‘I won’t if she proves me wrong.’ Dr Braithwaite pressed me forward. ‘Ask him nicely for permission to blow him. I’ll make my decision based on your performance.’
His voice was stern, his hand on my back commanding. He treated me as the slut he proclaimed I was, and I had a choice to make. I could become what he envisioned me as, or I could run away and pretend I was a good girl.
Chapter Nine
Dr Braithwaite wanted to push my limits. He wanted me to let go of my inhibitions and give in to my urges.
It was a scene.
Role-playing.
Pretend.
But the emotions bubbling inside me were real, and so was my desire to please him. To be worthy of him. To prove I was brave enough for this lesson, even if I didn’t fully understand it.
‘Please…’ I sucked in a breath. ‘Please, Master Dan. May I suck your cock?’
‘Yes, you may,’ he said, his lips twitching with a smile. ‘Such a diligent student. So polite, isn’t she, Sir Emmerson?’
‘Hmm,’ was his only response.
‘Open those pretty lips for me. Wider. Good,’ Dan praised as I positioned myself as well as I could with Dr Braithwaite’s grip on my hair.
‘Ahh…’ Dan’s eyes closed with a low groan when I tightened my lips around his cock. He tasted salty and musky. Better than I remembered from past boyfriends. Not that I had muchexperience giving a blowjob, as demonstrated when I choked as he hit the back of my throat.
I withered and died from the second scoff from Dr Braithwaite. ‘Pathetic.’ He arched a brow when another traitorous tear rolled down my cheek. ‘Are you just going to cry all night?’
Dan pulled back a bit. ‘Breathe through your nose, sweetheart. There you go.’
I sniffed as I swirled my tongue around his shaft, trying to ignore Dr Braithwaite’s hard stare.
‘You should’ve watched the videos I sent you,’ he said. ‘You would’ve seen how a real sub sucks cock.’
I pulled away. ‘I’m sorry,’ I whimpered. Saliva dribbled down my cheeks to join the tears that had already wetted my chest.
‘Spare me your apologies.’ He twisted his hand in my hair, lifting my chin to Dan. ‘Again.’
I opened my mouth and tried to breathe through my nose as Dan’s cock slid over my tongue. My throat spasmed with the urge to swallow the spit pooling in my mouth, but I let him hold it there until my lungs screamed with the urge to breathe.
‘Better,’ Dr Braithwaite said. ‘Look into his eyes. Show your appreciation for every inch he’s given you.’
My gaze met Dan’s. He smiled as he pulled out to let me breathe. ‘I’m going to start moving now, okay?’
I appreciated his calming voice and guidance. It made it easier to accept his full length when he plunged back in. ‘Suck,’ he ordered, his voice gruff. ‘Show me how much you want my cock in your mouth.’
I sucked harder, a small pop emitting from my mouth as he pulled out.
‘Good,’ he groaned. ‘Keep those lips tight for me.’ Dan’s hand replaced Dr Braithwaite’s, holding my head with a gentler grip as he pushed forward again. ‘Fuck, that feels so good.’
Encouraged by his praise, I explored the silky hardness of his cock with my tongue, dragging it along the throbbing vein and swirling it around the head. When he withdrew to the tip, I sucked hard, staring deep into his eyes. I liked his reaction. How heavy his breathing became. How his fingers tightened their grip on my head. So caught up in what I could do to him, I jumped when Dr Braithwaite smacked my thigh.
‘Open your legs for me.’
My body responded to his order of its own accord, shifting my knees further apart to give Dr Braithwaite better access to my pussy. A shudder ran through me as his fingers found my clit. ‘So swollen, Ophelia,’ he murmured. ‘Do you want to come?’
Mouth full of cock, I nodded. My eyes fluttered shut as he rubbed my clit. The bundle of nerves responded to every sweep and flick, absorbing the pleasure his fingers could gift me. I needed that release. I wanted his praise. Mindless with desire to please him, I could barely concentrate on Dan as Dr Braithwaite continued playing with me.
When my lips softened their grip on Dan and his cock almost slipped out, Dr Braithwaite landed a sharp slap against my pussy. I grunted, more because of the loss of his fingers than the punishment.
