Bad Girl Lessons

by Seraphina Donavan

  “Spread your legs for me,” he said.

  Nervously, Evie did as he asked, parting her thighs until he hooked her legs over his shoulders. She felt vulnerable and exposed. “Jackson, I don’t know about this.”

  He looked up at her, “I want to taste you. I watched you at the picnic when you were sitting under that big oak tree and Trevor had his head in your lap. I’d never been so jealous of him in my life. But I knew that if I had been where he was, I damned well wouldn’t have been napping.”

  Evie was stunned. “You thought about me that way?”

  It was time for confession. “Evie, I’ve thought about you that way since I was fourteen years old.”

  Evie didn’t get a chance to respond. Before she could even fully process the thought, his mouth was on her. He nudged aside the damp fabric of her thong and pressed his tongue inside her. The heat of his mouth and the sensual glide of his tongue along those delicate nerve endings made her moan. Her back arched and her hips thrust forward, meeting his questing mouth. Each pass of his tongue was more exquisite than the last, ratcheting the tension in her body to new heights. He moved lower, and then his tongue was thrusting into her, his whiskers rough against the soft inner lips of her sex.

  Jackson felt the trembling of her thighs against him. Her soft pants were interspersed with moans and low keening cries. Deliberately, he licked his way back up her slit, nibbling softly, before flexing his tongue and flicking it against her clit. She gripped his head, her hands tugging at his hair as she called his name. He circled the hardened bud with his tongue.

  “Jackson, please!”

  He drove her to the edge, kept her hovering on the brink of orgasm until her head was thrashing from side to side and she was crying out incoherently. Closing his lips over her clit, he sucked it into his mouth. She screamed his name and he felt the little nub pulse against his tongue as she climaxed. Her thighs trembled and her belly quivered as she came for him. He continued the exquisite torment, licking, nibbling and sucking at her clit until one orgasm faded into the next. He withdrew his mouth from her still quivering cunt and pressed his body to hers, holding her in place. Kissing her parted lips, he shared the sweet taste of her desire. She kissed him back hungrily, her fingernails marking the skin of his back as she clutched at him.

  Jackson waited until her tremors ceased and then pulled her to a sitting position. When it seemed her legs would support her, he helped her to her feet before stepping back. “Go home while I still have the strength to let you. Think about this and if you still want me to teach you to be a bad girl, come to the house tomorrow.”

  Evie watched him walk away, her breath still ragged. Gingerly, she walked back up the dock. With each step, she could feel the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through her. Her heart hammered in her chest as she retreated, confused. She walked back to her car, unsure of exactly what had happened. What she did know for certain, was that she was coming back. Hell or high water, she wanted more of what he had just given her.

  Chapter Two

  Evie came down the stairs the following morning only to face her mother’s disapproving stare. She’d let her apartment go in order to move into Trevor’s house, but that was obviously not going to happen. So, she was stuck at her parents’ home again, at least until she could find something better.

  “Is there a problem, mother?” she asked, though she truthfully had no interest in hearing an answer. Her mother always had a problem with her.

  “Where were you yesterday afternoon?” Margaret said, her tone huffy.

  “I just needed to be alone. I had a lot of things to think about. Then I ran into Jackson.”

  Margaret curled her lips disdainfully. “Of course, you did. Perhaps if you had paid as much attention to Trevor as you did to that lowlife he wouldn’t have left you!”

  “Margaret! That is uncalled for!” Evie looked up as her father walked in, scolding her mother. He rarely spoke up against his wife’s tirades. Evie never spoke out against her mother, but that comment had been uncalled for.

  “It’s true!” Margaret protested, though her voice remained cold. “She’s mooned over that white trash for years!”

  “Trevor left me because he has no honor. He lied, he cheated, and he ran like a coward and left me to face everyone alone…Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have an appointment to view an apartment,” Evie said, her voice quiet and resigned, revealing none of the hurt that she felt as she swept from the room, her fists clenched at her side. Her father called after her and she paused at the foot of the stairs. He approached her cautiously, as if uncertain of her response.

  “Evangeline, I know your mother is hard on you at times, but she does love you. She is distraught over all this.”

  “No. She’s embarrassed socially. It offends her to be the object of gossip and pity because her fat daughter got jilted at the altar. I can’t live here and I refuse to apologize for what he did.”

  “I understand. If you need help with the apartment, you’ll let me know?”

  Touched, Evie leaned forward and kissed her father’s cheek. “Yes, Daddy. If I need help I will always come to you.”

  Leaving her father at the foot of the stairs, she went up to her old bedroom to pack her clothes. Most of her things were still at Trevor’s house. She was living out of the suitcase she’d packed for her honeymoon. Folding the lingerie, she was determined that it would not go to waste. She wondered which of the delicate items Jackson would prefer and then pushed that thought aside. It was too distracting. Once the suitcase was packed, she hefted it off the bed and down the stairs, where her father carried it out to her car.

  “Here, take this,” he said and pressed a check into her hand.

  “Daddy, I have money. I have a job,” she protested.

  “You work at that museum. You make next to nothing. Take the money. It’s expensive to start over.”

