Teach Me: Sinful Desires (8 page)

His words were as good as his touch. She literally shivered at the sound of his deep voice. He drew closer.
Decide. Decide. Are you Destini, or Rain? Choose… decide.
Her mind kept repeating over and over. Destini closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath. She chose.

“Tasty, huh? Brought me to this party room for dinner? That disappoints Rain, sweetheart. I was hoping we’d do more than dine tonight.”

His facial expression showed surprise. He was either amused or thrown by her show of confidence. Destini nodded that she was indeed in the game with him, but not quite the submissive he had expected. “You like to party? Me too. Careful though, I’m better at this than you.” She strolled around the room.

Sir chuckled. He shook his head, possibly in disbelief. But Destini held to her script, to her purpose, to her decision. She planned to take as much as she gave. His hand came out of his pocket and a black scarf, dangled between fingers.

“What’s that for?”

Sir’s smile faded. Mystery and something else unreadable darkened his eyes. “Turn around for me,” he said, his lips barely moving.

Destini stared at the scarf. Of course she knew what it was for. But she wasn’t quite ready yet. Some verbal sparring would be nice. Or was that wrong? Yes. She liked talking about the deed and writing about the deed, but this was a bit different. Her writings never had the texture of reality. And her readers noticed. If Rain were to be with Sir then she wouldn’t be the one in control. And submission was something Destini deeply feared. She’d been submissive at all the wrong times in her life and paid the price for it. Fear formed a tight ball in her throat that she couldn’t swallow. She was alone in a room with a man she didn’t know, teasing him. He could do her just as much harm as good. Was she sure of the fantasy now?

Destini turned.

He approached. His footfalls like thunder, though soft and steady, echoed in the room. Her heart pounded so hard she put her hand to her chest for fear it would burst through her breast.

Sir lifted the scarf to her face. Soft silk darkness fell over her eyes, and she shut them obediently.

Sir’s hands went over her perfect skin. He liked brown skin. Was it a fetish? Possibly. Sir usually went for darker; it was true those juices were the sweetest.

“You don’t fool me,” he whispered. She visibly tensed. He liked that too. It confirmed what he suspected for the four years he observed her from afar. She was fresh, unspoiled a virgin to the lifestyle she claim to know enough about to write in her spicy novels. Rain was utter bullshit, Destini, however, was the real thing.

Damn, she’s sexy
. Not the average kind of sexy either. No, this one had a purity to her that made her corruption priceless. He could tell. Sir considered himself a connoisseur of fine things, sexy women, pleasure and pain. He’d passed on plenty of pussy in search of it. Ajani wasn’t unique in its offerings, but rarely did he come seeking a jewel like this one. He’d moved a lot of obstacles to bring her here. To have her. He would enjoy this.

“Ah, sweetie, what’s next?” she asked with a quiver in her voice. Her false bravado was sublime. Sir licked his lips and ran his hand down her arms.

Look at her. The way she breathes, the nervous fidgeting. Even now she tugged at the side of her short skirt as if she could hide from me. I can tell she’s all woman, all ladylike, soft and sweet. She thinks this is only one night of adventure. My sweet brown beauty doesn’t know that this is just the beginning.

Sir’s fingers reached for the zipper binding her to the dress that gave her breasts a sexy lift. He eased it down.

“Wh-why… why cover my eyes, sweetie?” Destini asked softly, the sass in her voice gone.

He brought his face over her shoulder and pressed his cheek to hers. “Because, kitten, I want you to feel, not think. Pleasure and pain, when done just right and when measured by a master, is the best way to explore. Understand me, you are not in control. You and I both know it. So cut the bullshit.”

“Why should I trust you?” she asked.

“The answers to whatever questions you have I can give you,” he chuckled. “That’s why you chose me
Rain
. I want to teach you, for me, for my pleasure and eventually yours.”

She grew quiet. He had no worries that she would flee him, even if she tensely contemplated doing so. At this point she wasn’t aware, but soon she’d learn her body and a lot of truths. As her teacher, he guaranteed it.

The dress peeled away to reveal the sweet contour of her back, so perfect it should have been chiseled by Michelangelo to be preserved for eternity. Her skin radiated such warmth he had to press his palm against it. In doing so, she sucked in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He eased the dress off her round hips and again smiled at her lack of undergarments.
Good girl.

