Page 7 of His to Teach
His eyes flash down at me. “That is, of course, if you decide to come back here.”
I have no idea how to respond to that, but the bartender is sliding our drinks back across the counter and I’m relieved to have something to do with my hands. I’m feeling increasingly fidgety as my nervousness grows.
“Relax,” Nate says, his hand back at my waist. “You’re in charge here, Harper. Always remember that. You can leave at any time. No one will pressure you or force you or hurt you in any way.”
I let his words sink in, my confidence ramping up a little. I straighten my shoulders and I can practically feel the grin on his lips when he bends down to whisper in my ear. “Unless, of course, pain is what you want.”
I swallow, a hot throb of need hitting me straight in the gut. How does he do that? Turn me on so much with just his voice, just the nearness of him?
He chuckles softly, guiding me away from the bar. “Let’s go.”
As we start across the room, my heart pounds harder. Am I nervous or excited? I can’t even tell anymore—the two emotions are so intertwined in this place.
“A few rules if you’re going through that door with me,” Nate says, his voice easy, like this is an everyday conversation. “It is unlikely anyone will address you so long as I’m with you. Even so, I would prefer you talk to no one. If you have questions, ask me.”
He doesn’t want me to talk to anyone else? That seems strange to me. I assumed these people are his friends. “Why?”
His lips tighten slightly, and I get the distinct impression he’s annoyed by my question. Then he smooths the irritation from his face. “If you’re with me, I’ll feel responsible for you.”
Well, that doesn’t really explain anything. Before I can question him further, he goes on. “What you see on the other side of that door might feel overwhelming. Just remember, you’re under no pressure. Look around. Satisfy your curiosity. And if anything bothers you, tell me.”
There’s care in his voice, I realize. However strange his rules might seem to me, he genuinely seems to be looking out for me. For that reason, I nod.
Nate meets my gaze, the dark promise in his eyes sending a shiver through me. “If anything appeals to you, you can tell me that, too.”
My legs are practically shaking as we reach the door, and I try to take comfort from his arm around me. He’s so large and sturdy, his body warm. I could lean on this man, I realize. I could lean on him and he’d hold me up. He wouldn’t let me fall, this stranger beside me.
Nate pushes open the door, leading me into a long, dimly lit hallway, plain wooden doors scattered on each side. “We’ll start here,” he murmurs, gesturing at the first door on our right. He’s smirking. “A good primer—the perfect room for beginners.”
I have no idea what he’s talking about but my mouth is now way too dry to respond. I follow him through and it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the sudden darkness. The room is narrow and long and I have the impression of many people filling the space, though it’s still difficult to see. As the scene begins to come together, I take in a sharp breath.
It isn’t just people that I had sensed. It’s couples. And several of them are naked and moving together.
“You okay?” Nate whispers.
I let out a shaky breath. “This is what you call a primer?”
He laughs, the sound low in my ear. “This is positively tame. Just wait until you see some of the other rooms.” He nods towards a couch on the other side of the space. “Come on. Let’s go watch.”
It’s slightly less crowded on this side of the room, quieter. But we’re far from alone. There’s a couple, a man and woman, sitting on the couch. And directly in front of them, spread out on the floor, is another pair. As we get closer, as my eyes continue to adjust to the darkness, I take in what I’m watching. It isn’t a couple on the floor. It’s actually three people, a man and two women. And all of them are completely naked.
My eyes are immediately drawn to the woman on her back. She’s stunning. Her breasts are on the small side, but perky with perfect pink nipples. Her brown hair is spread out behind her, asilky crimson blindfold covering her eyes. Her hands are above her head, bound with the same silky material of her blindfold. The second woman, a redhead, is kneeling before her, her fingers brushing between the blindfolded woman’s legs.
The man kneels behind the pair, lazily massaging his dick. “Slave, how would you like it if this slut licks your clit?” he asks.
I can’t stop the gasp from leaving my mouth. This is what Nate had called tame? I feel like I’ve just walked into the middle of a porno. Do people actuallytalklike this?
For the first time since Nate approached me, I seriously consider leaving. I wanted to believe that I’m mature enough for this, that I could pass for sophisticated and experienced, even if I don’t feel it. But this…this is so over the top. Am I seriously going to stand here and watch these strangers fuck?
As if sensing my panic, Nate squeezes my hand. “Remember what I told you,” he whispers. “You’re in charge.”
I nod, trying to find the power in his words, and force my eyes back to the woman with the blindfold.
“If it pleases you, Master,” the blindfolded woman says softly.
I somehow refrain from burying my face in Nate’s shoulder to hide my eyes. I can watch this. I try to remind myself about my academic curiosity but I know it’s bullshit. Academics has nothing to do with my presence in this room.
“Perfect answer,” the man says, moving so that he’s kneeling at the blindfolded woman’s head. He runs his hands through her hair, the movement slow, almost lazy, before moving his fingers down to brush across her shoulders and finally over her breasts.
