by Lucian Bane
But how long would she last? How long before his failure translated into rejection?
“Done,” he said.
“Done?”
By her surprise, she’d expected a major fight on using his name. She would be right, except that somehow the stars had realigned, maybe just for her. And he was nothing but genuinely interested in seeing what she could accomplish. Maybe even rooting for her. “Only you. Only during therapy.” The special exception bought him a glow on her pretty face, and Sade considered the little gift fair payment.
He angled his head, locking attentive eyes on her body again. She was so fucking hot in that skin tight dress too. And black high heels. He wasn’t sure what she had in mind, but so far, so…fucking…good. He raised his gaze to hers finally. “I’m ready. Doc. Or would you prefer I call you something else during sessions?”
She licked her lips, another unanticipated ingredient he could see. He waited, letting her think about it. “What would you like to call me?” she asked.
Sade heard the slight tremble in her firm tone, indicating she was going for strong and confident, the perfect teacher. What did he want to call her? He drew up both his knees, and held them there, watching her gaze. “I like Angel when you’re being sweet.”
She smiled a little. “Fair enough. How about you call me Angel when you’re liking therapy, and Doc when you’re not? That way I know without you telling me. And in the same token, I’ll call you Johnathon when I think you’re doing well, and Sade when you’re not?”
Mmmm. “What if I like being bad?”
She raised her brows. “What if you like being good?”
He opened his legs, his cock so fucking hard with the near threat. “Bring it, Angel.”
He waited for her to say his real name, but she didn’t. She was going easy. Or maybe she was afraid to. He’d let her warm up. But all he could think about now was the last therapy she’d done and how fucking turned on it had gotten him. God, he hoped she did that again.
“First thing I’d like to do is ask you a few questions. Honesty and transparency is a must for this to work. And there are no wrong answers.”
“Got it,” he said, watching the profile of her ass while she paced before the bed.
Sade let his knees fall open, his hands itching to hold his cock while she talked. She paused in her pacing suddenly then walked over to the bed and covered his lower body with the blanket. Sade fought a smile. “First question,” she said, getting back to her studious pacing. “Are you ticklish anywhere?”
He wasn’t sure what surprised him more, the question, or the lack of answer he had for it. “I’m not sure.”
She paused and looked at him. “Really?”
He shrugged. “I… don’t remember if I am.”
“Okay,” she said. “Noted.” She angled her head then. “Mind if I check?”
His brows raised. “Check?”
“If you’re ticklish?”
“You’re the doctor, not sure how that helps anything though.” Sade watched her approach the bed and his legs opened more. “Think I’m ticklish between my legs.”
She sat on the bed next to him, quirking a brow. “Very funny. But the idea is to find things that bring happiness with pleasure in some way. Any way.” She eyed him while yanking the bed covers off of his feet. “Don’t knock it, I’m limited in resources, I’m doing the best I can.”
“Not knocking it, Angel. You’re beautiful.” Sade didn’t know where that came from, but he was glad for the slip, with the pretty smile it got him.
She stroked her nails over the bottom of his feet and he jerked back. She looked at him. “Tickled?”
“More like startled.”
“Okay now that you’re ready for it.” She slowly dragged her nails over his foot again and he didn’t jump this time. “I’ll continue up, you tell me where it starts to tickle.” Sade could hardly breathe as she moved more of the blanket aside and stroked her nails over the top of his foot. She moved to his shin next then along his inner calf. “Chills,” she noticed on his legs, happily. “That’s at least a reaction.” She pushed the covers up higher, until they were bunched up on his groin and in response, he opened his legs more. He tensed when she scratched along his inner thigh and eyed him. ‘Tickled?”
“Maybe,” he strained.
She scratched softly again and he pulled away. “Yes.”
“It tickles?” She stroked again and smiled when he jerked.
“Yes, Angel, it tickles.”
“Do you like it?”