He stepped behind her, pressing his hardness into the cleft between her perfectly shaped ass. His hands moved under her arms and cupped her breasts, testing their weight. A pinch to her nipples and they both tightened instantly.

“Do you touch yourself often?” he asked in wonder.

“What?”

“Alone? No one there but you. Do you touch yourself?” Sir asked.

“Ah... well no. I… no.”

“Why not?”

“Because––”

“Finish,” he said.

“Because I don’t think it’s, uhm, I––”

“I understand,” he said.

“What? What do you understand?” she asked.

“You,” he answered.

He squeezed her left breast, but let his other hand roam freely down her taut abdomen to the apex of her sex. She was so delicious that he actually shivered after dipping a single finger into the plump folds.

“I have another question, Rain.”

She shivered, her naked body in his arms. He flicked his tongue at her shoulder.

“I’ll only ask it once,” he told her.

“O-o-okay.”

He withdrew his middle finger and let it rest at the apex of her sex. “How do you like it?”

“I told you, if––”

“No. You did not. So, think carefully, and answer truthfully. Do you have to want a little for yourself to open you up? If you do, you need to say so now. Even a pet is granted a wish. Mine are. But I only ask once. Mmmm, it’s not hard, is it? To tell me the truth. To reach deep and pull out all that frustrated desire you’ve been denied?”

“You assume too much.”

He laughed. “Fair enough. I am known to make assumptions. Then correct me. Give me a clue. Do you want me to fuck you so hard that your spine breaks and all that is left is submission? Or should I eat this pussy before and after I give you the strap?” he said as he tapped his finger on the lips of her sex, “and get all in that cherry ass of yours until you’re drunk off me. Think about it, Rain. The bed or the floor, in the shower or right where you stand I can make it happen for you. I can have you drop down and hold those ankles and open up for me right here and now. Should I introduce myself first? Get you ready? That’s what a woman like you wants… a proper introduction.”

“You don’t know a woman like me.”

“Oh, yes I do. I’ve touched these petals and felt that flame no one ever strokes. Rain,” he released a throaty chuckle. “The truth, sweetheart, is that you don’t know a man like me.”

She sighed as if the threat were a proposal; he actually felt her vagina moisten in his palm. Sir rubbed his erection against her ass and tried to calm himself. If he weren’t careful she’d have him on his knees begging. It was exhilarating, finding a woman to excite him once more. How long had it been?

“Still no answer? Mmmm… then let me show you pleasure first.” He plucked at her bud and twisted it between two fingers.

“Yeess,” she hissed, slowly reacting by working her ass.

“Turn for me,” he answered back.

“You can tie me up later. If we’re to fuck, then I want it on equal ground,” she said, snatching the blindfold off. She turned and those irises, brown looked up under upward swept lashes with serious conviction. He was disappointed. His kitten wasn’t ready. She didn’t understand the rules she wrote about in her saucy novellas. They weren’t under contract as he usually enforced with his pets. So he didn’t want to frighten her by punishing her the way he typically would for such brazen rebellion. He’d worked too damn hard to bring them this far. So what was a Master to do?

This was his fault. He’d been so taken with her vulnerability. He hadn’t warmed her up to the concept of surrender. Tonight held such promise. He returned his finger to her pussy as his face drew in. Slowly, those sexy eyes of hers closed, making it easier for him to reclaim control. He made a mental note to not stare into them until he was finally fucking her into a new millennium.

His lips pressed to hers. A polite kiss initiated one peck then another. With the next, he ran the tip of his tongue at the seam of her lips and beckoned entry. Her hands slowly lifted, then grasped his arms. It was possibly to keep standing, because there was a noticeable jolt within her once he plunged his tongue in deeper. He owned her again, sweeping the corners of her mouth with his swift-moving tongue, tasting her tonsils, drawing her delicate tongue deeper into the kiss. It was a mouth-watering kiss that gave her a little freedom to be confident and him a shiver when she placed her hand on his groin. Her touch was a show of boldness he’d make her regret. Rain, as she called herself, squeezed him with a shaky hand. He gripped the back of her neck with his free hand while fingering her tight hole. His tongue plundered, thrust, and chased hers. Her breath was sweet and sour from the vodka martinis, an interesting mix that intensified with her scent and the mixture of the vanilla scented candles. He wanted to smell her sex and know her in the most carnal way. But he had to pace himself. She wasn’t ready, though she thought so, and wanted him to think so. But she was getting there.

