Teach Me: Sinful Desires (7 page)

“He calls you the next day to remind you of his interest. You’re flattered but reserved. Someone has made Cherry cautious with her heart. But he persists and surprises you with more nightly courtship where you are always treated like a lady. The door is held. So is your hand. He remembers from the first date what you prefer on the menu and orders for you with your permission. He’s interested in you, not just the surface you, but the person you slowly allow him to see. His reward? Hmm...”

His finger drew a circular pattern on her upper arm, stirring her arousal. His voice dropped an octave deeper as he continued. “His reward is a small kiss in greeting and a lingering one at the door. Your lips against his is the sample, but it’s when your tongue grazes his that the spark is ignited.”

“It burns in you for another taste, and it drips like hot wax down to your core, saturating your panties Yes, you’re a kisser but only for kisses done with mastery. You’re too much of a lady to tell a man when he has it wrong. You’ll just secretly wish that this nice guy that holds the door for you and listens when you ramble will get better at it later. So, you’ll hide your passion and replace your wants for his. And it’s just a kiss. That’s just the beginning.”

“Oh please, I––”

“Quiet,” Sir said against her ear. “I’m speaking now.”

Destini pressed her lips together. “Go on,” her voice cracked, and then cleared. She hoped he didn’t notice.

“Go on? Tell you what you like? What you don’t? Help you open your eyes to why you came here… for me?”

“I didn’t––”

“Quiet,” he said, gathering her thick tresses and giving them a gentle yank. Her head went back, chin up. Sir lips were a centimeter away from her ear when he spoke again in that husky voice. “Close your eyes.”

Her heart pounded beneath her breasts. She struggled to keep her cool, but excitement and fear sliced through her. She squeezed her eyes shut.

“Good pet. Keep them closed.”

Her breathing regulated and she relaxed again.

“Can you see it?”

What is he talking about?
She scrambled to conjure his intentions from the catalogue of files in her mental naughty bank. Rain escaped her. There was nothing there but desires she couldn’t name. Then he answered for her.

“I’m kissing you and drawing those thick lips of yours between my teeth. Pleasure, sweetheart. You are right to believe that it should start with a kiss. But what you don’t know is that it should always end with the strap. Nothing to fear. It’s never about fear. It’s about your release. Do you understand?”

Destini licked her lips. Her eyes remained closed.

“Answer me,” he commanded, his voice confident with authority.

“Yes.”

He chuckled. “That’s how the fun begins, Cherry. You and I go deep, so deep you don’t give a fuck about my kissing you on your terms. All you want is to feel what I allow. Feel it like you’ve never had it before.” He yanked her hair again, and she suffered sharp stings to her roots. “I like the way your hair feels in my hands. Know what else I like? I like the way you squirm for me. I should kick this fucking table out. Bring you to your feet so you can raise that sweet cherry ass of yours up for me. Offer it with no objection.”

She should have been offended. She should’ve reclaimed her dignity and left him to his master-and-slave fantasy.
It was ridiculous to play such a dangerous game!
Destini forced the truth down, ridiculous or not, what he said and how he said it. All of it felt extremely stimulating. She felt alive. Awake. Secretly, she shivered with anticipation.

“Do you understand? Pleasure and pain are very close during your awakening. So close there are few boundaries. Nothing is off limits when I reach that special part of you, I’m not coming out. Do you hear me? And it only happens after I warm you with my strap.” He pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, and her eyes tear under her closed lids. Not from sadness, but relief, such overwhelming relief. His voice was so heavy with want, her legs quivered. “Do you know why, Rain?”

“No,” Destini heard herself moan.

“Because this night you’re mine. I’m the man to teach you the difference between what’s real and what’s fantasy.” He then brushed his lips softly to the outer curve of her ear. “Give me a chance. All I need is one. Choose me. But understand that if you do, you obey my rules,” he chuckled. “Say yes, Sir. Say Sir… make me yours. Say it.”

Destini exhaled. Suddenly his grip weakened, and sanity hit her like falling bricks. She shook him off and moved from under him, collecting herself, her breathing harsh and her lungs burning. He didn’t know her. She wasn’t a virgin, and she sure as hell didn’t want to be his sex slave. He dropped his now free hand to her thigh.