He loved it, he was sure. “I don’t not like it.” Oddly enough, he was also very turned on with how she gave him a choice in the matter. No, how she cared about what he liked. That was the difference. And for reasons that were purely sweet and angelic. That fucking turned him on in ways he didn’t understand. Didn’t need to understand, either. Just needed it.
“Okaaaay then,” she said happily. “Moving along.” She jumped her hand over the covers and started on his stomach.
“You missed a very, very, large spot,” he said.
“Come on,” she whispered, raking her nails along his stomach. “This is serious.” She traveled up his side and he jerked a little. “Oh? Another spot?” She repeated the steps, making him grunt and jerk with it. “Wow,” she sang happily. “Two tickle spots. I feel like I’m finding buried treasure.”
“If you say so, Angel,” he muttered, eying the creamy flesh peeking out of her gaping cleavage.
She suddenly stood and his eyes lowered to her ass. ‘Okay, so are you ready for the serious stuff?”
“Beyond.”
“Okay. So what I think I’ll do is some “soft” therapy.
He was too excited to speak now. He watched as she slowly approached the left side of the bed and sat so her ass touched his hip. “I think we should continue with my original plan. Teaching you different pleasures all while experiencing the proper emotion.”
The hot burn in the depths of that pretty green gaze, stole his breath. He slowly angled his head. “What emotion is that, Angel?” he nearly whispered.
“How about you tell me,” she said, making it a silky command while placing her palm on the bed between his legs.
He slid his eyes to her hand so close to his cock now, then looked at her. “Is there a God emotion?” he asked.
She gave him a quirked brow. “Let’s go with the human terms.”
“Then… I’m guessing that would be love.”
She winked at him. “You get your first A plus.”
The lethal amount of desire in his veins heated the air between them. “I usually never get good grades.”
“Hm,” she said. “Maybe because you never had the right teacher.”
No. Fucking. Doubt. “Maybe,” he muttered, the tip of his tongue peeking out and remaining between his lips. “Teach me, Angel,” he whispered. “Please,” he added, as if to show he was ready to be a good student.
“The first thing I’m going to do is talk to you…” before he could groan in frustration, she rolled a sexy gaze up to him, “while I kiss you. A little.”
His hips rolled on their own, anticipating what that would feel like. “I’m ready.”
She slowly sat next to him. “One of the things I want you to work on, is control. Your mind and your body. When you feel yourself wanting to stray from the soft, sensual, sweet course, say, ‘Doc’.”
Soft and sweet didn’t appeal to him unless he knew it would lead to rough and hard. And if he wasn’t supposed to go there…. “Doc?”
She looked at him with concerned eyes.
“Usually, if you tell me something like that, I bypass the problem of soft and sweet by thinking of the hard and rough, knowing that’s where I’m headed. I don’t want to be a bad student so I’m just warning you.”
“Thank you for telling me,” she said, sounding impressed and thrilled that he did. “How about we think of this part like a physical assessment. I have to know the exact status of your b
ody’s responses to stimulation so I can formulate a solution that you can adapt to.”
God, she was gorgeous. “Got it, Angel.”
“And please tell me what you like and don’t like as we go.”
He could manage that. “I like you talking to me the way you are. I like the way you say please. I like the softness in your voice. I like that you care about me. Care about what I like and want. Need.”
She regarded his cock as though wanting to measure things from there. It wasn’t a flat tire but it wasn’t a raging erection either. It was ready, on standby. “And I love being soft with you,” she barely whispered, stroking her fingers over his stomach. His cock jerked a little when they neared his pelvis. “I love being sensual.” Her fingers continued down and bypassed his cock, gliding along his inner thigh to his knee, then slowly back up the same path. “I love teasing you too,” she whispered, her fingers sweeping beneath his balls, nails softly scratching and making them tighten. “I’m going to teach you how to love it soft. Gentle.” She raked her nails softly over his balls and they tightened with need. “Do you know how?”