  Evie hugged him and kissed his cheek again. “Thank you, Daddy.”

  He paused and then said, “You know, I don’t approve of Jackson Cope. He’s always been a bit wild, but I do know that he’s always been a good friend to you, so ignore what your mother says about him and do what makes you happy. She approved of Trevor and that was a disaster.”

  Evie laughed, “Are you giving me your blessing?”

  “I’m telling you to do what you need to do to be happy.”

  The conversation replayed in her mind an hour later as she walked through the tiny, box-like apartment. Everything in it was beige but it was in her budget. She hated it on sight. “I’m sorry. I was hoping for something that’s a little more unique.”

  The landlord smiled, “I understand. Maybe you ought to think about buying a house instead? With the market the way it is, and assuming you’ve got a halfway decent credit score, buying would make sense for you right now.”

  Evie considered his words. “I need a place right now, though.”

  “I’ve known your daddy forever. Why don’t you take the place for a month or two until you find something you like?”

  “Okay. That sounds great.”

  They completed the paperwork and he left the keys in Evie’s hands. She called a moving company and arranged to have her things moved from storage the following day. With that done, she left the apartment and headed for Jackson’s house. She had questions for him.

  Evie pulled her car into the small parking area outside the lake house that had been Jackson’s home since he came back to Gresham County after leaving his football career behind. Built in the low country style, the house was raised on pylons with wide sweeping stairs going up the front and back of the house to a wraparound porch. Large Palladian windows caught the light reflecting off the water and winked at her as she made her way up the steps. Her low heeled sandals clicked on the wood, announcing her presence. Jackson stood in the open doorway as she reached the porch. He wore a pair of low slung jeans and white button down shirt. The shirt had been left open and her mouth went dry as she took in the well muscled
chest and six pack abs lightly dusted with golden hair. The dusky bronze of his skin appeared even darker against the white fabric of the shirt.

  “I didn’t think you were coming,” he said.

  “I had to find a place to live first. If I had to spend one more night in my mother’s house I would probably have committed suicide.”

  He grinned, “Can’t say I blame you. Your father is a strong man.”

  “You really want to talk about my parents right now?”

  His smile faded. His expression transformed into something darker, feral as he disappeared into the house, leaving the door open. Taking a deep breath, Evie followed him inside and closed the door behind her. The sound echoed through the silent house. Glancing around the living room, Evie took in her surroundings. She hadn’t been in his house before. All of her interactions with Jackson had taken place in social settings. It wasn’t the bachelor pad she’d been expecting. It looked more like a featured home in a magazine with traditional furnishings but few personal touches. It was beautiful, but it told her nothing about him. But the decor was hardly what held her attention. Jackson was standing next to a chaise upholstered in soft cream.

  “Are you sure you want to learn how to be a bad girl?” he asked.

  Evie nodded, “Very sure.”

  Jackson smiled enigmatically. “The first lesson in being bad is knowing how to take your punishment. Strip. I want you completely naked for this.”

  Her palms sweating and her mouth bone dry, Evie began to remove her clothes. She unbuttoned her blouse slowly and then shrugged it from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Shyness threatened, but a glance at his face and the intensity of his gaze upon her spurred her on. She then unzipped her tailored pencil skirt and shimmied her hips until it joined her blouse. Standing before him in only her bra and panties, she felt his eyes traveling over her. It should have made her nervous, but it didn’t. It excited her, she realized. She was eager to be naked in front of him. With trembling hands, she unhooked her bra and let it fall. Her breasts felt heavy and her nipples puckered under the weight of his stare. Hooking her thumbs beneath the elastic band of her panties, she slipped them over her hips and let them fall to the floor. “Now what?”

  He patted the chaise, “Over here, and on your knees.”

  Evie strolled leisurely to the chaise and settled onto it on her knees, facing him. “So what’s my punishment?”

  He avoided the question, “Put your hands on the back of the chaise.”

  Even in the stifling heat, Evie shivered. Hearing the cool command in his voice was an altogether new experience for her, but it was having an unanticipated effect on her body. Reaching up she grasped the back of the chaise with her hands. She had to lean forward to do so, and she felt vaguely embarrassed that her bottom was now sticking up in the air, but that had apparently been his plan. He lifted a set of cuffs from the floor. They were black Velcro and were attached the legs of the chaise. When they were fastened around her wrists, she felt a spark of fear but it was balanced by a spark of desire. She watched from the corner of her eye as he walked behind her. His hands stroked over the pale globes of her ass, the touch soft and tender. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation.

  Seconds later, Evie’s eyes flew open and she screamed. Jackson’s hand landed on her ass, the force of the blow stinging like nothing she had ever felt. “What are you doing?”

  “You made me wait. Now you have to pay for it,” he said, landing a blow on the other cheek.

  Evie’s ass was on fire. If she told him to stop, he would. She knew that. She considered her options. Yes, it had hurt, but there had been something more. As the burn settled into her tender flesh, it stoked another kind of heat inside her. She felt an answering burn low in her belly and a growing wetness between her thighs. Another stinging blow landed on her ass, lower this time, so that the slap radiated to the swollen lips of her cunt. A low moan escaped her and she knew then that she wouldn’t tell him to stop. She was going to beg for more.

