Teach Me: Sinful Desires (20 page)

Bryce stepped back with his dick in his hand. She noticed how he stroked it through the open front of his trousers, not bothering to drop them. Destini felt a little strength return to her limbs. She untied the sash to her dress and let it drift from her arms to fall in a puddle of fabric at her feet. Then she unhooked her bra, pulling it free. She tossed it aside. Remaining in her heels, she was ready to begin. Her skin was covered with sweat and the room was filled with the heady fragrance of their body musk and sex.

Destini walked away from the wall to the hanging leather cuffs from silver chain links. He watched her, stroking his cock as she cuffed one wrist and slipped her hand in the other for him to fasten. Her eyes met with his. No words needed to pass between them. The contract remained unsigned. But did they really need it? She understood the change that had occurred with her life and every rule to follow felt organic. He finally let the beast go and dropped his pants and his underwear, stepped out of his shoes, removed his socks and stood there before her, all male.
Mercy! He is a beautiful specimen of a man
. He approached and fastened her other wrist, stepping back and smirking. She looked away, her eyes going to the riding crop. It lay on a table.

“I didn’t use a condom,” he said.

She nodded that she was aware.

“Are you protected?”

She shook her head no.

“Then why did you let me have it raw? You know you will be punished for such reckless behavior.”

Destini nodded that she did.

Bryce walked over to the table and picked up the Birchwood and smacked it into his hand, flexing and hissing with the cut of the air. His eyes shifted over to hers, and she caught the dark lust glistening in his irises, his pupils larger under his lashes. She shivered again. Her arms were spread wide with wrists firmly fastened in cuffs. There was no escape. Destini licked the sting to her lips, feeling them swell.

He towered over her, lightly tapping the rod into the palm of his hand. “You may ask your question.”

“What,” she cleared her throat. “What will you do to me?”

“Anything I want. Everything you deserve.” He let the flat tip of the cord brush over her painfully erect nipple. She was unbelievably hot. Streams of sweat drifted down her spine and between her cleavage.

“You may ask another question.”

“What do you feel for me?”

“Everything and nothing. What I feel for you is much deeper than anything that bastard could give you.”

“But he wasn’t—”

Bryce swatted her ass, sending a slash of heat over her tender flesh. She clenched her teeth.

“Speak when I give permission.”

She felt moisture gathering under her tightly shut lids. A single tear slipped from the inlet of her eye. Not from pain but release. His hand rubbed against her butt until the welts were soothed. “You upset me tonight, Destini,” he said against her ear, his voice breaking with emotion. “Don’t make me feel this way. Not when I only want to worship you. Speak.”

“I didn’t mean to upset you, Sir.”

“I believe you. Do you know why?” he asked, rubbing her ass and pressing his thick cock to her hip. “There is no end for us. He can’t have you. None of them can. This, for us, continues. You are Ms. Sanders to your students, to all of them, even that bastard who dared ply you with wine and try to take you from me. Destini Sanders, the third grade teacher with a brilliant way of molding young minds. But with me, you are simply mine, of course, with a little Rain.”

She closed her eyes as his hand moved around and cupped her pussy.

“You understand now, don’t you? I will go as far as we both can stand. We need a safety word for your protection because this body… this ass… this pussy… I plan to have all of it.” He moistened his lips. “Give me a safe word.”

“Please, Sir,” she answered.

“Aaah… that word again.
Please
? It’s a tease. Choose another.”

She opened her eyes. “Stop. I choose stop.”

“Too cliché and boring. Besides, I don’t like the denial in the word. The label that says I can have no more. I need the word to speak of rest, the need to pamper your pussy a little before I can go on. Choose another.”

He circled her. He faced her. He rubbed the cord up and down her side and traced the curve of her body from under her arm to her hip. “Give me a meaningful word.”

“I trus-trust you. I don’t need safety when I’m with you.”

He quirked a brow. “Very flattering, Destini. You are learning to please me. I’m learning how to please you. But I haven’t earned your trust and you still have to prove your loyalty. Therefore, we need a word my darling. I’ll take you without the contract but not without consent. Having that word between us always gives consent. Do you understand?”