His cock laid thick and hard on his stomach as her fingers continued to stroke too softly and so close to where he needed. “How,” he whispered, looking at her pretty tongue, poised between her red lips. Again his mind envisioned them spread around the base of his cock.
“By making you.”
His stomach jerked at the term.
“Doc?”
Her eyes met his but there was no concern, maybe knowing. “You get pleasure from pain…” her finger barely slipped between his ass cheeks, making his heart race. “And I’m going to teach you how to get pain… from my pleasure. Place your feet on the bed and open nice and wide for me.”
His breath shot out as his mind grasped at those words. See the pain in pleasure. His body seemed to understand as he did what she said, opening as wide as he could.
“I’m going to get between your legs now.”
The anticipation of what she’d do clenched his stomach. She sat between his legs so that everything was right at her fingertips, her mouth too if he lifted his hips off the bed. He remembered about telling her. “I like this, Angel.”
“I want you to think about something for me, can you do that, Johnathon?”
He clenched his eyes shut at that name. “Doc,” he whispered.
“I’m here, baby. You’re mine now, all mine. And I love you,” she said.
He opened his eyes at feeling her tongue on the tip of his cock, barely licking. She took a soft hold of the base and he rolled his hips, hissing with need, his body shuddering when her other fingers glided over his balls, barely touching the opening of his ass. “Angel,” he gasped.
“Tell me what you like, remember.” Again she glided her fingers the same way, eying him.
“I like it there,” he whispered, opening more, reaching.
She took her lower lip between her teeth, focused on what she was doing now, stroking his balls. “That?” She glanced at him, her fingers going lower to his ass, making him pump for it.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
She stroked over the opening, and his cock jerked. Fear of what she’d think of that kink froze him. “Oh,” she said with a silky understanding. “This.” She stroked again over the opening of his ass. “You like this.”
“Angel,” he said, still worried about what she’d think yet desperate to tell her. “I love it,” he confessed. “So fucking much.”
He stared at her, looking for the verdict in her gaze. When she raised it to his, his heart nearly stopped at finding a lethal amount of naughty desire. “So glad you shared that,” she breathed, delivering tiny flicks of fire on the top of his cock, while looking at him. “Your body belongs to me now, baby. And I love this body, would never hurt it. Except with pleasure. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
He wasn’t sure if he did he only knew that he needed her to fucking hurt him in that second. “Doc,” he gasped, fighting it.
“Talk to me, Johnathon, tell me what you’re feeling.”
Chapter Seventeen
“I want you to fucking do it, I want you to do it hard and fast,” he grit.
“Right here?”
He lifted his hips off the bed, reaching for the barely touch on his ass. “Fuck, yes, please.” His body heaved as he fought for her touch.
“That’s it, you’re doing so very good,” she whispered. “Lift higher for me. I want to use my tongue there.”
He nearly had an orgasm at those words. Her tongue there. That was new for him.
“Do as I say, Johnathon,” she said, her nails raking softly on his ass cheeks.
“Fuck, I like that, Angel.” He had to tell her, he wanted her to know.
“I’m going to lick until it hurts baby,” she whispered. “I want you to take my pleasure pain. Take it the way I give it.” She licked at the opening of his ass, her tongue probing in, barely, and his hips bucked for more.
“Fuck, Angel,” he growled.
“This is your pain, Johnathon—to take it the way I give it. The way I say, when I say, how I say, and especially why I say. Do you understand?”
Sade’s breath shot out of him as it dawned on his dark, sadistic circuited mind. Her pleasure pain. Beautiful torment. Delicate agony. How did he miss that? “I like when you make me, Angel. Make me take it.”
“I will baby.” She probed her tongue inside again, pushing her nose into his balls. Her hot breath on his ass while she stroked his cock slow and with a firm grip, holy fuck.
“Angel,” he strained, reaching for that agony.
“Very good, Johnathon,” she whispered, her finger at the opening now. “Lower your cock for me,” she ordered softly. “You’re going to come for me but you’ll do it the way I say to, do you understand?”
