Teach Me

by Cate Bellerose

  “Dammit, Amber! I’m trying to keep you from getting hurt, maybe killed. Don’t you see how this hurts me too? You’re so fucking perfect, but you managed to walk into my life at just the wrong. Fucking. Moment.” Each word drops like a bomb.

  I don’t know what to believe. He sounds so earnest, but his words make no sense. “Why can’t you tell me? I want to believe you, but this sounds insane. You know that, right?”

  He takes a step closer before he catches himself. “I was supposed to scare you off that first day. You’re too damn stubborn.” Briefly, a smile flashes across his face. “And too damn cute. I don’t know how you did it, but already the first day you flipped my world upside down. You have no idea how hard this is for me.”

  “Are you involved in something illegal?”

  “Yes. No. Not the way you’re thinking.”

  “So why not just talk to me? Why play games like this?”

  He swallows, weighing his answer. “I need us to be disconnected. You’re in danger, Amber, and it’s my fault.”

  “Then protect me. But don’t drive me away.”

  He rushes me, making me back right up into the wall and draw a sharp breath in surprise. He doesn’t touch me, but braces his hands on either side, walling me in and coming oh so close. My heart races, even as I kick myself for letting him affect me like this. I’m supposed to be chewing him out and kicking his ass to the curb, not swooning when he gets all forceful.

  His eyes glint with determination and his broad chest rises and falls rapidly. “Fuck, you don’t know what you do to me. But I can’t be at your side every second of the day, much as I want to.”

  I bite my lip, trying to hold back a little smile. “You know, that may be one of the sweetest things anyone’s ever said to me.”

  He rolls his eyes. “Are you even listening to what I’m saying?”

  “How long? Is this over soon? Rest of your life?” Tentatively, I put my hand on his chest, feeling his thundering heartbeat against my palm. “Like you said, I’m pretty stubborn.”

  “Soon. One way or another.”

  “One way or...”

  “No, not like that,” he hurries to interrupt me. “Not unless something goes horribly wrong. I just want this off my back. I want you to be safe.”

  “So what can I do?”

  He looks at me questioningly. “What do you mean?”

  “What can I do to stay safe, without losing you? I can pretend. If you want, I’ll slam the door when I leave and call you all sorts of horrible names. Got any favorites? I can do them all.” I look him right in his eyes, wanting to make sure there is no confusion about my determination. “No one needs to know I’m waiting for you, but if you don’t come back to me, you better pray the bad guys get to you first, because I won’t be as merciful. Read me?”

  He backs up a step and laughs. “Jesus. Maybe you should be the one protecting me. You’re terrifying when you get possessive, babe.”

  “Do we have a deal? And let me remind you, yes is the only acceptable answer.”

  He grins. “Alright. Obviously I don’t have a choice. But you do as I say. When I say.”

  I nod. This is crazy, but I can’t help it. Maybe Eric’s just paranoid and delusional. Maybe I’m making a huge mistake, but he’s mine again. And I’m his. Right here, right now, that feels so right.

  Chapter 12

  Amber

  I look around the room. “So, how soundproof are these rooms?”

  His eyebrows arch in question. “Totally unless you use the intercom. Why?”

  “Then, so long as we’re in here, alone, and by all appearances arguing, no one knows what we’re actually doing, right?” I move close, pressing my breasts against his chest.

  Realization shows on his face, quickly followed by a mischievous grin. “That’s true. Why, did you have something specific in mind?”

  Smiling in anticipation, I run a finger up across his hard chest. “I might. I feel I owe you, you know.”

  He laughs. “Owe me? Pretty sure after all this, you don’t owe me anything.”

  “Don’t be so sure.” I rub against him, sliding slowly to my knees. “That was one hell of a performance in the park the other day.”

  I’m just about to start undoing his fly when his fingers thread into my hair and make a fist. He pulls, and I have no choice but to follow. My first thought is that he’s angry, but when I see the burning lust in his eyes, I know I’m in for it. In a good way. A shiver runs through me as his gaze penetrates me.

