The Pleasure Chest Box Set

by Penny Wylder

  “I’ll hold you to that,” he says, planting a final kiss on me.

  I head for the door before he can pull me back and convince me to stay in this room forever, naked and fucking. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t,” I say as I get to the door. I don’t stay to see his reaction. Instead I head into the class area and take my seat, this time further towards the back. I wasn’t lying, there are far more women here this time, and I have no doubt that it’s because the women from the first class—who are all here—told their friends about the smoking hot substitute teacher.

  The brunette sits in the front row again, with a shirt that’s noticeably more revealing than what she wore last time. I feel a pang of nervousness. She’s gorgeous, and right there in the front row. I just made out with him and turned him on. What if he sees what she’s wearing and decides he likes it? Should I move up there?

  I don’t have a chance to decide, because Philip walks into the class, and there’s a collective gasp from all the women in the room—especially the new ones. There’s practically cheers as he turns around to work on flipping through the easel and illustrations. He knows what he’s doing too, because when he turns he looks straight at me and winks. The women around me sigh, thinking he might be winking at them, but I know it’s for me.

  I can hear the whispers around me now, and I’m regretting sitting in the back of the class. There are comments on everything, from how hot he is to how great his ass looks. How they want to practice this class on him and let him lick every inch of their bodies. As Philip teaches, their words sink under my skin. Christa said he’d been with his fair share of women. I’m not stupid, I know what that means, and I know that having some fun for the last couple of days doesn’t make us exclusive. And there is a room full of willing women here ready to fuck him the second he even hints at yes.

  Plus, he’s smooth. He’s so smooth, so practiced, so charming. I saw that last time, and I see it again. Suddenly I wonder if I’ve been wrong, that he’s a player after all. It’s possible that I’ve made a huge mistake. My gut bubbles with anxiety, and I feel the urge to leave the class—it would be easy enough since I’m at the back. But if I leave, he might follow me. I don’t want that kind of scene.

  I’m over reacting. I know I am, but these past couple of days don’t erase the last month. I don’t know what to think. I’m too distracted in my swirl of thoughts to pay attention to his words. But I watch him. I watch him as he sneaks glances at me, sharing faces and subtle expressions when someone else is asking a question. He winks a couple more times. He doesn’t flirt with anyone but me. Somehow that makes me even more nervous. If I was wrong—if he’s a player, he could be playing me really well. He could be stringing me along until he gets what he wants from me and then I’ll be left broken and vulnerable again.

  Before I know it, the class is over. There’s wild applause that is almost laughable, and Philip takes a little bow. I fight down my unease. I’m making something out of nothing. Or am I? I feel a little sick, the two thoughts chasing each other in circles inside me. Just like before, I hang back. I said later, and I’ll give him that chance. I could be getting in my own way, or my subconscious could be trying to warn me. After the last hour I don’t know what to think.

  The brunette from the first row sidles up to Philip, wrapping him in a hug and giving him a kiss on the cheek. When she pulls away, Philip glances down at her breasts which are spilling out of her top. She slips him a piece of paper, and he smiles that brilliant smile. They laugh together, and my stomach plummets. I can’t watch this. I can’t stand to watch what I hoped he was unravel in front of me. I push through the curtains at the back of the classroom, ducking through the crowd of people still milling through the store. Someone near the door shoves a flyer in my hand for future classes. I barely manage to say thank you before pushing out of the store and into the open air.

  I can breathe a little better out here, but my chest is tight with anxiety and worry and the fear that I did exactly what I said I wouldn’t—jumped into bed with someone exactly like Bryan. I need some time. I need to get out of here. So many people came to the class today that I had to park a few blocks away. I head in that direction, trying to focus on my breathing and telling myself that everything is fine. I haven’t had a panic attack in a long time, but I’m almost there.

  I’m halfway to my car when I stop dead in the middle of the sidewalk. There, coming out of a restaurant, is the last person I expected to see. It’s Bryan.

  My muscles lock down, and I’m not sure what to do. That’s not true, I should turn around and walk away, but I’m rooted to the spot. Then it gets worse, because he looks up and sees me. I think all the blood in me drains to my toes. I’m not ready for this, I’m not ready to stand in front of him. But I don’t have a choice, because he’s coming over to me. Sick dread pools in my stomach with every step that he takes towards me.

  “Mayra,” he says, looking confused. “I’m surprised to see you in this part of town.”

  I swallow, “Yeah, I had…an appointment.”

  “Did you follow me here?” He laughs after he says it, like he’s joking, but I know that laugh and I know he’s not.

  “No,” I say. “I’m just leaving now, going to my car.”

