Teach Me: Sinful Desires

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Teach Me

Sinful Desires Series

 

Published by The Divas Pen LLC

Copyright 2015 Sienna Mynx

Cover design by Reese Dante

 

 

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Destini’s Lesson

Leather Straps

 

One

 

Rain crawled toward him on her hands and knees like a predator stalking her prey. She peered through locks of hair that covered her eyes. Her gaze burned hotter than that sweet delta between her thighs. Its potency warmed his skin with the sweet promise of pain and pleasure as it made the slow climb from the base of his upturned cock to its arrowhead tip. He knew and obeyed her rules. Her approach held him still, very still. He barely allowed air into his lungs. The pressure eased once her eyes flittered away under the shadow of her lashes. What was she looking for now? He noticed how she scanned the room for something beyond his line of vision, possibly the birchwood she’d used on him earlier.

So sweet was his suffering, his longing, his hunger for her that he knew she felt compelled to prolong his torment and stall his reward. Twisted silk scarves tied at each side of the antique bed’s posts bound his wrists. He awoke to find himself that way. She’d sexed him out twice already, and he made the unfortunate mistake of giving in to exhaustion before drifting off to sleep. Now came the consequences.

He should end it.

He tugged on his restraints.

Her head turned. A slow-forming easy smile lifted the left corner of her mouth. She crawled over his erect penis with her large, sexy breasts swaying. Her copper-glossed lips parted and the pink tip of her tongue dipped into his navel. His cock was pressed down by her covering weight. Captive, he sipped a stilted breath through clenched teeth. Damn her for that tease! The room was so hot that rivulets of sweat slipped from his brow, soaking his lashes and dripping into his eyes. The summer night condensed into a swirling ball of heat in the tiny motel room located twenty miles outside of the city. It had a busted air conditioner and an acceptable expectation of privacy, as his forbidden passions required clandestine meetings in spots such as this, where they often met, twice a week.

“Do it Rain. Put it in your mouth,” he pleaded. With all his might he summoned strength, he yanked down on his restraints. The bindings proved to be secure.

“Rain, suck me off. Suck me,” he said as he craned his neck and through the haze of his desire for her, glared at her treachery. He had never used the safety word: release. If he had the session would end. She’d never break the bonds of trust and respect by ignoring him.

The tip of her tongue again traced a trail over the lower line of his sweat-slicked abdomen to the nest of dark pubic hairs, spry and wild at the base of his cock. His double intake of air after one lick was released in a slow hiss as his back bowed away from the bed. His cock jerked, tapping her chin, and she went between his thighs. Rain chuckled. She wrapped her palm around his shaft and then gave a firm squeeze until the meat of it bulged between her fingers.

“Enough… e-nough… I can’t take much more!”

The truth was Rain had no limits, and though he was once told that every man under her spell soon learned theirs, his would be a torturous first for him.

Carefully, she fisted his cock and eyed it appreciatively. The mushroom cap at its tip was an angry purple with a dollop of pre-cum in its dimpled center. Rain flicked her tongue and grazed the sensitive layer of skin. His hips gave way to a violent shudder.

“Cut the shit, Rain!” he grunted, pulling hard on his bindings. The headboard jerked and rattled, but held him.

Her lids fluttered shut as she rolled her tongue over the sensitive head of his dick. Relaxing her jaw, she watched him shiver as she let his veined thickness glide in and out of the wet warm cavern of her mouth. Her natural talent orchestrated the momentum of his hip thrusts; each upward push drove him deeper down her throat with ease.

“Jeeeeezzzzeee!” he groaned, reacting and thrusting too soon. Rain then released several inches and began to suck so hard his dick cramped. His chest caved and pleasure rocketed through his hipbones, delivering rapid spasms through his jerking penis before he drifted into the dark abyss that was free from her control.

“Yes, Rain…yes…fuck yeah!” he sang, despite his earlier protest. His head thrashed about, her mouth pumped at his jerking erection until... the cool rubbery blunt tip of a butt plug was inserted into his forbidden hole, and he gurgled back on a scream of untamed pleasure...

 

Destini reached for the phone.

“Hello” she shouted in the receiver.
Damn. She hated being disturbed in the middle of a scene.
Her glasses slipped to the tip of her nose. She ripped them off, tossing the pair to the keyboard. The digital display of her clock flashed 11:45. It was late.

“What’s this I hear about you accepting the job at Gaylor Preparatory?”

“Naiya, do you know what time it is?”

“Answer me, Dez. Did you or did you not accept a teaching offer from Gaylor?”

A man’s muffled voice could be heard through the receiver. Destini strained to decipher the meaning of the covered conversation. She let her eyes roll when she recognized the voice. Naiya was with Jake. Jake Bowser, a guidance counselor at their school and the biggest mouthpiece on staff. Only Jake and the principal knew of her resignation. Now, so did Naiya. He was Naiya’s old-faithful when she was horny, lonely, and in between relationships. That bastard gave her up probably in the afterglow of the wild monkey sex Naiya bragged about.

