Page 12 of Teach Me
‘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.’
