Page 7 of Teach Me (Deviant Players #1)

‘Good girl.’ He ran his hand down my butt again before finally slipping between my thighs. ‘You’re free to leave anytime you want, but I don’t think you will. You’re dripping onto my floor again, Ophelia.’

I closed my eyes to escape, but he tutted at me. ‘Eyes open. Do you think it’s embarrassing to be wet? It pleases me to know I turn you on.’ He pressed his erection against my hip. ‘Should I be embarrassed by what you do to me?’

‘No,’ I whimpered.

He patted my pussy, letting me hear how wet I was. ‘Never be embarrassed by this. I want…’ He groaned as he pushed two fingers into me. ‘Soon, I’ll bury my face in your soaked cunt and eat you out until you drown me, but for now, I want to hear you scream as you ride my hand.’

I moaned softly as he thrust his fingers. Not as hard as I wanted, as I needed , and I couldn’t help myself. I pressed against his hand, meeting every thrust. ‘Look at you giving in to your desires,’ he said, pumping faster into me. ‘Tell me how much you want to come.’

‘I do,’ I panted.

He tutted again. ‘Not good enough.’ The room filled with the wet slaps of his hand. Tremors rolled down my thighs. ‘I can feel you squeezing my fingers. Are you close?’

‘Yes.’ I let out a sharp gasp when his thumb found my clit, drawing slick circles. My breaths grew shallow and quick as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge. ‘I’m going to…’

He slowed his pace. ‘You’re going to what?’

I groaned in frustration. ‘Don’t stop.’ I pressed back against his hand, needing more, but he gripped my hip and squeezed.

‘I want to hear you enjoy yourself. Earn your reward. Do you understand?’

‘Y-yes.’ Whatever he wanted was fine by me. I just needed to come. He picked up the pace again, pumping his hand into me, and I threw my inhibitions aside to let him hear every gasp and moan, but it still wasn’t good enough.

‘Tell me what you want,’ he demanded. ‘Harder? Faster?’ He withdrew his fingers and added another digit. ‘Or does your pussy need to be completely filled, Ophelia?’

‘Ah, yes,’ I cried out.

‘Listen to you sing,’ he praised. ‘You’re going to come hard for me, aren’t you?’ He thrust faster, harder, and I could barely hear him over the rapid fire of sharp moans he pulled out of me. ‘Good girl, you’re close now. Let it come. Give your body what it needs.’

I drew one last shuddering breath before falling into oblivion. My pussy convulsed around his fingers. As I cried out my release, he slowed his pace, giving my body time to stop shuddering before he withdrew his hand and gently stroked my back.

‘Good, but that’s the last time I’ll let you get away with your disobedience. The next time you try to hold back, I’ll spank you. Is that clear?’

I blinked repeatedly, still breathing hard against his desk. ‘Okay.’

‘Have you ever been spanked?’

‘Umm…’ I stumbled as I pushed off the desk. He grabbed my arm and steadied me.

‘Well?’ He sampled the fingers he’d used to make me forgo all ethical considerations. Mortified by his brazen move, I stared at his shoes.

‘Eyes on me, Ophelia.’

Cheeks aflame, I raised my chin.

‘Where’s all this shame coming from?’

‘I’m not ashamed.’ I forced myself to appear nonchalant as he sucked off the last drop of my juices. ‘You’re just very…’

His brow lifted. ‘Yes?’

‘Unrestrained.’

He smirked as he retrieved a fresh form. ‘I’m very much in control of myself, Ophelia. Sex is a tool I’ve spent many years learning to master.’ He handed me the clipboard, and like a good girl, I accepted it. ‘You didn’t answer my question. Have you been spanked before? As a child, perhaps?’

‘No, never.’

‘Hmm.’ He sat behind his desk. ‘Complete the form honestly, then I’ll give you your assignment for the week.’

‘Give me – I thought that was my first assignment.’ I gestured outside. ‘Anyone could’ve seen us.’

‘Fingering you in my office during daylight hardly counts as exhibitionism. I have to push your limits more than that.’

I gaped. What else did he have in mind? Dr Braithwaite’s small smile gave me no clues. I quickly put the form on the free chair to pick up my clothes.

‘Not yet.’

‘What?’

‘You’re a beautiful woman. It pleases me to see you naked.’ He glanced at my boots, the corner of his mouth tipping up again. ‘In those, you’re fucking stunning. I haven’t been this hard in years,’ he added, adjusting himself.

‘But you didn’t?—’

‘You have to earn your rewards.’

What did that mean? He pulled a paper from his neat stack, dismissing me again, so I sat in the other chair and tried to focus on the questions, but there was something else I needed to know.

‘Are you a Dominant?’

‘Yes,’ he drawled like it was the most obvious question I could’ve asked. And I suppose it was.

‘And a member of…’ I squinted at the form. ‘ The Aurora ?’

‘Yes.’

‘Then you must have done everything on this list?’

‘I imagine so.’ He pulled the cap off a pen and scribbled something on a paper.

‘Then why me? There must be dozens of submissives you can, eh, be with? Women who are…’

‘Who are what?’ He put his pen down and pinned me with another firm stare. ‘More experienced? More promiscuous than you? Obedient subs who would bend over my desk without objection?’

‘Forget I asked,’ I muttered, refocusing on the form.

‘No.’ The sternness of his voice lifted my gaze again. ‘Finish your statement. Women who are what?’

‘Who…’ I quickly deflected. ‘Women who don’t jeopardise your career. Someone closer to your own age.’

His brows furrowed. ‘Does the age difference bother you?’

‘No. I think you’re…’ Losing my courage again, I looked away.

‘Please finish your sentence,’ he said softly, like he already knew the depths of my feelings for him.

‘I think you’re the most fascinating man I’ve ever met,’ I whispered, staring at the floor, at the spot where I’d stood bent over his desk. ‘But I don’t even know your first name.’

Nor did he offer it now. When I peeked at him, he stared at me with an incredulous expression.

‘Apply yourself, Ophelia. You have so much potential.’ He returned to his papers, leaving me to mull over those mysterious words.