  His voice is all command, giving me goosebumps. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it my way. Walk. To the middle of the room.” He leads me by my hair.

  There’s a padded table, the same one the girl was tied to last time we were here. Chains hang from the ceiling. Coils of rope are sorted by lengths, and racks are covered with toys. Already my mind’s whirring with thoughts of what he might do.

  I glance at the viewing ports on either side of the room. The shutters are closed, but the switch that opens them is right there on the wall. I know we can’t, but part of me still wants to use them.

  I lick my lips, waiting for direction.

  He lets go of my hair, leaving me by the table. “Stand there, and don’t move.” His voice is steel and power and ice, all in one, yet it makes me flush and feel hot all over. He’s in control.

  He steps up behind me, and stretches a black silk ribbon right in front of my eyes. “Do you remember your safewords?”

  I nod.

  “Tell me.”

  “Yellow, slow down, something’s not quite right. Red, full stop, something’s fucked up.”

  “Good.” The ribbon descends on my eyes. He pulls it tight, but there are still slivers of light above and below it.

  “Going around once.” He winds black silk around my head, covering the upper strip of light. My gaze automatically drops, trying to look through the little slits that are left. My breath comes faster, and I’m trembling, knowing what comes next.

  “Going around twice.” The bottom slits are covered, and I’m left in complete darkness. Not even darkness. Blackness. I can’t see a thing. He cinches off the ribbon with a knot that he tightens against the back of my head.

  “Can you see anything?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Nothing...”

  “Nothing, Sir.”

  “Excellent. I can do what I want, then.” He leans in and whispers darkly, right into my ear. “And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

  Oh God.

  His hands touch my hips, sliding slowly upwards, tracing my curves. I feel his heat through the thin fabric of my dress. Up and up, until he’s right below my breasts, then onto them, cupping one in each of his hands. Without thinking, I press against them, into his touch. My hard nipples rub against his palms, tingling.

  “You’re so hot.” His broad chest is against my back. “I’ll be right back.” Then he’s gone.

  The waiting’s just as bad. Not knowing where he is, what he’s doing. What he’s planning.

  In blackness my other senses grow stronger.

  A faint smell of leather, and something like apple, maybe an oil or something.

  He’s quiet, but I hear him move behind me, over by the wall. I hear my heart pound in my ears, driving hot blood through my veins.

  It’s like I can taste the tension in the room.

  There’s the soft hum of the lights, and a very slight draft as air currents move through the room and over my skin. It’s a whole new world I’ve never really explored. You never realize how important your eyes are until you can’t use them.

  Click. A switch, then a mechanical whirr on either side of me. He’s opening the shutters!

  “Eric? If someone sees, won’t that ruin our plan? Sir?”

  Only silence. I hope he knows what he’s doing.

  I swallow and chew my lip. Are there people there? Is someone watching us right now? What’s he going to do to me? Every question triggers another r
ush of adrenaline. The worst part is not knowing. Maybe there’s no one there. Maybe there are people watching us like we watched the other couple. Playing with each other as Eric tortures me with sensations. I close my eyes, though it doesn’t matter much in the blackness.

  Then he’s back, his strong hands massaging my calves. “Spread your legs a little. That’s right. A little more. His hands stroke upwards, past my knees, going up the outsides of my thighs. His rough skin scrapes over mine, sending tingles rushing right up into my sopping wet center.

  “Let’s get this off you.” His hands move upwards, pulling my dress with them. Past my waist, and if anyone’s watching they have a prime view of my lacy panties and the garters holding up my stockings. I hope he likes them.

  “Sexy. Lift your arms.”

  I obey as his hands pass my ribcage and continue up. My head slips through and my lacy bra’s exposed. Pink, matching my panties and garters.

  Past my fingertips, and the dress is gone. I’m practically naked, the slight draft in the room cool across my skin.

  “You’re so beautiful.” He kisses my shoulder, his lips soft on my skin. “But you’re still overdressed.”

  I draw a deep breath. Here we go. With clever fingers, he unhooks my bra, sliding his hands around my ribcage, pushing the frilly fabric ahead of them until he’s cupping me bare. He rolls my taut nipples between his fingers, making me moan.

