Page 51 of Teach Me
The second smack echoed in the room. He alternated which side to hit, and when I reached six, I floated inside my head, barely aware of where he was or what he was doing. Nor did I care. I couldn’t make sense of it, and the confusion rattled my whole body with tremors. Or was it adrenaline? Maybe both.
Dr Braithwaite pushed my hair away from my face. ‘Well done, Ophelia. I’ll fuck you now. You may come, but keep this position.’
‘Thank you, Sir,’ I whispered, my voice cracking.
He flashed me another mysterious smile before straightening. Gripping my hips, he pushed into me with one hard thrust. My head lifted off the sheets as I let out a startled gasp.
‘You feel so good…’ Holding himself deep inside me, he paused for a blissful moment before pulling back to the tip. ‘Don’t move,’ he warned before setting up a rapid pace.
He fucked me hard and fast, challenging me to defy him again by changing my position. I wanted to. It was more intense than anything I’d experienced before. Every slam of his hips against my sore butt stung, but it stung so good that I pressed back against him, meeting him thrust by thrust as I craved more. More of the sharp sting. More of his thick cock filling me so completely. The confusion I’d felt earlier when he’d spanked me intensified when I suddenly came.
Hard.
The orgasm raced through me like a seemingly endless wave of heat. If it weren’t for his firm grip on my hips, I would’ve collapsed onto the mattress. But he didn’t let me fall. He kept me in my ordered position and slammed into me. The wave of pleasure continued into another orgasm and another, never fully letting me come down from one high before the next soared me even higher.
Fresh tears sprang to my eyes as he kept pounding into me until I pleaded for mercy. ‘Sir!’ I heaved for air. ‘Sir, please. I can’t…’
He slowed to long strokes. ‘Do you want to move, baby girl?’
‘Yes,’ I breathed. ‘Yes, Sir!’ I quickly corrected, my whole body trembling.
‘Very well. You may move your left knee to the yellow dot.’
‘Thank you,’ I sobbed.
He grasped my thigh. ‘Let me help you.’
I should’ve known it was a trick. The new position widened my stance and ramped up the intensity. I felt every thick inch of his cock gliding slowly in and out of me, and I groaned in frustration. In need.
‘I love this sight,’ he murmured, gliding a hand up my spine. ‘My cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy. Your body shaking as I make you come over and over again. Are you enjoying yourself, Ophelia? Am I making you feel good?’
‘Mhmm,’ I groaned, unable to speak.
He palmed my breast, kneading it roughly. ‘You’re tired, aren’t you?’ He tutted me as he rolled my nipple between his fingers. ‘Give me two more orgasms like this, and I’ll let you lie on your back as I eat you out.’
Two? I let out a croaky laugh. ‘I can’t.’
‘Yes, you can.’
‘I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.’
‘Good.’ His hand left my breast. He gripped my hips and slammed into me. ‘I want you sore. I want this pussy to remember me. But don’t come until I say you can.’
‘Oh, God,’ I objected.
‘My name isn’t God,’ he said, sounding amused. ‘But I’ve been told I fuck like one.’
‘You do,’ I moaned. ‘You fuck me so good.’ The familiar tingling of an impending orgasm warned me to concentrate, but it was hard. His thrusts were slower this time, but the change in pace didn’t lessen the intensity at all. He brought me to the edge of my orgasm and held me there until I thought I would lose my mind. Sweat covered my whole body. My clit was so swollen that I cried out when his fingers found it, drawing lazy circles.
‘Are you close, baby girl?’
‘Y-yes, Sir.’
‘Do you want to come?’ He withdrew to the tip and thrust back in, pulling a deep moan from me. ‘Ask me nicely, Ophelia.’
‘Please.’ I moistened my lips. ‘Please let me come.’
Not answering, he flicked my clit. My heart pounded. He would let me come, wouldn’t he? I could barely hold my hips in position. Part of me wanted to defy him, to allow the pleasure to overtake me. I was so close. The next sweep of his fingers could unravel me.