  Jackson smacked each cheek again, loving the soft resilience of her flesh under his palms. “How bad do you want to be, Evangeline?” he asked, softly.

  Evie glanced over her shoulder at him, meeting his intent gaze, “As bad as I can be.”

  Jackson slapped her ass again. He shrugged out of his shirt and shucked his jeans as she watched. Her soft gasp when his cock sprang free had him grinning. He stepped in front of her, his cock level with her face. “See something you like?”

  Evie could only nod. Jackson’s cock was long and thick, curving upwards toward his navel. The head glistened with pre-cum. “Oh, my goodness.”

  “That’s hardly the way a bad girl would react… Tell me how much you like my cock.”

  “It’s perfect.”

  “Say it,” he commanded.

  “Your cock is perfect,” she responded.

  “What do you want to do with my cock?”

  “I want to taste you.”

  Jackson stroked his cock from base to tip. The sight made Evie moan. When he stepped closer, she opened her mouth and traced the thick head of his cock with her tongue. She caressed each vein and ridge before closing her mouth over the tip, sucking him into her mouth. The salty taste was decadent and a small hum of pleasure escaped her, prompting an answering groan from him. His hands delved into her hair, tightening in the thick, sable strands as he angled her head to take more of him. Evie forced herself to relax, to allow her jaw to go slack, as he guided his cock deeper into her mouth. Eagerly, she closed her lips around him, pressing the sensitive head against the roof of her mouth while she caressed the thick vein underneath with her tongue. A harsh curse hissed from between his clenched teeth. Looking up at him as she sucked his cock deep into her mouth, she watched him watch her. It was a heady experience and made the encounter even more intimate. She felt connected to him in that moment, in a way that she never had with anyone else.

  Evie focused all her attention on him. She watched his face, taking note of every shift of his expression, every sigh and groan, learning what he liked. Pulling back, she dipped her head lower, nuzzling his balls with her lips. The soft curse told her how much he enjoyed it. Gently, she licked and sucked at his scrotum until he pulled back from her.

  “This isn’t going to end that quickly,” he said.

  Evie sighed as he stepped away. She felt the cushions of the chaise dip as he moved behind her. His hand dipped between her legs, cupping her sex. Callused fingers slid gently along her damp slit, probing for entrance. He pressed inside her, stroking in and out, filling her with gentle pressure. “You’re so wet for me,” he murmured. “So tight. What do you want, Evie?”

  “I want you inside me,” she said.

  “I am inside you. You have to be more specific,” he said, his voice gently challenging.

  “I want your cock inside me, Jackson. Please.”

  He slapped her ass with his other hand, his fingers still buried inside her. Evie moaned at the intensity of the feeling. She whimpered as he withdrew his hands from her, but when he gripped her hips and nudged the head of his cock at her entrance, she sighed with relief. With her hands still bound, she bent her elbows and dropped her forehead onto the chaise, lifting her ass higher against him. His cock slid into her, slowly, stretching and filling her. She cried out as he pressed deeper. He didn’t stop until she felt his balls pressed against her clit. “Oh, my god.”

  “How do you want it, Evie? Slow and easy are hard and fast?”

  “Hard and fast. Just fuck me!” she said, desperate for him.

  Jackson withdrew his cock, the walls of her pussy clutching at him. He bit back a groan at the sight of his cock coated with her juices. His fingers tightened on the soft flesh of her hips, gripping her tightly. When only the head of his cock remained inside her, he thrust forward, slamming his cock back into her welcoming heat. She screamed, her hips jerking against him. He drove into her again and again, until sweat drenched them both and she was trembli
ng beneath him. Her voice had grown hoarse from her cries. He snaked one arm around her waist, his fingers moving unerringly to the hard bud of her clit. He flicked it, stroked it with his fingers as he surged into her again. Her body tightened around him even further, and her breath came in short, harsh pants. Her thighs trembled. He thrust again and her clit pulsed under his fingers, the walls of her pussy rippling around his cock. He hadn’t intended to come yet, but the sensation of her sheath spasming around him was more than he could withstand. With his hand at the small of her back, he pressed down, angling her hips to take him even deeper, and thrust again. His balls drew tight and with two quick, deep strokes, his cock jerked inside her, twitching as spurt after spurt of cum exploded from him.

  He should have pulled out. It was a risk they couldn’t afford to take, but he simply didn’t have the will. It felt so good to be inside her. It was primal, elemental. It was the fulfillment of every erotic fantasy he’d had about her for the last fifteen years. He didn’t even withdraw immediately. When she collapsed onto the chaise, her knees no longer able to support her, he followed her down, curving around her body. He left his cock inside her until it softened and slipped from her. Though it took more effort than he felt capable of, he reached up and loosened the ties at her wrists, freeing her hands. With her mobility restored, she snuggled against him and he closed his arms around her.

  “That was lesson one,” he said, smiling contentedly.

  Evie smiled back at him. “How many lessons are there?”

  “Enough to keep us both busy for a while. Not all of the lessons are like this.”