She nodded that she did and smiled.

“So? I will give you a safety word. The one you keep thrusting on me. Let’s call your safety:
love
.”

Destini’s head slowly lifted. There was a hint of mockery in her soulful brown eyes that he didn’t expect, as if she was holding something back from him. Maybe it was his imagination. She was submissive to him. Of course it was his imagination.

“Yes, Sir. Safe is
love
.”

***

Sir rewarded her with a sweet kiss. Her tongue melted against his. He gathered her long thick tresses in his hand and tugged, bringing her mouth away and her head back. “Are you ready? This isn’t just about pleasure. This is about you and me and a place where no one can touch us. Do you understand?”

Destini nodded the best she could. He kissed her chin and released her. She relaxed, momentarily. Her lids fluttered shut. He walked around her again. From nowhere, he delivered four consecutive whacks to the center and most fleshy part of her ass. She nearly bit through her bottom lip to keep from crying out. Her nipples became painfully tight. Her stomach twisted in knots, and her pussy tingled.

Sir rubbed the sting into her raw, burning skin. Her head dropped forward and she gasped. He moved up behind her to lick her sweaty spine. That was before he delivered three more whacks. Her arms jerked in the bindings. She groaned, holding on.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you, sir. May I have another.”

*whack*

“Thank you, sir. May I have another.”

*whack*

“Thank you, sir. May I have another.”

*whack*

“Th-th-thank…ya-you, sir. May I have another.”

*whack*

*whack*

*whack*

Destini moaned, gasped for breath and exhaled slow. He came behind her, dropping the cord and rubbing his meaty cock between the halves of her raw ass. He cupped her breasts, holding them in his hands, squeezing and plucking her nipples.

“You are so beautiful. No man can deny it. Especially me. But no man can have you. Not you, my sweet Destini. I can never let you go.”

Destini struggled with her breathing.

“Did you like this?” he twirled her nipples between both fingers.

“Yes.”

“Do you know how beautiful your breasts are?” he asked.

“No.”

“Do you understand that men do? If they see these bare or under a sweater we know they are beautiful.”

“I-I-dunno.”

“Did he stare at these?” he asked.

“He?”

“Russ, the ex-lover. When you were with him tonight. Did he stare at your lovely breasts in that sexy dress of yours?”

“No. I, ah, I don’t remember.”

“I don't believe you.” he pulled her nipples with vice like pinches of his fingers.

Destini cried out softly. “I don’t think so.”

“No man can sit across from you and not stare at them.” he turned them with an even tighter twist. “I never could. At Wellington I would ask you to bring things to my office, to lift something from my desk, just to see them move.”

“Russ doesn’t matter to me. I swear it! I didn't allow it."

He finally let go and her head dropped forward.

“He touched your back,” he whispered in her ear.

“Yes. He did.”

“I'm displeased.”

“For-give...” Is all she could mutter, the pain to her nipples and backside was intensely warming with hot stings over her flesh.

“Maybe my Destini. Maybe I will. But not now,” he said as he stepped away.

“Is it still mine?” he asked.

“Yes,” she panted.

Destini heard the squirt of gel and heard the slickening of his cock before he returned. She anticipated the action before the thick head of his penis probed her opening. She had to part her feet and lift on her toes. The chains rattled as she pitched forward so her ass could lift and he could find a perfect strike. He slammed an inch in and the rest glided with ease. Her mouth stretched in a silent cry because it was so much better this way. Yes, yes, she liked it when he gave it to her from behind. He cupped her pussy with one hand and her left breast with the other. Biting down into her shoulder, he pumped his cock in and out while pinching and rubbing her clit. Tremors gripped her thighs and leg muscles all the way to her ankles. She strained on her toes but nothing lessened the assault. Her body spiraled on a Tilt-A-Whirl of passion and pain. Her eyes rolled into her skull as he fucked her repeatedly from behind, and she came.

