My Biker Daddy: A Billionaire Biker Daddy Romance (My Daddy Series Book 2)

by Lena Gordon

  She watched while he addressed Evan and with a lingering look, her husband returned to his seat. She could tell he was just as interested to see what the instructor would do to her as she was.

  Mia waited for what seemed like forever, while the professor paced across the room and back again, all the while tapping his ruler against his muscular thigh.

  When he opened his mouth to speak, Mia’s stomach contracted, and for a brief moment, she thought she might come right there on the spot.

  “Bend over, Ms. Wallace,” Dex said. “When you don’t listen, there are consequences.”

  Bend over?

  Mia’s mind raced. He couldn’t really mean he was going to strike her with that ruler? Surely not. Had she agreed to corporal punishment?

  Her heart quickened with the realization that she, in fact, had agreed. It was part of the questionnaire, and while Mia and Evan had never experimented with bondage or spanking before, the idea excited her.

  Judging by the slick between her legs, it more than excited her.

  Mia did as she was told and bent over, exposing her bare ass to the classroom full of strangers.

  There was a murmur of approval that rippled through the class and Mia was pretty sure she could pick out Evan’s groan of approval. Or was it something else?

  The instructor ignored her, and her bare ass, and continued to address the class. “Ms. Wallace has done a fabulous job demonstrating your first lesson. Can anyone tell me what it is?”

  The absurdity of the fact that he would be addressing a room full of adults as if they were regular students, while she had her ass in the air, fully exposed, was not lost on Mia.

  She couldn’t see who raised her hand, but he called on someone who’d obviously been paying attention. “You have to follow instructions,” the unseen woman said.

  “That’s right,” Dex agreed. “Can you tell me why that’s important?”

  The star pupil, who was quickly becoming the teacher’s pet, piped up again, “If you can’t follow instructions, you won’t be able to please your partner.”

  “That’s exactly right.”

  There was a whooshing sound and the ruler landed with a small smack on her bare ass cheek.

  Mia jumped and a flood of heat flowed to her center. She had to resist the incredibly intense urge to squirm and relive some of the pressure in her crotch.

  The professor continued speaking as if nothing had happened. “I’m sure everyone in this room has said something to the effect of, ‘Tell me what you want?’ or ‘What feels good?’ to their partner. Am I right?”

  Mia craned her head to see the class, who were all nodding and agreeing with their teacher. Even Evan, whose gaze was fixed squarely on her ass, was nodding his assent.

  “How can you expect to please your partner when he or she does, in fact, tell you what they want, when you aren’t listening?” he said. “The fact is, most people ask because that’s what’s expected of them, but they’re too preoccupied with themselves to listen to the answer. And if you aren’t paying attention, you won’t be able to please your partner.”

  Mia was intent on watching Evan, so she missed it when the professor once again came closer and with a swift flick of his wrist, brought the ruler down squarely across both ass cheeks.

  Mia jumped and couldn’t restrain her yelp of pain and the tear that sprang to her eyes, accompanied by the intense heat that unfurled in her core. But still, she didn’t stand until she was given the instruction. “You may rise, Ms. Wallace.”

  When she straightened, there was an unmistakable gush of wetness between her legs that slipped down her thigh and Mia distinctly noticed the absence of her panties.

  Chapter Four

  Evan didn’t miss the way Mia’s legs rubbed together as she made her way across the room. He watched her progress across the room, and could smell her excitement when she sat in the chair next to him.

  After the show she’d inadvertently put on for the class, there was no missing Mia’s lack of panties and he knew she was stirring in her own juices after the scolding the professor had given her. Literally.

  If only they weren’t in this classroom, he’d give her the pounding of a lifetime.

  His eyes raked over her, resting on her deep cleavage in the skanky school girl outfit. It was fucking hot and he couldn’t remember the last time she’d looked so slutty. Evan had no trouble imagining her lush, red lips wrapped around his cock. But he forced himself to focus on what the teacher was saying.