  His soft laughter is close, almost taunting, while he pulls the bra up over my arms until he can throw it away. “You’re doing well. Feet together.”

  My heart’s threatening to beat its way out of my chest, but I obey, knowing this is it. My last scrap of modesty. I trust him, but man, this is scary.

  His fingers hook in the elastic of my panties and tug. The panel sticks to my wetness for a second, before it lets go and the flimsy garment falls to pool around my ankles.

  “Step out. Carefully. The table’s right in front of you.”

  I lower my arms and search for it until there’s smooth leather under my fingers. Using it for a guide, I take two steps, leaving my panties behind. All I’ve got on are garters and shoes. And a blindfold.

  The windows. Is anyone there? The uncertainty is driving me nuts.

  He puts his broad hands on my shoulders, making me jump. “Easy. We’re going to turn. Just follow. I won’t let anything happen to you.” I turn until he stops me, then he slides his hands down under my arms. “Alright, the table’s behind you. Down on your knees. I’ve got you.”

  The implications of his command make my mouth water. I wet my lips as I kneel, sinking down by his support. There’s a cushion for my knees, protecting them from the hardwood floor.

  “Hold out your hands.” He fastens something around each wrist, something thick and leathery. “Good. Hands behind your back.” A click, and I realize he’s locked my wrists together. I tug, making the metal clips rattle, but my hands are trapped.

  He cups my breasts, his touch making me shiver. “Nice.” He whispers it huskily. A sudden, soft kiss on my lips and then he’s gone. Not gone, but moved. His shoes sound on the floor. He’s standing in front of me.

  A slide, some clicks, the sound of his wide leather belt unbuckling. A dull pop as he opens the fly, a soft scritch as he pulls down the zipper. Shuffling of cloth as he slides down his pants. I can’t see any of it, but I’m imagining every last bit.

  His fingers thread through my hair, then make fists, gripping me tight. “Open.” Like a sharp steel blade, his order cuts through any objections, not that I have any. I wet my lips, part them, and wait.

  The head of his cock is soft and smooth, forcing my mouth to open wider. He’s thick. Tastes of sweat and skin, his musk tickling my nostrils. He pushes deeper, his fists holding me in place. Everything is up to him. The depth, the pace. I can squeeze or relax my lips, or swirl my tongue along the underside, but other than that, he’s in control.

  I can’t see a thing, but I hear him. His sharp breaths, his soft moans as he strokes. His hands tighten and relax in my hair. I do my best to pleasure him with what little I can do.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful.” His voice is hoarse. “Naked, and on your knees for me. Those sexy lips, wrapped around my cock. I want to take a picture, so I can remember it forever.” He moans softly.

  Mmm... I like the sound of that. Not the picture. That freaks me out. I don’t trust a phone with internet, but knowing that he’s watching. Hearing him want me. Others could be watching too, I remember. It only makes me wetter.

  His breathing grows more ragged, more urgent. I’m going to taste him. I can’t wait. He’s got me so fucking hot.

  Instead, he pulls away. Where’s he going? I try to follow with my mouth, but his hands hold me in place. “No, not the first time. The first time will be in you, under me.” If that’s meant as a threat, it fails completely. It’d better be a promise. I swallow and breathe and wait while he reaches behind me and unclips my cuffs.

  “Up.” He takes my hands, steadying me. “Back up until you find the table. That’s right.” As soon as I’m against it, he pushes me carefully back, laying me down. I’m helpless, for him to do with as he pleases. He does something to the table, making it shake. Some clunks and clicks as if he snaps something in place.

  He grips my ankle and lifts the leg onto a surface that I’m sure wasn’t there earlier. Soft fiber runs over my skin, loop after loop. Rope. He’s tying the leg to whatever he folded out, securing it in place. A finger under the ropes, and then he does the same to the other side.

  I test my bonds, but there’s no give at all. I’m spread open for him, and anyone who looks through the windows. My cheeks warm at the thought. Oh God. Instinctively, I try to close my legs, but the ropes don’t budge.

