Teach Me: Sinful Desires (11 page)

What’s wrong, Destini? You did it. Boy, did you ever. Or maybe I should say he did you. Why run now? Go back upstairs and get more. You know secretly you want to.

Destini avoided the smirks of the bouncers and kept her head low. The wind tossed her locks wildly into her face, for which she was grateful. God help her. She wanted away from that place. She only paused after she was behind the wheel. Her gaze swept up to the windows of the building. The top floor, where he remained with that satisfied smile on his lips, was where part of her still lay: in that bed with him. He called to her, telling her to come back to him. She could feel it, such a seductive chant it rattled in her skull.

The man who had valeted her car gave her a curious look. She forced the car into drive and sped away. Pushing all thoughts of him aside was her first priority.

Ten

“Open the door!” Naiya’s fist hit like rapid fire. “Girl, it’s been two days! I’m worried sick about you. Open the door!” More banging came. Pounding and what sounded like kicking. “Dez! It’s me. Your car is out here. I know you’re in there. Open the door… are you okay?”

Destini released the lock. She let the door open a slither, while holding tight to the top of her robe. Naiya’s eyes stretched with alarm. She panted as if she’d run a marathon.

“Thank God. You scared the shit out of me. I’ve been calling you.” Naiya said.

“Not a good time, Naiya. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” Destini tried to close the door.

Naiya threw her hand up. “No, it’s not okay. What’s the matter? Open the door, girl.” Naiya pushed against the door. Another shove and Destini’s weak hold softened. She stepped back. She wore a dusty-pink robe and thick socks. She tried to smooth back the tangles in her knotty hair. She hadn’t run a comb or brush through it in days. She’d seen her reflection in the mirror though, so she understood the stricken look her friend wore. Her skin was ashen in color and no matter how many showers and hours of sleep, she could do nothing to recover. Even though she kept her condo dark, she knew the puffy rings of exhaustion under her eyes could be seen. But Destini made attempts to turn away, to conceal the rest of her face.

“Holy Shit! What the fuck?”

“Don’t feel good,” Destini mumbled. She eased carefully down into her favorite chair. Naiya closed the door. Locked it. Then she took inventory of her friend’s usually immaculate place. Destini never left anything out of order. But her small home was in complete disarray. Naiya’s scrutiny made her painfully aware. Dishes and empty water bottles were stacked on the counters in the kitchen and the sink. There was a closed-in musk to the usually airy, neat, lofty condo. Magazines were left on the floor alongside empty Chinese cartons from a place that delivered not far from there.

“Open the place up and let in some air for starters.” Naiya went to her patio doors. She drew back the blinds and slid open the glass door.

Destini turned away as if the mere sunlight and fresh air caused her pain. She drew her knees up to her chest. Naiya noticed that the cute pink and green computer bag Destini loved leaned against the side of her chair. Sealed inside was Destini’s other best friend: her laptop. It was a clear indication that something was wrong.

“Baby, what is it?” Naiya asked.

Destini shrugged. “A cold, I guess.”

Naiya walked over to her. She dropped the back of her hand to Destini’s forehead. “You don’t feel warm. What hurts?”

Destini didn’t respond. She didn’t look up. She just sighed, keeping her head down. Naiya dropped low to capture her eyes. “Dez, talk to me. It’s been two days. You haven’t called and you––” she looked back to the laptop bag. “You haven’t been online. What’s up?”

Destini drew in her chapped lips and tried to swallow the lump in her throat so she could speak. She finally did. “It’s nuthin. I’m just tired. That’s all. Feeling a little taxed.”

“Well, you’re going to shower and run a comb through that nappy head of yours.” Naiya smiled. “I’ll take care of you. How about I fix you something to eat? Okay?”

“Why aren’t you at work?” Destini asked.

“To hell with work.” Naiya waved it off. “Carson! Girl you haven’t heard. That’s why I’ve been calling you.”

“What about him?” Destini frowned.

“He quit. He walked in two days ago and announced he was resigning effective immediately. And poof,” Naiya snapped her fingers. “Like that he was gone.”

“Huh? Are you kidding me?”

