He stood close enough that he only needed to unzip his trousers to fuck me. Would he?

My whole body hummed at the thought, and I gripped the edges of his desk to avoid pressing back against him.