She crashed.

She burned.

Have mercy
. She fell apart!

Destini cried out until she went hoarse as bands of colors exploded behind her tightly shut lids, and foreign sensations rippled under the sensitive walls of her pussy. Spent, her head dropped forward just as he shot off his release.

***

Sir had cleaned himself and her. She barely spoke when he fed her. Neither did he.  The act of eating required most of their energy. It was a dinner he had prepared for their night. One he cooked himself. How could she deny him this after betraying him by dining with another man?

To Sir’s pleasure, Destini ate without complaint. Once dinner was done, she lay across his lap and let him brush her hair. He enjoyed it very much. How different the texture was. How softly it let the brush rake through its thickness. When he was done he returned her to their bed and then blew out several candles, leaving many lit. He joined her. He was exhausted but his sexual appetite remained as aroused as hers. He kissed her because he couldn’t resist her lips any more, smiling at their tender sweetness. Every part of her was tender and sweet. He had slipped in her once without protection. The rest of the night he would not be as careless. Sir sheathed his cock before he rolled over on her.

Sir licked her lips, kissed her nose, and captured her mouth again as he lifted his hips. She parted her knees wider for him, lifting her ass from the mattress, granting him permission to enter. He wasn’t about to make her wait. She had been a good subject. Very accommodating. Now he would reward her with all the tenderness he could muster.

Sir positioned himself above her, taking his time. Extracting every last, sweet moment of anticipation in one fluid motion, he thrust himself all the way home.

And this time, it was better, if that were possible. The sheer power of their coupling magnified tenfold. She fitted him so well. Her skin, her body, her pussy, all of her moved like poetry against his body, inciting him to greater heights of pleasure. It was his job to please her, but she was so damn good she was rocking him down to his toes.

Once again he was reminded why she was the one. His search would end here, in her arms. He would have her, would worship her. He reared up, straining, feeling close, needing leverage as her hot mouth left his to trail down his neck.

He exploded into the reservoir of his condom like a tornado, wild and unhinged, demolishing his cool and reducing him to violent shudders and lasting whimpers. Sweat-slickened and panting, sleep tugging at him; insistent and unrelenting he dropped down in pure exhaustion.

“You…slay me,” he moaned.

She stroked his back and he thought he heard her chuckle.

Sir woke to find himself alone. He groaned, rolling over, looking for her. His eyes landed on a note left on his pillow. He lifted and blinked away sleep, not aware of time or space. It took long minutes for him to recall where he was.

Sir –

The night was magnificent because it was with you. You are who I choose. Our days will belong to Gaylor Prep. The nights will belong to you and me. It’s our fantasy.

Rain.

Sir smiled, dropping back on his pillow. “You and me, huh, Rain? At last.”

Eighteen

Three long weeks and Destini Sanders was stomping on clouds. Her days were filled with shaping inquisitive young minds. As a new teacher, the school administrators wanted her to expand on their curriculum based on the needs of her students. It was a freedom she’d never found in the public schools. The best she could hope for with tenure at Gaylor Prep was that they’d continue to trust in her skills. A school once strictly disciplined was now diverse in its pupils as well as its teaching programs. She was even considering taking over the debate club.

And then, of course, there was Sir. Dr. Bryce Carson Gaylor himself was truly invested in his role as their leader. He governed by one rule:
the needs of the students must always come first
. He was always present. She discovered he graduated from Princeton with a degree in Cognitive Early Childhood Development. She’d seen him take on a couple of classes when teachers were absent, and the children adored him. They sought him out constantly during recess or after classes. Sir could often be found in the gym most afternoons, running up and down the courts with the young boys, teaching them jump shots. He could be found in the study hall, tutoring or joining study groups to brainstorm with the students in some of the most forward-thinking ways. Destini had become a snoop. She’d hidden in the stacks and listened to his voice, and marveled at his wit. She’d sit in the top bleachers and watch him play horse or one-on-one in basketball. His days were as fulfilled as hers, and they loved their work jointly.