Page 12 of His to Teach
I whimper as his fingers begin their movement against my center again, brushing lightly, and then firmer, until finally, finally, he slips one inside. His groan is nearly as loud as my own.
“Jesus, you feel amazing, Harper. You’re so tight. So wet.” He adds another finger, and then a third, and God I feel so full. So right.
“Nate.”
He begins a steady rhythm with his fingers, thrusting in and out, his words equally unrelenting as he drives me towards certain insanity. “I thought you looked so innocent when I saw you outside,” he murmurs, his voice raspy and deep against my ear. “But as soon as you walked into the club I knew—I knew that this was inside you. This dirty girl who wants to watch strangers and lets me finger fuck her in public.”
My only response is a whimper. A moan. I’m making unintelligible noises low in my throat and it’s taking every ounce of willpower I have to keep my hips still, like he told me to.
Becausehe told me to, and God do I want to please him.
“Are you still watching?” he asks, letting his thumb slide up to my clit while his fingers continue their steady thrusting, over and over. As soon as he touches me there, I cry out. I couldn’t stop the noise if my life depended on it. It feels so good, so completely perfect, like nothing has ever felt before. It’s like every nerve ending in my body has been drawn to that single point where he touches me, his thumb circling around my clit. “Harper,” he says, his voice louder. “Are you still watching?”
I had mostly forgotten about the scene still playing out in front of us. The way he’s touching me, the way he’s making me feel, like I might explode at any moment, is way too distracting. “No,” I tell him. “I’m not watching.”
“I want you to,” he says. “I want you watching them, thinking about what it would feel like if it was you in there, your body spread out for me, your ass bare. What it would feel like to be trapped against the bench, your limbs restrained, waiting for the sting of my punishment.”
Oh, God. I shudder around him and I’m so close, so fucking close already.
“Are you imagining it?” he whispers. “Imagining my hand on you, spanking you? Imagining it happening in a room like that, knowing that people are watching us?”
I’m full on whimpering now, a ceaseless cry from deep inside.
“Picture it, Harper,” he continues. “Picture how it would feel. The restraint. The pain. The pleasure.”
And God, Icanpicture it. I can see it so perfectly, what we would be like. My gaze locks on the woman’s face, twisted up in pain and pleasure, tears streaming down her cheeks, and I want that. Want it so bad I feel like I might die if I don’t get it.
And I want it from Nate. It doesn’t matter that I don’t know the first thing about him. Doesn’t matter that we’ve never spoken before this night. All that matters is that Nate seems to know my body already, knows exactly what to do to drive me crazy.
But even more important than his magical fingers is the way he seems to knowme, know exactly what I need and want, like he sees those secret dark places where I hid my desire for all these years.
“Can you see it?” he whispers.
“Yes. God, yes, Nate.”
“So can I. You would be so beautiful, your ass turning red for me.”
I can’t take this anymore. Can’t take the maddening pleasure radiating from where his thumb circles my clit, can’t take the sound of the woman crying out, over and over, as I watch the man strike her. Can’t take the picture he’s drawn in my mind, the tantalizing idea that this could be us someday. Can’t take any of it.
“Nate,” I plead.
“Come for me, Harper.”
And I do, immediately, the orgasm barreling through me, the pleasure white hot and overwhelming as it crashes throughme, again and again. Everything else disappears, my entire world narrowing to that flash of absolute perfection between my thighs.
And throughout the crash, Nate’s voice, satisfied and raspy against my ear, whispering exactly what I need to hear. “Just like that, Harper. That’s so good. So perfect. Good girl.”
I cling to those words, letting them fill me, letting them push the pleasure even higher.
I have no idea how long it lasts, how much time has passed when I finally come down. I feel weak, almost dizzy. Boneless and limp. If Nate wasn’t holding me so tightly, I would have fallen long ago. I blink, realizing that the scene in front of us has changed. The man is undoing the shackles, rubbing the skin on the woman’s wrists and ankles.
“This is my favorite part,” Nate whispers.
I turn my face towards him and our eyes meet. If I wasn’t already so breathless, the look on his face would have stolen all of my air. He’s beautiful, intense and dark and so fucking dangerous and all I want is more.
“What is?” I whisper, and he nods his chin towards the glass.
“The after,” he murmurs, kissing me lightly.
