Teach Me: Sinful Desires (26 page)

Sir was there, his hands to her hips. Destini removed her hands and let him run the zipper down the rest of the way. He kissed her left shoulder blade; his lips then brushed their ways up to her neck. Destini relaxed. She forced herself to forget Gaylor and everything about the black rose. She just let herself go. His hands slid around to her midriff. The front of her dress dropped and the chill in the room caused her nipples to peak. She shivered.

“Aw, my lovely, are you cold?” he whispered to the back of her ear, his breath warming her there. “Let me warm you,” he said ever so softly.

Sir cupped both breasts in his hands. He pressed his groin into her backside and she pushed back, loving the thick hard feel of him. Sir rubbed her nipples between his finger and thumbs, pinching each one. Heat spread through her chest and pooled down to her pelvis, dripping moisture to the seat of her panty. Underwear had been a requirement for this dinner. She wanted as much clothing and propriety as possible while she met his family.

Stop thinking of that cruel tyrant, Destini. He isn’t Sir, and what you share with Sir is nothing like what he has with that poor pitiful creature, Arlene. Or is that just the lie you tell yourself?

Destini turned and faced her lover. She pushed her dress down from her hips, silencing the voices in her head. Her nipples brushed his chest and she could tell he liked it, because she did. She stepped back so he could see her in her tiny black lace panty and the garter stockings she chose. She walked over to the side of the bed, lifting her foot to the edge. Sir stood perfectly still, watching her every move. He liked it when she wore garters. He liked it more when she removed them for him. And she wanted to please him, show him what being loved by a woman truly meant.

Destini unfastened the clip to the front and back of her left thigh. She tauntingly did the other. She removed the belt on her waist and dropped the thin straps to the floor. Sir began to unbutton his shirt. Destini walked around the bed. She sat at the foot of the mattress and laid back. Lifting her leg with dancer-like poise she put her foot to his bare chest, his linen white shirt now hanging open. Sir moved forward only to reach the top of her shapely thigh and roll her stocking down. The ease of his hands as the silk stocking glided down her skin sent a shiver up her spine and set her flesh to goose bumps with excitement.

Destini lowered her leg and lifted the other. Sir, with care, proceeded to ease the stocking off, running his palms over her calves to her ankle. He lifted her foot and kissed the center arch, his eyes latched to hers.

Destini sat up. She went for his belt. He stopped her. The rules usually meant her first, all of her, and she still wore her panty. That was against the rules. She was to be bare, accessible, unquestionably his. But tonight would not be about the scene and he would not hide from her behind the rules. Tonight would be just about them. Her gaze lifted to his. Wordlessly, she communicated her intentions with her eyes. Slowly, his hand dropped from hers.

Destini unfastened the buckle; a brass Gucci rectangular piece pierced the finest calfskin leather. She eased it from the loop. His eyes darkened like black ice, and sparkled when she snapped the buckle out like a whip to her right before tossing it to the floor. She unbuttoned his top button, easing down the tiny tab of his zipper. Sir was always sans underwear and tonight was no different. A mass of dark spry pubic hairs greeted her and his dick hung low, but not too far from her reach. Destini slipped her hand inside the front of his pants and withdrew his cock. Its hard-veined girth was difficult to hold in her small hand. But she fisted the shaft and lifted the round, glistening, hooded tip. Her mouth parted as it drew near, her eyes fastened to his. The moment his cock glided in over her tongue she saw him weaken. All the tension in his body seemed to melt away. Good boy.

Destini swallowed as best as she could. She was never good at this and sucking his length was never easy, but she braved the task. Taking him in all the way to the back of her throat, she sucked in her jaws as she worked her head back and forth. She loved the manly musk smell of him and sucked harder, stronger, when he grabbed the back of her head to hold her steady. He thrust his hips gently so as not to strangle her, but she heard his grunts and whispered demands that she go faster. So she did. Sucking, licking, rolling her tongue over the tip with each withdrawal and swallowing deep.

Destini wanted him to come. He had never come in her mouth, but tonight she would swallow his seed gladly. She wanted to taste all of him. He pushed back, with a loud groan and she knew he would deny her the opportunity. So she sucked harder, held tighter, and squeezed his balls with her free hand.