“Get your hands off––”

“Sir.” Nero appeared, his arms draped around the shoulders of a blond and a redhead. Destini registered the disappointment in Nero’s eyes. Still flustered, she barely noticed when Sir’s hand dipped between her thighs and slowly moved up boldly under the cover of the tablecloth. The creeping did finally draw her attention to the warm feel of his palm and the gentle walk of the pads of his fingers as it went further. She froze. Her line of vision slipped to Sir, back to Nero, then eventually settled on the flickering candle flame.

“I heard you’d arrived,” said Nero.

“I found my way,” Sir answered. He cast her a sideways glance, warning her to behave and then returned his attention to their host.

Destini tensed, recalling she wore no underwear just as he discovered it. His eyes slipped to her under his mask and a smile of approval tipped the corner of his mouth as his finger touched the lips of her sex, and she parted her thighs ever so slightly so that two fingers could part the folds. Ashamed of her compliance so quickly, she slammed her thighs shut.

“I see you’ve met Rain?” Nero said, nodding his approval over Sir’s choice.

“Oh, we’re getting to know each other.” Sir pinched her clit. She came hard, bone shattering hard, and from her neck up, she flushed. The forbidden was so enticing and sensual it just happened. Embarrassed, she refocused on the candle flame, never wavering. His hand, trapped between her locked thighs, managed to continue the delicious task of turning her swelling clit.

Nero’s left brow arched. It was the last she saw of his face. She stared at the yellow flame of the candle, trying to regulate her breathing.

“You okay, Cherry?” she heard Nero ask.

She shifted. Sir was granted access and he went for it. He plucked her sex button like a master. She felt it swelling between the lips of her pussy. Then his touch went tender. He rotated the nub and rubbed at her center to soothe her agony. Hot pleasure flooded her. She parted her lips to let out a soft sigh. Afterwards she tried to speak. Nero’s gaze was on her. The women at his side were watching her. Sir reclined in his seat watching their visitors instead. And she flushed again, willing her pussy to behave and her hips to remain still.

“Ya-ya-yes. I’m fine,” she stammered.

“Don’t be shy, Rain. Tell the man the truth. You were about to leave earlier,” Sir said in his nonchalant manner. His gaze cut her way again it was sharp and accusatory, multiplying her humiliation.
Why couldn’t she make him stop! Why wouldn’t she make him stop!
His middle finger pierced her center, causing her hips to thrust forward in response. Her body betrayed her by parting her knees wider and his finger worked in and out. Her vagina clenched, tightened, softened, grew wet and slippery for him. The entire time he worked his thumb in circular motions and she was going insane from restraint. She couldn’t stand it. The pleasure was so profound that she moved her ass under his command. Mortified, she scrambled for control. Sitting upright, she summoned confidence she didn’t have and shut down the part of her brain that screamed in ecstasy from his finger play.

“I’m having fun, thank you,” she managed in an even voice. If Nero and his harem suspected the shenanigans under the table, neither gave a clue.
Sweet torture... sweet Jehovah… this man was finding spots within her she didn’t know existed.
With his finger!
Stroking her, milking her, making her thighs quake. She dropped a hand from the table and dug her fingers into the leather cushion. He sipped his whiskey as her ass cheeks went through a series of clenches and releases before her body nearly separated her soul from a tidal wave of pleasure breaking over her.

“Well, you enjoy the night. Sir will see to it.” Nero backed off. Just in time. Her eyes closed and her hand gripped his wrist as she neared her climax.

“Don’t fight it. Let it come,” he said.

Her hand loosened. Her thighs parted wider, and her head rolled back as the finger fuck took on more than she planned to give. She couldn’t breathe. Again she’d forgotten how to. Her stomach muscles pulled upward hard, and she arched her back from the bench seat. Destini’s knee went up, bumping the table. She gasped. Her eyes opened to see two others looking their way. She prayed for the shadows, hoped they didn’t see what he was doing but didn’t care. She relished the push of the climax and her essence flowed. And did it flow. The wondrous release shot down her back then spread out, shocking her womb and melting her from the inside. Destini crashed. Her head dropped forward, her shoulders shaking through the wonderful orgasmic release. Every part of her shuddered and her teeth chattered. She lost it. She lost every reserved part of her as she spiraled down.