He sucked at her lips, nipped them and sucked harder, possibly too hard by the way she trembled and whimpered in his hold. He released her to come up for air. His lungs flooded with it, but he also tasted her essence. Her mouth gaped open. She lazily lifted her lids with a dazed cover to them.

Sir, shed his shirt. Taking her hand, he rubbed it over his cock, knowing that he was blessed. Her soft digits stroked his zipper, and his cock quaked and doubled in size.

“Open it. It’s for you,” he panted into her warm delicious mouth, stealing another kiss.

That quick wit of hers wasn’t there. She had no smart reply. But she did as she was told. Steadying her fingers, she slowly pulled down the tab of his zipper.

Seven

Destini blinked up at him as he rolled his broad shoulders before locking his fingers behind his head. It put the full massive spans of his chest before her. Beautiful. My word, the man was beautiful, even more so out of clothes. If only she could see his face. The damn mask covered half of it reaching to the bridge of his nose. She tried not to falter in her speech, or stare too much. He already read too much into her hesitance. Whatever her fears were, she wanted this. She wanted him.

His pants opened. He wore no underwear, which she gathered when she first touched him. And by the length of him, she considered it was probably best. No cock this thick and delicious should be locked away behind a pair of Hanes.

Destini’s eyes dropped to his silky nest of curls. She pushed his pants off his narrow hips, and all of his manhood dropped free. She actually licked her lips out of desire for his glistening rod. She’d tried oral before on Russell, but he didn’t like it. She thought it was her and her inexperience that turned him off. She wished he had taught her. When her eyes scaled up to Mr. Whiskey, she was grateful. She would rather be his student instead. Shirking off Destini, she became Rain, because that’s what she thought he wanted and what she needed.

“Cover it. I want… I want to suck it,” she ordered.

Sir chuckled. “I plan to stick it in every hole you have tonight,” he answered.

He stepped out of his pants and shoes. Destini dropped down to roll his silk socks from his feet. She rose again, a little too anxious. But she couldn’t help herself. She ogled parts of his body as if she had never seen a man before. She was tempted to ask him to turn so she could see his ass. But instead, she just focused on his cock.

She backed away, the top of her head bumping the cuffs that dropped from the ceiling.

Sir approached her until the footboard of the bed stopped her. He nodded that it was okay to sit. She couldn’t explain it, but the silent communication was clear. She did as he wished. Following him with her eyes, she watched as he went to the side of the bed. The thin curtain from the canopy did little to conceal him. He came back with a strand of packaged condoms.

Thank God, because if he didn’t have them, the party was over. No way in hell she’d play with her life. She was already gambling with her soul.

She slid over the sheets, the silk material soothing her throbbing desire. The mattress was firm enough to not give but soft enough to welcome her. How many women had bounced, squealed, and writhed in pleasure there?

“Rain, introduce me to your pussy. Let’s get the formalities out of the way.”

She nodded and lowered her hands, going to the top of her knees. She parted her legs, realizing she was still in her high-heels. She put her sex on display. His eyes glistened in the candlelight. A sly smile formed as he studied her. She didn’t know what he saw and why he breathed heavy at the sight of it. But she understood his stroking of his cock was for restraint. She was the master of restraint. Now, she wanted it to be unleashed. However, for him, she waited and fought the urge to stroke and ease the ache between her legs.

When it became too much, she spoke up in a hoarse voice, thick and sultry. “If you want to meet her, then do it properly. A kiss sweetie. I’m hurting for you.” Was it Rain that made the naughty request, or her? It didn’t matter. It was the truth. It’s what she wanted. This night would be about her wants first. At least she hoped it was.

Sir’s eyes flipped up to her with an awareness she didn’t understand. He kept stroking that massive dick of his as a warning. She lowered her hands from her knees, resting the point of her heels on the mattress and parting her legs wider. Instinctively, she put a hand to the lips of her vagina and separated the lips. Her finger ran over her glistening jewel to fondle herself.