Page 11 of Teach Me Daddy

Something inside me shifts as we both settle, and he collapses onto my chest while I cradle him between my thighs. I wrap my legs around his waist as his dick softens inside me, feeling our combined releases slowly seeping out. I’m happy and sated and I know that there’s something real happening between us. Something that could be amazing, if we’re willing to take a chance.

I just hope he thinks I’m worth risking his career for.

5

MADISON

Blake has been quiet as we prepare to leave the club. He hasn’t said anything about seeing each other again, but I know this won’t be the last time we’re together. I sense that he’s holding himself back emotionally, and I don’t understand why. As amazing as sex is between us, I see him fighting this seemingly innate connection we have, even though he has let his guard down with me at school and here at Club Sin.

Whatever it is, I don’t think it’s strictly because I’m his student. There’s something else at play, and I’m determined to discover the truth. We may still be getting to know one another, but I’m developing real feelings for this man—no matter how quickly it’s all happening. I want to be with him, which means I need to figure out what’s holding him back.

As he walks me to my car, he surprises me by asking me to come to his house.

“Is… that a good idea?” Neither one of us can afford to be caught together.

“Do you trust me?” He lifts my chin, making me look into his eyes.

“I think I’ve proven that already.” I smile coyly at him.

He places a sweet kiss on my cheek. “Then follow me home. I want more time with you.” This feels like a big step, one that I’m excited to take.

My body fills with warm fuzzies as I get into my vehicle and follow him. We live in a decent-sized city with a few hundred thousand people, and the college is a big part of the community. There are no bad areas. But this neighborhood, on the east side of town, is definitely located in one of the wealthier parts. I don’t think much of it, considering that my own family comes from old money. So fancy houses don’t matter to me much. Besides, a nice house doesn’t prove anything about the type of person who lives there. And what I really want to know is what type of person Master Blake is.

Or… I guess I should call himDaddynow.

It sounds forbidden on my tongue and I blush at the thought. But I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel right calling him that. Especially when he calls me hislittle one. And I love how the term of endearment makes me feel. Treasured and cared for. Two things I’ve never felt before, certainly not from my family or anyone else I know.

He opens two bays of his three-car garage and pulls into the far-left space. I park in the vacant middle spot, since the right is occupied by a smaller car. It’s covered with a black cloth, but from the size of it, I’m guessing it’s probably some kind of luxury sports vehicle. Before I can even kill my engine, Blake is at my side and opening my door. He holds his hand out to me, and I take it with a subtle grin on my lips.

“I hope you find my home to your liking, little one.” There it is again, that term of endearment, which I have to believe means something to him. Even if it doesn’t, it means something to me.

He escorts me inside the large, modern, two-story home with dark-blue siding and white trim. It’s a new build with an open-concept, hardwood floors, and neutral-colored walls.There are oversized white sofas in the living room and commercial stainless-steel appliances in the kitchen. The granite countertops are clean and clutter-free, and the smell of burning wood lingers in the air, as if he’s recently had a fire in the marble fireplace. Looks like a cozy place to read and I can imagine him sitting in the comfy chair, grading papers and enjoying his whiskey.

I wonder if he ever wears cardigans, or maybe he only does that in my professor fantasies.

He’s watching me as I look around, dragging my fingertips along the different surfaces, and exploring his home. When I finally meet his gaze, I can see that he’s eager for something.

“What would you like to do?” I ask, assuming that we’ll go straight to the bedroom.

“I was thinking you’d like to clean up and relax. How about a bath?”

An expression of pleasant surprise covers my face. “A bath?”

“I’m thinking I didn’t give you enough aftercare this evening.”

Remembering how he fed me fruit and made me drink my water, I politely disagree. “I think you gave me plenty of aftercare tonight. But I did miss out after our earlier session.” I arch one brow as I hint to our sexcapades in his office this afternoon.

“You’re right, and I apologize, little one. I wasn’t a very good Daddy, now was I?”

I feign a pout and shake my head, making him grin as he tugs me to the staircase. I follow along, letting him lead me to the primary suite. I barely get a glimpse of his masculine bedroom with a king-sized bed, decorated in different shades of black and gray. Then, he pulls me into his en-suite bathroom.

It’s huge, with a water closet, glass-enclosed shower stall, and a deep garden tub big enough for two. I watch as Blake sitson the tiled edge, turning on the hot water and adjusting the temperature. As it fills the tub, he retrieves a bottle of bubble bath from beneath the sink and pours a generous amount into the streaming water.

I look at him curiously, but say nothing.

“What? A man can’t enjoy a bubble bath now and then?”

I laugh as he reaches for my wrist and pulls me near. “I guess it takes a real man to bathe with bubbles.”

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