“No shit girl. I don’t know what happened,” Naiya said.

Destini just looked on blankly.

“Get up! C’mon, get up.” Naiya tugged at Destini’s hands and made her stand. Smoothing her hair back from her face, she kissed Destini on the cheek. “Now, I hope you got some bacon. I feel like a club sandwich. You game? Doritos and
cherry
-pop, cause I know you got some
cherry
-pop.”

Destini shivered at the mention of the word
cherry
. She forced a smile, but knew the drained hollow look to her face told of her shame. “Yeah, I got some.”

“Good… now march!” Naiya pointed to the room door. She watched her friend as she headed for the bedroom. Destini’s legs were stiff and her movements sluggish.

Destini had chosen to soak in cool water to ease the swelling on her butt cheeks each day, but today’s bath actually had her feeling better. The welts to her backside were all but disappearing. The sinful memories of what caused them remained. She wiped her hand over the condensation on the mirror to get a good look at herself.

Passionate hickies peppered her breasts and neck. She bruised easily, so the purple-reddish marks looked more like battle scars than love bites. Destini ran a finger over them. Sir’s face came forth out of the shadows of her memory. Her eyes fluttered shut under his dark, penetrating gaze, and she was forced to recall the ways he sucked her skin through his teeth as he did the other things. Things that sent a quiver from her pelvis bone to her shaken core. She hugged herself, waiting for it to pass, but desire bloomed in her and spread like heat waves under her skin. What was happening to her?

“Wake up.” She’d only closed her eyes for a brief second. Exhausted, but more alive than she’d been…well, ever.

“What time is it?” she asked.

“Doesn’t matter.” He slid the covers off her body, slowly revealing her curves. Then he lifted her into his arms.

“I’m exhausted. I think I should go home,” she pleaded.

“No. The sex is so much better when you’re feeling this way,” he whispered.

“Sir, no more,” Destini mumbled, as he carried her from the bed.

He kissed her cheek, cradling her gingerly with her nude body pressed up against his own. She held to his neck and tried to focus, tried to summon strength for what was to come next. With butterflies in her stomach, she ached for a conclusion.

Sir pressed his lips to her ear and spoke softly, his voice warm and seductive. “I need to teach you how to take care of your body Cherry. You will have some bruising and swelling. I can’t bare the thought of you in pain.”

“I don’t feel pain. I feel loved,” she whispered.

“Then let’s write our own love scene. Write one for just me and you.”

Destini blinked at the request. Her eyes lifted.

“Write? Love scene?”

“Me and you, not Rain.”

She saw awareness in his eyes. Awareness that she’d missed before. He knew her body, her desires; he knew Rain was a fake. Did he know she was an author? Who the hell was he?

They crossed the room past the still-burning candles; flames flickered with the shift in air as they went. Through a black door she never recognized in the room, they continued to a cool area he’d prepared for them. Her head went back and she sucked in another deep breath, causing her breasts to rise and fall under his watchful gaze. He carried her as if she weighed nothing, her arm slipping from his neck down his back. Her head tilted back further. Sir shifted her weight, lifting her higher, as they walked through the bathroom. He ran his tongue over her nipple.

Destini was so raw. Every nerve in her body pulsated, throbbed, causing the blood to boil in her veins. It was a charge of sensations going all the way through to her marrow. She exhaled slowly.

“You’re trembling,” Sir breathed in deep as if inhaling her very essence. “I like that.” He exhaled slowly with his voice lustful and thick.

They entered another candlelit alcove with a claw-footed porcelain tub fit for two. Destini felt a sense of relief. The glistening cool clear blue waters called soothingly to her. Speechless, he eased her into the tub, the largest of its kind she’d ever seen. Destini’s head dropped back on the rim and her tired eyes closed slowly, lashes resting on her cheeks.

The icy temperature of the water had her sucking in deep breaths and relaxing, all at the same time. “Why is it so cold?”

“Always a cool bath my pet. Add some lavender in the water,” he kissed her brow. If it had been a degree hotter, she would have been torched; her body was already aflame in every orifice below her waist. How did he know she needed this so desperately?