  “Instruction is a crucial part of the sexual relationship,” the professor said. “There are times when your partner will know exactly how they want to be touched and how they want you to treat them. When they communicate those needs to you, you better be listening.” The instructor stopped and it felt as if he stared right at Evan.

  I’m listening, Evan wanted to scream.

  But had he been?

  He glanced over at Mia, whose breasts were heaving against her red bra, threatening to burst from her tiny top with every breath. His cock hardened further at the sight of her.

  No, he thought. I most certainly haven’t been listening. But damned if he wasn’t listening to every little thing her body was telling him now and it was most definitely telling him to bend her over a table and take her. Hard.

  But in a room full of strangers, Evan knew that wasn’t about to happen. He settled for sliding his hand over her creamy exposed thigh.

  Mia’s thighs spread open in invitation, and a small sigh escaped her lips, but she didn’t take her eyes off the professor.

  At the front of the class, he was saying something about communication and how even when your partner didn’t know how to express what they wanted, an in-tune lover could read the needs of the other without exchanging a word. Evan was certainly reading Mia. Her eyes closed and her red lips parted as he slid his fingers up her thigh, and under the tiny scrap of fabric that was her skirt.

  “Mr. Wallace?”

  Evan started at his name and jerked his hand away. Mia let out a sigh of frustration and they both turned their attention to the front of the class. “It looks as if you’re ready to move on to the practical portion of the class.”

  Oh, he was ready all right.

  “And Ms. Wallace? How exactly do you feel about that?”

  Mia nodded and made a noise that could only be taken as consent. Evan’s cock strained for release.

  “Okay,” Dex said with a small smile. “It looks as if I made my point and my lesson was successful.” He turned to face the rest of the classroom. “Does anyone have any questions about communication? Can you see now how—with the Wallaces’ very successful example—the importance of listening to your partner, especially what he or she is not saying?”

  Evan’s mind was spinning and it was next to impossible to concentrate when he could hear Mia’s heavy breathing, and see her chest heaving up and down out of the corner of his eye. But he forced himself to listen to Dex, because after all, that was the whole point of being at the school. They were supposed to be learning so they could improve their sex life, not just watching another man turn his wife on to the point where she could barely sit down. That was hot, too, Evan thought, letting his mind wander again.

  But no. He needed to focus. Dex was still talking. Something about a homework exercise. That was the good part.

  “So, each class will follow a slightly different format,” Dex said. “There will be times, like tonight, where I will set up a scene, and play it out in order to make a point. Other nights, we may all go into the auditorium to watch graduates of the Institute demonstrate a technique for our benefit. Regardless, there will always be a chance to discuss what we’ve seen as a class, followed by suggestions for homework and in some instances, assignments.”

  Assignments? Evan almost laughed aloud. Would they be graded on their assignments? He couldn’t even imagine how that process would work.

  “Homework is optional,” Dex continued, answering Evan’s unspoken qu
estion. “Obviously, we feel it’s in your best interest as a couple to complete them all. After all, there’s a reason you registered, right?” The teacher’s dark eyes focused in on Mia and Evan. “However, if you’re not comfortable with something, you shouldn’t feel forced in any way. Assignments, however, will be graded. At times in a classroom setting, and other times just with the instructor. And yes, if you choose to stay in the program, assignments are compulsory. We take classes very seriously, and if students are unwilling to turn themselves over to the process, we will not waste our time with them.”

  Again, it seemed as if the teacher’s gaze narrowed in on Evan.

  He steeled his eyes, and set his mouth in a firm line. Oh, he would complete the assignments, all right. Even if only to prove to this guy that he had the balls to follow through.

  Evan risked a glance over at Mia. She was breathing even harder now, if it was even possible, but she was clearly concentrating hard to rein in her response. Was she excited about the prospect of being graded on performance? Or did the idea of performing in public turn her off? They’d never talked about it before, but judging by what she’d just been through and the flushed color of her skin and the potent smell of her excitement, Evan was willing to bet money that she felt exactly the same way he did.