  His shoes clack on the wooden floor, giving him away. Slow steps, moving slowly past me. He knows I’m listening. He was silent before. It’s for my benefit, so I can track him. Track him and wonder.

  Taking my wrist, he pulls it straight back behind my head. It’s a stretch, then he locks it in place. Again with the other, leaving me locked down, every limb fastened. At his mercy. Exposed to anyone watching through the windows. And with nowhere I’d rather be.

  “I love this look. Lifts your tits nicely.” His strong fingers pinch one of my nipples, making me cry out. “Beautiful.” He laughs.

  Something soft strokes along one of my thighs, sending little tickles and tingles rushing through me. Tiny, sexy sensations. They make me shiver, make goosebumps rise all over. I remember the feather the other couple had used.

  Something warm and wet encloses a nipple. His mouth. He tugs with his teeth, just enough to hurt. Just enough to make me want it again.

  The soft touch brushes right over my needy pussy. So light, it’s only a tease, but I try to follow him with my hips all the same. The touch disappears.

  His footsteps go to the wall briefly before he returns. Dull thumps of things set on the table. A scritch, a flare, a match being lit. The sound jogs my memory. Candles. I hold my breath, waiting for the first drop. In the black of the blindfold, I have no sense of time, but the wait seems like forever.

  It hits my stomach, and I yelp before I notice it’s not hot. Freezing cold. And wet. He’s dripping water?

  “Not what you expected?” There’s laughter in his voice. “Can’t be too predictable.” The drips trail from my belly button, up to between my breasts. Then something icy cold touches my nipple, and I squeal.

  “An ice cube, in case you’re wondering.” He swirls it around the taut nub, then replaces the ice cube with his mouth. The warmth and cold together makes me tingle. Every new thing he does makes me hotter. Every touch, every drop makes me wetter. I want him to take me, but it’s all in his hands. I don’t want to beg.

  Still sucking on one nipple, he rubs the ice cube on the other, and now everything’s out of balance. I moan under him, and then he’s gone. It’s exciting and frustrating at once.

  Hot. This time the drip is hot
, drop after drop trailing up my thigh. I draw a sharp breath between my teeth. Not enough to burn, but hot enough to notice. The candles. I’d forgotten them when he began with the ice.

  “First a little red.”

  More drips, along the thigh and up over my hip. The wax stiffens, making my skin strangely tight underneath. Then a pause, leaving me to feel, to sense. To let the sluggish wax puddles settle and cool.

  The respite is short before more drops strike my opposite hip and lead a trail up over my stomach. A tight circle around my belly button, and then he leaves the wax to stiffen again. The flashes of heat fade quickly into tightness.

  “Then a little green.”

  Drops strike my left breast, each one making me wince, spiraling in towards the nipple, drop after hot drop. One lands right on the sensitive nub, and I yelp.

  I imagine what I must look like, colorful drips spattered on my skin, immobilized. Blind. Naked. Spread open. The tension is amazing, but I want more. I want him. I need release.

  “Eric.”

  “Excuse me?”

  I roll my eyes even if I know he can’t see it. “Sir.”

  “What is it, babe?”

  “Fuck me. I can’t wait.”

  He laughs. “What’s the magic word?”

  Oh fucking hell. “Now!”

  He smacks the inside of my left thigh, the crack of flesh on flesh echoing in our chamber. It stings like crazy. “Ow!”

  “I call the shots here. We fuck when I say we fuck. Not a moment before.” His fingers dance across the spot he struck, caressing, touching.

  Another smack on my other thigh. I cry out. It hurts like a bitch, but the pain rushes straight to my core, fanning the flames. Without meaning to, I push my hips off the table, thrusting at him.

  “Please.”

  “What was that? I can’t hear you.”

  Arrogant prick. I say it louder. “Please. I want to see you. I want you in me.” I’m not too proud to beg. Not anymore. “Please. Sir.”

  “No.”

  “What?”

  “What kind of punishment would this be if I just did whatever you wanted?” He laughs. “Now, lie still.”