“Now you’re ready, and it didn’t take a kiss to get you there,” he whispered.

She couldn’t think.

The pleasure was too fast, too swift, and too strong. It rushed her brain and rendered her deaf, dumb, and mute. She wasn’t aware until she slid out of the booth that he was taking her, literally holding her to him. He aided in her ability to stand and walk at his side. She moved with him but she felt almost mentally transported somewhere else. Part of her remained in the booth, shaking through the best, forbidden orgasm of her life.

Dazed, she blinked and focused, his hand rubbing her hip then cupping her ass. With her own juices sticky between her thighs, she spotted the stairs. Dark and mysterious, the stairs that led somewhere made her pulse rate quicken with trepidation. She forgot the script. The game.
Yes, the game.
She was to play the game… play it well… she’d forgotten. But it was too late to turn back now. Too late to reconsider.

He led her up toward where she assumed privacy awaited. To the unknown. She went willingly.

Six

The hallway was lit by candlelight.

Destini sobered.

Who wouldn’t in that moment? In the moment where it all changed for better or worse, Destini Sanders would be no more. It stilled her. The door slowly closed, giving a shift in the air, a coolness that added to her chill. Her eyes lowered. Destini rubbed her arms for warmth.

He was behind her. Watching. The feeling of his touch earlier lingered between her legs. He opened a door in her that she wasn’t sure she wanted to close. She didn’t dare turn to address it.
One thing at a time.
Before she dealt with him or folded, she had to decide. Was it Destini or Rain tonight? Possibly a little bit of both? The vanilla scent of the candles and melting wax engulfed her senses. How long had these candles been burning? They stood with long wicks on five-foot tall candelabrums made of black iron. Each––and there were many––seemed to blink and sway all at once, making the shadows shift. Again, dark walls surrounded her, black as night. In fact, they were so black that they seemed to vastly extend the space around her. And so were the floors—the floors that were buffed to a mirrored shine.

It didn’t end there. Through the misty haze of desire and fear, the most prominent feature in the room, the bed, riveted her. Thick canopy posts at four corners with a mystery thin draping drawn shut on one side added to the mystique. To the center was a double-king size mattress. The bed sheets were satin and glistened as if covered in liquid. She had the funny feeling that it was made to accommodate more than one person.

Destini loved beds, took extra time in deciding on Rain’s beddings and the positions of her trysts. How did the one from the pages of her novel materialize tonight? It was a coincidence. Had to be. She found it strange how the littlest details excited her. Her eyes flipped up to the binding ties, spaced appropriately, at the center of the headboard. Hot moisture gathered between her thighs from the sight of it, and she blushed.

Oh let it go, Destini. There’s no need to pretend anymore. You’re Rain tonight, so get a good look, because we’re going all the way. You did join him to go all the way, right? If not, I suggest you head for the door now
.

Her lustful desires blew out her flame of resistance. She wanted it. That was what she refused to admit since she keyed the first passage on her keyboard.
God help me, but I want it bad.

Dropped from a ceiling bolt were chains with cuffs. On the other side of the room was what looked to be some kind of swing… with a harness? It was fit for two. Now this was something for which she couldn’t imagine the use. Not far from it was a chair with a dildo protruding in the center, and next to that a bench shaped like a star with more cuffs for wrists and ones for feet to be bound, as the person was turned on a wheel. Strange? Her eyes moved on to another wall where several toys, whips, more cuffs, collars, beads, dildos, and creams sat behind a glass casing.

“Feeling better now?” Sir asked.

Her head snapped around. She turned and faced her dark prince. His eyes probed deep. He was waiting for her to say something, but her quickness of mind––the only worthwhile attribute she possessed––deserted her. Then he disarmed her with the sexiest of smiles. And all she could think was: bite me.
Not normal
. A girl doesn’t usually look at teeth and think, bite me. This man’s teeth were very white, very strong. Flashed under a crooked smile, only briefly, she wanted to run her tongue over them. She loved a man with good hygiene.

“I have to admit, Rain,” he said as he parted his suit jacket by dropping his hands in his pant pockets, “you felt good out there. Soft, supple, that pussy of yours it’s…,” he moaned through moistened lips. “Mmm…sweet. I think tonight I’ll dine there first.”