  An assignment? The thought played on repeat in her head. And the more she thought about it, the more Mia liked the idea. Never in a million years would she ever have imagined she’d be excited to do homework when she was usually on the giving end of handing out homework. But something told her the assignment Dex was going to give out was going to be a whole lot different than any homework she’d ever given to a student. And she was going to like it a whole lot more than marking tests or boring essay questions.

  Mia squirmed in her seat, trying to discreetly give herself some release. From the moment she’d walked into the classroom, her arousal had grown to an almost painful level. She needed release. And soon. As if he read her mind, Evan’s hand once more wrapped itself around her thigh and slid up, under her impossibly tiny skirt. Without making eye contact, she opened her legs and allowed his fingers easier access.

  Unlike earlier, when he pulled away, this time Evan answered her unasked question and pushed one finger, and then two into her slick folds. Mia gasped and rocked forward, keeping her attention trained on Dex, who was still talking at the front of the class. He’d already made his point and was talking more about a homework assignment which involved reading each other’s body signals. She stopped listening, since Evan clearly had already jumped ahead to the homework portion of the evening. Mia focused on the professor, trying hard to act normal. Surely if he saw them screwing around in the middle of the class, there would be a punishment.

  Mia groaned again. Only this time she couldn’t be sure if it was because of the way Evan’s fingers were slowly working inside her, or the thought that there might be a punishment if they were caught again. When Dex smacked her ass, it had sent thrills through her that she’d never imagined. Never before had Mia even entertained the idea of punishment as a form of sex play, but now that she’d had a taste of it...

  “Oh, God.” Mia stopped herself from crying out and the words came out as a groan; all thoughts vanished from her head.

  “Does that feel good, baby?” Evan leaned down and whispered in her ear. His voice was husky, rough and full of need.

  A need she wanted to answer with every fiber of her being. Mia nodded her head and forced her eyes to remain trained on the front of the class and Dex who was still talking, although she’d be damned if she could hear a thing he was saying with every drop of blood flooding to her crotch and focusing on every tiny movement of Evan’s fingers that were driving her crazy, building the fiery heat deep in her core.

  It had been a long time. Too long since she’d felt the sweet release of an orgasm brought on by anything besides her own fingers.

  “That’s right, baby,” Evan moaned under his breath. “I can feel it. Let it come.”

  Come. She couldn’t do that. Not here. Not sitting in a classroom full of people. She couldn’t, could she?

  Evan worked his fingers relentlessly. Sliding in and out, flicking her clit with every thrust. Mia closed her eyes, unable to focus on anything else. She shook her head. “No,” she said. “No. I can’t.”

  “Yes, you can.” The professor’s voice seemed to float down over her while she focused solely on keeping her orgasm at bay.

  Evan’s fingers stilled and Mia shook her head again but even though she knew they now had Dex’s attention, she didn’t open her eyes.

  “Take her there,” Dex said to Evan. “You’re listening to her; you can feel it, so give her what she wants.” Evan’s fingers started moving again, this time tentatively. “Give her what she needs.”

  Mercifully, Evan’s fingers started moving in earnest. When he crooked his fingers upward, stroking the secret spot to the front, Mia put a hand on each side of her chair, lifted her bottom up and cried out, “Oh, God.”

  Heat rushed through her like a wave, crashing into an apex of pleasure, focused completely on Evan’s fingers and their relentless movement inside her.

  Mia kept her eyes squeezed tightly against what she was sure would be an entire room full of people. “Oh, God. Stop,” she moaned.

  Evan froze and Mia clenched around her fingers, on the verge of coming.

  “Mr. Wallace,” Dex said, his voice firm. “Is that what her body is telling you?”

  “No.”

  “That’s right,” Dex said. “The last thing you should do is stop.”