“DESTINI,” he grunted forcing her off and ejaculating on her chin, spraying her chest. She reached for him greedily but he was quicker. He brought her up to her feet and tossed her on the bed. She giggled. He didn’t. He was on her, his mouth covering hers. She forced his shirt off his muscle-packed arms. He lifted her by the ass and pushed her back to the center of the bed. He covered her, forcing her legs apart.

Their flesh, her chest and his, was sticky with sweat and his pearly seed. The wet smacking noise turned her on. She pushed her hands into the back of his lowered pants and grabbed his clenched buttocks. He gasped for air, lifting his lips from hers, gazing down at her with pure emotion.

This is love, Destini. Isn’t it? You know love. Don’t you? Look at how he looks at you? What man looks that way at a woman he doesn’t love? Tell him you love him again; show him that there is nothing to fear in those words. Label this thing between you. Or are you as big of a chickenshit as he is, Destini girl?

“I love you, Sir.”

He hesitated, his mouth opened to say something and Destini’s breath caught as she believed it to be the words that were tangled on his tongue. But he lifted his cock and penetration came swiftly instead. The moment was lost. Her eyes fluttered shut and he sank all six inches of pure steel into her. She lifted her ass to greet him. Her legs were forced apart by his arms. He was able to give her long, deep strokes that hit her core. Apparently he hadn’t fully released his orgasm but his dick was hard as steel. Destini cried out in rejoicing passion, moving underneath him, licking her lips. Her body was on fire. Hot, molten satisfaction poured through her veins. Sir’s thrusts came with rolling hips and the smacking of his balls to her ass. She bucked beneath him, wanting more. It was so good to her, tears of relief slipped from the corners of her eyes. Then he withdrew, possibly to regain control.

Destini seized the moment, forcing him to flip over. He did so, withdrawing from her slick channel. She straddled his lap. His pants were gathered at his knees, but there was no time for formalities. It was raw and primal need she was servicing. She got on his cock, eased down steadily, adjusting to the discomfort from the mere size of it. He filled her completely. Destini braced her hands to his sticky chest. Lifting her ass, she moved until the fit was just right and her pussy accepted the invasion. He was groaning beneath her. His chin tilted up. His lips, so succulent and kissable, parted slightly as he struggled for breath. She pumped her hips back and forth and he gripped her thighs. His hold was so tight, his nails breaking skin.

But she withstood.

She pumped her hips and rode his cock while fingering her clit to get her own juices flowing. Her hair covered most of her face. She could see the strands lift and flutter out with each staggered breath. She could see him thrashing under her veil of hair. But Destini was powerless to stop. He was going to come in her. The rare times they went without condoms were the best.

Did you put in your diaphragm, Destini? You didn’t forget, did you? If you did, there will be consequences. I’m sure it will be the kind that Mitchell Gaylor would like. That is, if it’s a son. We know what he does to little girls.

Destini closed her eyes and screamed in her head for the voice of Rain to shut up. She screamed and screamed until the cries escaped her lips, and she exploded in an orgasm that shook the bed on its foundation. Depleted, she dropped on Sir, shivering and weeping.

Shocked, Bryce flipped her over and moved her hair from her face. “Destini? What is it? Did I hurt you? What is it?”

“Get out!” she moaned rolling away. “You can’t even say you love me. What am I to you? Just go. It hurts, Bryce. I can’t. I can’t.”

“Destini, please... I—”

“NO.” she moved away from him, scooting to the edge of the bed, fighting his hands. “I’m leaving in the morning. I don’t want to see you in the morning. Get out.”

“Destini, I never said I didn’t love you.”

“GO.”

She heard him shuffling about the room and dressing. Her plan had failed. The minute she said she loved him she failed. Now the truth was out there. How could she be right where she started, alone?

Twenty-One

The city of Cape Cod Bay was wet. Sidewalks, cars, streets, people, everything was slickly covered with the fresh-fallen rain. Destini shook out her umbrella. She’d paid the cab, but the bellhop looked at her greedily while he loaded her bags onto the rack. She stepped out of the way of the rain; still the wind blew moisture her way. The only cover would be the hotel. She’d dig in her purse in the elevator. Right now, she just wanted to be anything but wet.