“I fucking like this Angel,” was all he could think as he lowered for her.
“I’m going to put just the tip in, that’s all you get. And you’re going to like it that way,” she ordered softly. “You’re going to learn to like what I say, do you understand?”
The fire in her green gaze as she locked them to his brought Sade so close to that edge, he could hardly believe it.
“Answer me,” she said, her tongue flicking along the ridge of his cock while her finger pressed at his ass, waiting for his obedience.
“Yes, Angel, fucking yes, I’ll do as you say, I’ll do very good.”
“And you won’t do it a second before, do you understand?”
“God, yes,” he croaked, nodding while watching her torture him with her tongue. Fuck, he felt it. He felt the agony of her delicate will. Formidable silk biting at his mind, his body, shaping his desire. Binding him to its angelic and elegant torture. And fuck it was every bit as powerful as his volatile sadism and masochism, maybe more so since it forged a path against the grain inside him.
“I’m going to suck your cock now, Johnathon. You will not buck your hips, do you understand? If you do, I will punish you by stopping.”
“Yes, Angel. I love obeying you.” He needed her to know what she was doing to him, that it was working, and yes, that he fucking loved it.
She knelt between his legs, opening her own to lower her mouth where she needed. Right at the head. She placed soft kisses all over the top, her tongue licking the slit with firm but slow strokes. “Your cock tastes very good, Johnathon,” she whispered. “Look at me,” she ordered softly.
He did, and his heart hammered in his balls as her finger niggled its way deeper inside him, making his breath shudder out.
“I’m going to take your entire cock into my mouth,” she said, still kissing at the head. “And I’m going to suck very hard as I slowly pull up. And when I get to the very top of your cock, I want you to come so very good, do you understand? And when you begin to come, I will reward you, here.” She shoved her finger in deep and he choked down the sudden orgasm it brought. “And I’ll reward you here.” She opened her mouth and cove
red the head of his cock.
“Angel!” he grit then hissed, when her teeth barely raked.
His cock popped from her lips. “And one more thing,” she said, her voice like commanding velvet as she soul meshed with him. “This one is very, very, important.” She moved her finger in and out of him, slowly again and Sade had never been so tormented by anything. “When you’re coming in my mouth, you will not buck your hips, you will hold your cock very still while I blow your beautiful mind.” She sucked at the head again, eyes still locked on his while her finger pushed in, and eased out of him. “Do you understand me, Johnathon?”
“Fucking yes, Angel.” He bit down hard on his lower lip when the urge to thrust slammed him.
Without another word, she began taking his cock into her mouth. She did this so fucking slowly, her lips tight, her mouth a hot suction that devoured him, inch by torturous inch. Her finger maintained a sensual push and pull in his ass, but it was the way she exited completely then worked it back in the same way. It was like getting penetrated by her over and over, each time it gave him the same thrill and hunger for more.
Sade’s body heaved and his legs trembled as he watched her mouth getting close to the base of his cock. When he felt the back of her throat, he gasped then let out a vicious growl, fighting the violent urge to buck. “Doc!” he strained, losing control.
Her finger stopped moving and he looked down to find her green gaze on his, hard and threatening.
“Angel,” he shuddered, trying to tell her he was okay, please don’t fucking stop.
Keeping her eye on him, her finger resumed the slow push and pull while her eyes drifted shut and she groaned on him.
The vibration caused a bolt of heat to shoot all the way into his spine. “Fuck, fuck,” Sade gasped as she began that slow reverse up his cock. It was suddenly not if he could come but if he could wait. “Angel, Angel, Angel,” he grit. The slow, hard pull up his cock came with a change of pace with her finger now. She no longer used a shallow tease, but plunged very deep until her hand pressed against him. “I’m fucking there, baby, I’m there,” he gasped, clenching his eyes and thrashing his head in effort to wait and be still like he was told.