Page 2 of Teach Me Daddy

I’m scared and definitely a little nervous but my heart leaps and I eagerly nod.

Hetsksthree times. “Words. I always need your words.”

Understanding the importance of consent, I respond, “Yes. I’d like that very much.”

“Good.” He brushes a few stray locks behind my ear. “Come with me.” He tugs on my hand, and I stumble forward a step, my feet still frozen to the floor.

“Right now?” I ask with butterflies in my belly.

Master Blake steps closer until our bodies are flush against each other. His heat seeps into me, and I inhale his unique scent, a blend of crisp soap, masculine sweat, and woodsy sandalwood.

God, he smells yummy.

His lips brush against the shell of my ear as he whispers, “Yes, little one. Right now.I’ve had my eye on you for weeks, and I can’t wait another minute.”

Before I can respond, I’m being tugged behind him, down a long hall and to the back of the club. We pass several rooms, where men and women are fucking on the other side of glass windows while club members watch—touching themselves and others.

When we reach the end of the hall, Master Blake opens the door and ushers me across the threshold. I’ve never been inside one of these rooms before, and I look around with an inquisitive gaze, taking in the matte black walls and the four-poster mahogany bed in the center. There’s a small cabinet in the corner that likely contains various toys, restraints, and floggers. The idea of what Master Blake could do with any one of those items makes my heart race and my temperature rise.

There’s an open door on the other side of the room, and I can see that it leads to an en-suite bathroom. It’s pristine, just like the rest of the space, which puts me at ease.

I hear the deep rumble of Master Blake’s voice and turn to find him still in the hallway, talking to one of the club employees. I don’t hear what’s said, but a moment later, he steps into the room and closes the door behind him.

I’m alone with the object of my desire, the man I’ve become obsessed with since the start of the summer. Every nerve ending in my body seems to suddenly fire off, heightening my skin’s sensitivity and making my pulse skitter.

“Have you ever been flogged before, little one?” He slowly approaches me as if coming upon a wounded animal.

I shake my head, and he growls with disappointment.

“No. Always use your words with me. We can’t have misunderstandings.”

I only want to please him, knowing he’ll please me in return. So I speak up, as I know I should when participating in any BDSM activity. “I haven’t,” I reply firmly. “I’ve never done anything like this.”

There’s an unmistakable satisfaction gleaming in his eyes before he moves to the cabinet. I watch him pull out a black flogger with an intricately woven handle and soft leather strips hanging from one end. It’s a tool I’ve seen him use many times, striking the flesh of his models while bringing them to the peak of ecstasy.

He’s confident in his movements as he comes back to me, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. He’s a predator stalking his prey, and I’m surprised by how much I love it.

“You’ll need a safe word,“ he explains. “Something you’ll remember, even if you’re distracted by the feelings rushing through your body. And it should be one that you wouldn’t normally say during play. Because the moment you say that word, I’ll stop everything immediately.”

My mind races. “Um… how aboutbananas?” I feel silly, but that’s probably not something I’d ever yell out during sex.

His smile says he agrees. “Fucking perfect, little one. Now, take off your clothes.”

My fingers tremble as I untie my corset, my heart practically thumping out of my chest. His eyes never leave mine while he drags the tendrils of the flogger through his long, thick fingers. There’s fervency in his gaze, and I realize that I’ve never seen him look at any of his models the way he’s looking at me right now. He’s always attentive and in control with them, but the way that his eyes burn into me feels different, almost reverent.

It doesn’t take long for me to undress, and I’m not wearing a bra. That leaves me in just a dark-purple G-string and tall black heels. But when I hook my thumbs beneath the sides of my skimpy panties, Master Blake stops me.

“Leave it on. And the shoes too.” He smirks before dragging out his words. “I want you just like this.”

My body trembles and my thighs clench as wetness gathers at my core. I can’t believe this is happening. After I’ve waited weeks—no, months—just to talk to this man. I had no idea this would happen tonight and only hoped for the courage and opportunity to speak to him.

This is better than I dreamed, and I’m practically naked in front of Master Blake, the man I desire and want to use my body to bring himself pleasure. As many times as I’ve seen other women in scenes like this, it’s my first time to bare myself without holding anything back. It’s exhilarating and I want more.

“Move to the bed and place your hands above your head on one of the posts,” he commands.

I obey, walking on shaky legs as I get into position. I feel vulnerable as I stand with my back facing him, so I peer over my shoulder, finding his eyes zeroed in on my ass. He looks… hungry.

“Such a pretty little thing,” he murmurs.

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