“Can we not get into this right now?” Destini asked. She squinted at her laptop screen. She’d been working on Rain’s scene for two days. And tonight, two glasses of wine later she was there… she was almost there.

“Did you or did you not accept the job?” Naiya demanded.

“It’s a good move for me. Manchester Hills is a sweet little town in West Virginia. I love the serenity. It’s less pressure, so I can write more.”

“Hold the phone,” Naiya groaned.

Destini sighed. She listened as her friend kicked Jake from her bed. A debate between the two could be heard before Destini finally lowered the receiver, slipped on her glasses, and again began to peck at her keyboard. The laptop rested on her thighs, radiating heat. The letter A and N keys were rubbed off from her constant typing. Now she struggled for the next transition in prose. Writing sex scenes was like sewing, every stitch had to be precise and seamless. It was impossible to do so when distracted. She couldn’t channel the heat she’d felt just minutes prior. She loved Naiya, but sometimes she wanted to smack her friend for her constant late night dial-ups. Though Naiya wouldn't hesitate to remind her that it was she who picked up the phone.

“Dez? Dez!”

“I’m here.” Destini released an impatient sigh.

“You said you were going to do it. You were going to focus, get out there and promote your work. You said––”

“I’m writing, Naiya. I’m doing––”

“Bullshit! You’re writing because that’s what you do. You aren’t serious about doing much of anything else. You keep hiding behind your job, hiding behind that character in those books. Hiding, hiding, hiding! Damn, girl. You got talent and you’re scared of it?”

“Are you done?” Destini asked.

“No! Meet me tomorrow. I have something to show you. It’s important.”

“Meet you? You’re not coming to work?” she asked.

“No,” her voice trailed as if she wanted to say more. Destini felt the gnaw of resistance tug at her gut thanks to her friend’s vagueness. Naiya was up to something.

“I’ve been working on a project. Meet me tomorrow and I’ll explain.”

“But it’s a teacher’s work day. You have your lesson plans to prepare and––”

“Dez, just do as I say. Oh, and cut off that laptop and go to bed. If you ain’t getting none, why should Rain? Bye.”

It was an odd ending for them. Naiya had been her best friend since their freshman year in college. They were connected on many levels. She was the only one that knew of her writing compulsion, and that used to be fine. But now? Now she felt challenged, mocked, ridiculed over the growing success of the erotic books she published under her penname. A month ago they had turned a corner. Naiya had started comparing Destini’s lack of a personal life to the risqué sexual exploits of her fictional character. She tried to dismiss it, but Naiya had grown more insistent, and it was getting to be a bit annoying. She constantly pushed for her to be daring, to be more adventurous. The more Destini withdrew to her writing, the more Naiya pushed. It was as if there was a winning lottery ticket in it for her friend if she did.

You know why she pushes you, Destini. Naiya is fearless; it’s you that’s the coward. What are you afraid of? That people will finally see through you. That you will finally become whole? Or do you like living in your own shadow?

Destini dropped her head back and chuckled. Most people didn’t hear voices in their heads. She read somewhere once that Ernest Hemingway used to talk to people that weren’t there. Being a writer, sometimes your inner mind can turn on you. She had to wonder about her own sanity. How could Naiya understand? No one could.

When she was four she’d sit her dolls down to tell them stories. At five she drew pictures in her alphabet tablet because she couldn’t write complete sentences. When she turned six, she was putting her words under the pictures of dogs and frogs that were her best friends. Then at ten she was undressing Barbie and Ken and forcing them to sleep together after sneaking to read her mother’s trashy romance novels.

The computer was where she guarded her poems, short stories, and ideas under a password protected lock and key. She’d learned that lesson after her mother stumbled on some of her writings in junior high and had her in church on her knees, repenting.

Her life was her own. She spent eight hours out of a day with runny-nose second graders, then another four hours with her glass of wine and her thigh-warming laptop. Life was on her terms. The naughty thoughts in her head were safely placed in a story where she could be free, with none of the risks. It couldn’t get any better than that. Could it?

Sighing, Destini set the phone down and squinted at the blurring lines on the computer’s screen. A dull ache began to form behind her eye-sockets. She was done. The mood was gone. Rain could suck her hero’s dick until she got lockjaw, and Destini would still be unable to capture the scene. A waste.

Destini closed her laptop. She reclined in her favorite La-z-Boy. Her eyes fluttered shut, and the pressure building in her temples eased. With her legs warmly pocketed in a fleece blanket, she snuggled and relaxed under the warmth blowing from the air ducts. Her mind and thoughts began to fuzz over as the wine smoothed her frayed nerves. She always got anxious when a scene was beyond her fingertips. The headache was just a symptom of it.

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