“All those lovely fantasies in your pretty head,” he mumbled, smoothing her hair back.

“Fantasies?”

Sir smiled, his green eyes even darker than emeralds in the candlelight. He pressed a gentle kiss to her temple. “Better?”

“Yes, but its late and, I should... I should go.”

“Not yet.”

“Then when?”

“Stay until the sun comes up. I don’t plan on letting you go until I have to. Possibly by force. I can’t imagine letting you out of this room then.” He rose, went to the other side of the tub and eased himself in, eyes on her the entire time. Destini should’ve objected. Instead, she dissolved in the cooling waves stirred by his descent. She drifted along them and relaxed. Then her eyes fluttered open once more after several short minutes passed. Sir’s arms rested on the opposite sides of the tub. He watched her.

“Come here,” he finally spoke.

Lifting, she did as he asked. He closed his legs so her knees could go on either side. His thick cock bobbed in the waters. He reached and palmed the curve of her cheek and brought her face closer. The kiss was the softest of the night. She eased up against him, her breasts brushing his tight pecs.“Like I said… we’ll keep going, again, and again, and again.” He breathed the commands into her mouth.

Sir’s hands slipped under the water and cupped her tender ass. She felt a jolt of pain, then relaxed against his holding her, knowing any objections would be futile. He eased her up so she sat on top of him. She was too disoriented to consider what they were doing. What would come next? And when she slid down on his thickness, bare, she didn’t care. A perfect fit. She gripped the tub behind him, where his head rested, and started to work her hips.

“How do you manage it? To keep… keep going? Isn’t it physically impossible for a man to maintain an erection for this long?” she asked.

“I haven’t cum. Not yet.”

“Oh my God,” she sighed.

“Aah…yeah…, the things you do to me,” he moaned. Destini rode the wave with him, agreeing and fucking him until she was careening again past the point of no return.

“Will you cum now,” she asked feeling her self on the crest of an explosion.

He ran his hand down her breast. He leaned in and licked her nipple. “I want to cum down your throat,” he said.

She stopped moving and her eyes connected with his. She resisted the urge to snatch the mask from his face. It was a part of him now. She realized she didn’t want to see him without it.

“Okay,” she answered. “But I’m not good… at it,” she warned him.

The sly corner of his mouth titled into a half-smile. “I’ll teach you.”

“The only time we didn’t use protection,” Destini mumbled, ashamed. After he bathed her, they went back to the room and made love until they both collapsed. More wax, more heat, more games, again, again, and again and just as he promised he taught her how to suck his dick until he exploded in her throat. She opened her eyes and faced herself. She enjoyed it, some of it.

In the light of the day, she discovered it wasn’t easy to live with her reckless behavior. Sir, her masked lover was gone and her conscience was all that was left. She knew nothing about him. Not even his last name. He wasn’t her boyfriend, fiancé, even a friend. She’d given up something she always considered special, sacred, to a complete stranger––just because he asked. Writing it, writing Rain, wasn’t her fantasy. Her writing was more than that for her. The character was just an expression of her creativity.
Why couldn’t she have left it at that?
Now she couldn’t even bring herself to type a word. He was in her skin. He branded her in ways that shouldn’t be possible. It was true. She felt like an addict shivering through her craving for another hit. Just one more hit.

“Dez, I don’t see any turkey in––” Naiya stopped under the threshold of the now flung open bathroom door. She looked Destini over with growing horror. “What the fuck? What the fuck happened to you?” Naiya looked up and their eyes met. Destini grabbed her robe and put it on, embarrassed beyond belief. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

“You went. Didn’t you?” Naiya asked.

Destini forced a smile. “Yeah, me and Rain went to Ajani. It was interesting.”

“Who… how did you get those bruises? You went up into one of the rooms?”

“It’s not that bad.”

“Who did that shit to you?”

“Naiya, I consented. Okay? It’s over. I’m fine.”

She turned, looking for her toothbrush. Naiya came inside stroking the back of her hair. “Dez, you weren’t supposed to be hurt. Get wild, yes, but you weren’t to be hurt… I’m going to fucking kill Nero!”