  What? No. Mia’s eyes snapped open. “If he doesn’t stop, then I—”

  “Will come right here where you sit.”

  “Yes,” Mia said, her voice coming out as a mewl. “I mean, no. I...I can’t...”

  “Yes you can, Ms. Wallace.”

  Evan started thrusting his fingers in her with a renewed vigor and Mia threw her head back in the chair.

  “That’s right, Ms. Wallace, let go. Let yourself feel it and give your body what it needs.”

  She felt it, all right. She felt the pressure building inside, threatening to burst. So close...so close. “No,” she said. Mia shook her head, fighting every bit of the pressure building inside her. The urge to let go was strong. Stronger than anything she’d ever felt. But, no. She couldn’t. Not with everyone watching.

  “Yes, Mia.” Evan practically moaned the words. “Do it. Come for me, baby. Everyone wants you to.”

  She shook her head from side to side. “No. I can’t. They’re watching.”

  “Yes, baby,” Evan said. “They are. They all want it, too.” Continuing the onslaught with his fingers, he put his thumb on Mia’s clit and pressed, just enough.

  Mia moaned and unable to control herself any longer, she threw her head back and let go. Because damned if she cared what anyone else thought. With Evan’s fingers inside her, pressing all her hot buttons, she couldn’t hold it inside any more. All the heat in her body crested into an apex of heat. “Oh, God,” she yelled.

  “Let it go, Mia,” Dex said. “Evan, listen to her. Listen to everything she’s telling you. Everything her body is telling you. It’s all about communication.”

  Everything Evan was doing felt good, damn good. But there was something holding her back.

  “Come on, baby. Let go.”

  “Okay, Mr. Wallace,” the professor said. “Do it.”

  “I am,” Evan said. “I’m doing what I can.” But his motion slowed. He wasn’t doing what he could. Mia bit her tongue to keep from crying out in frustration.

  “No,” Dex said.

  She could hear that the teacher was closer. She could feel it. “You’re not listening,” he said. “You’re not listening to what her body is telling her.”

  “I am, dammit.” Evan thrust his fingers inside her a few more times in frustration, but it did nothing to her, and Mia could feel the tenuous grip she had on her orgasm slipping away.


  “No.” Dex’s voice was smooth, soft. “Let me show you.” Mia braced herself and an electric thrill shot through her. Was he going to touch her? She hadn’t had another man’s touch on her skin since before Evan. Long before Evan.

  She sucked in a breath and braced herself, surprising herself with how much she wanted the teacher to touch her. How much she wanted his expert touch on her body to push her over the edge.

  “Yes,” she moaned, before she could stop herself. “Do it.”

  “What?” Evan pulled his fingers from her, and Mia instinctively tensed. Her eyes snapped open and she stared into Evan’s eyes.

  Even if she wasn’t half gone with passion, she would have been able to easily see her lover’s eyes full of passion of his own with a mixture of confusion too.

  “Evan.” She tried to talk to him. To tell him exactly what she needed to get over the edge she was teetering on.

  “Let me,” Dex said. Mia watched through half-lidded eyes as their teacher pulled a chair close. And then, before she could even process what was happening, the other man’s fingers were on her. His touch was hot, almost electric and although Mia hadn’t had another man touch her in years, it felt both new and familiar at the same time. Like he knew exactly what she needed.

  Mia knew she should be horrified that a virtual stranger, let alone a stranger who was supposed to be her teacher, was touching her in a way only her husband had. But when his fingers trailed down her thigh, and slipped into her folds, slippery with need, all Mia could think about was how damn good it felt.

  She let a moan escape her lips when he pushed a finger inside her. And then two. Evan’s hands, released from their task, were free to explore the rest of her. And they did.

  “That’s right, Mr. Wallace. See what she needs? Now you’re getting it.”

  Mia could barely focus on the words; all she could focus on was the building pressure in her core that was pulsing to her pussy.