“Destini?”

Turning in the hotel lobby, she scanned the faces of people milling about in the Hyatt. One handsome face became clear and friendly. It was Russell. She smiled as he approached. She wished she’d worn her hair in a ponytail. She suffered the worst case of frizzes now. “Hi.”

“You look good, Destini,” he said kissing her cheek.

“Thank you. I’m wet,” she grinned. “Did you just get here?”

“Yesterday. The doctors and all.”

“Oh, I thought I was going to go to the doctor with you.”

“I decided to spare you that. Being here is enough. How about dinner?”

Russell stared at her, and she nervously shifted her eyes away. The bellhop glared. Obviously there were tips to be made, and she was delaying his payday. “Well, I think I should check in first.”

“Oh yes, how about a pre-dinner drink? They have a nice bar,” Russell asked.

“Um, sure. Give me a few minutes to dry off.”

“Sure,” Russell said, and stepped back without turning. Finally he did, but glanced back twice at her, smiling. Destini smiled back. She apologized to the bellhop. It was another habit she wished she’d break, but never failed to backslide into. Cursing herself, she went to the receptionist, got her room key, and headed for the elevators. The lift was made of glass. It carried her up to the eleventh floor. She and Naiya were to have rooms next to each other. She looked forward to seeing Naiya. She missed her deeply.

Once inside, she tipped the bellhop generously, and he finally flashed her a smile before leaving. Destini walked through the room, nothing much to it. Double beds, orange and brown curtains that matched the tacky bed covers, and an oversized television were standard. She dropped on her bed and sighed.

Reaching for her purse, she fished out her phone and turned it on. She hadn’t turned it on since she left for the airport. She didn’t want to talk to him. Now she couldn’t help but hope that he had called. The purple light flashed to indicate she had new messages. She checked and saw she had three texts. Her finger hovered over the button. Her eyes glued themselves to his name. She decided against it. She needed this break. And torturing herself over his words and empty gestures wouldn’t help.

Destini rose and shed her raincoat. She found a hanger in the closet. She paused at her image on the mirrored door. She looked haggard. Why Russell didn’t run screaming when he saw her, she’d never know. Her hair was a frizzy puff, and her clothes sagged on her. Her makeup was runny around her eyes and her lips were a pink blush where the lip-gloss was. She shook her head. Friend or not, she couldn’t meet him dressed this way. Destini grabbed the handle of her suitcase and dragged it inside the bathroom.

***

Russell wasn’t at the bar as he’d promised. He was seated at a table near the piano man. He sipped a beer, staring at nothing. But he must have sensed her. His eyes lifted and he smiled. Destini sucked down a deep breath. She strolled toward him, trying to keep a pleasant smile to her face. But that light in Russell’s eyes as he watched her approach made her hate herself. She knew Russell was vulnerable with his illness and convinced he had feelings for her. She knew how Bryce despised the man for being able to say what the words ‘I love you’ when he couldn’t. What was she really doing teasing the past and ignore the present?

What indeed, Destini? You think a drink or two and some flirting will make you forget the man and secret life you left in Manchester Hills? The one you can’t seem to stop thinking about, even now? I think not.

“Russell, hi.”

“Well, you sure do clean up nicely,” he said, rising to take her hand and help her to her seat. She smiled and exhaled. Russell was never this attentive and sweet when they were together. “I hear they serve dinner here in the hotel restaurant.”

He signaled for the waitress. “I’d prefer to eat somewhere in the city. If you’re open to it?”

“Ah, no, well... there’s something I need to tell you.”

“Oh?” he asked curiously.

“Naiya’s coming. I invited her,” Destini said.

“I see. Can I ask why? She’s not a fan of mine,” Russell said hiding his disappointment with a coy smile.

“Because I don’t want to confuse anything between us. I’m here as your friend. Nothing else,” she said.

“The lady will have—”

“A dirty martini,” she said.

The waitress with bubblegum pink lips and too much mascara nodded. She walked off. Destini let her gaze sweep the lounge. She saw several people arriving. It was safe to assume that most of them were travellers like herself.

“So how are things in Manchester Hills?”

“Things are good. And you? How’s your business?”