  He looks down at my hands, and I do too, and I realize I’m holding the neon pink flyer for all the sex classes. The Pleasure Chest logo is plastered on the front, and the font would be big enough to read from space. A cruel smile comes onto Bryan’s face. “I’m guessing your ‘appointment’ was one of those bogus classes they offer at that store. You might as well give that up now. A class won’t be able to fix you.”

  Anger surges through me, and I straighten my spine. “You’re full of shit, Bryan,” I say. “First, whether I take a class for my own enjoyment is none of your business, and second, I don’t ‘suck at sucking.’” I use my fingers to punctuate his own words. “I don’t suck at anything sexual. If you think that, it’s your problem.”

  The words feel good, and I realize that I actually believe them. I never thought I was as bad at everything as he claimed, but I didn’t have the confidence to say it.

  Bryan looks a little shocked, like the last thing he expected was for me to contradict what he’d decided about me. Then, his eyes narrow, that all pretense of friendliness disappearing. “You think you can disagree with me? I’ve had more sex than you, Mayra. I’ve had better sex than you. I think I’m the one in a position to say whether or not you’re good and bed.” He laughs, the sound dark and sinister. “I can’t believe you would even try to tell me I’m wrong about this. But then again, you always were a dumb slut.”

  The words hit me in the gut like a physical blow, and I take a step back, all the confidence I had disappearing. I feel like a hole has opened up under me, and I’m falling even though I’m standing still.

  Bryan doesn’t stop. “But I suppose you’re too stupid to even know that. I’ll tell you what, I’m feeling generous today. If you ask me very nicely—maybe on your knees—I’ll take you back to my place. That class won’t teach you anything, but my new girlfriend will be able to show you a few tricks. Things that even someone as hopeless as you will be able to use.”

  I’m looking down at the sidewalk, wishing it would swallow me whole when someone walks past me. I think that the only thing that would make this more humiliating is someone witnessing it—and then I stop because I realize that the person is Philip, and that he has Bryan by the shirt up against the wall of the restaurant. I feel my jaw drop open, ironically matching the expression on Bryan’s face.

  I hear Philip’s voice, and it’s like I’ve never heard it before—deadly and quiet, like black satin in the dead of night. It’s a voice that lets me know without a doubt that he’s seen battle. “You must be Bryan,” he says. “You want to stop talking now, and you want to walk away. Once you walk away, never contact Mayra again. Am I clear?”

  Bryan shoves Philip off him. “Who the fuck are you man? You thin
k you can just walk into my business and tell me what to do? I’ll talk to her any time I want, and she’ll listen to me. I’m the best thing that ever happened to that whore. I ought to kick your ass for putting your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

  For a second, Philip doesn’t move. And then, a smile comes onto his face. Where Bryan’s smile can be cruel, Philip’s can be terrifying. I’m happy I’m not on the receiving end of it, and there’s a significant part of me that’s jumping for joy that Bryan is going to get what’s coming to him. It all happens so fast I can barely see it. Philip grabs Bryan’s arm, twisting it behind him and shoving him face first into the wall. Bryan is struggling, but he’s not going anywhere—I know just how strong Philip is. Bryan is almost crying, his shoulder dislocating.

  Still with that smile, Philip starts to speak. “Apologize. Now. Or you won’t have a jaw to keep running your mouth with.”

  “I’m sorry, geeze.”

  Philip drags him off the wall and shoves him away. Bryan stumbles, barely catching himself as he massages arm. He looks between Philip and me. “You’re fucking crazy, man. Have her. She’s not nearly good enough for me.”

  Philip takes a step towards him, and Bryan takes off, sprinting down the sidewalk away from us. He doesn’t stop running until we can’t see him anymore. As soon as he disappears, all the tension disappears from Philip’s body. He comes to me, pulls me into his arms, and I let him. “Are you all right?” he asks.

  I wrap my arms around his waist, letting the warmth of his body seep into mine. Tilting my face up, I make it clear what I want, and Philip kisses me. I explore his mouth with my tongue, showing him just how all right I am thanks to him. “Thank you,” I say, when he pulls away, “That was great.”

  He smiles. “My pleasure.”

  Now that Bryan is gone and I’m panicking less, the reason I left the class in the first place comes back to me. I extricate myself from his arms. “I have to ask why you’re here, though.”

  A flash of hurt crosses his features. “I’m here because I came after you. You disappeared after class again, I might add. I’m not sure what you mean, why wouldn’t I be here with you?”

  “I saw…” I bite my lip, embarrassed that I’m even going to say it. “I saw that gorgeous brunette give you her number. We’ve only been hanging out for a couple of days…I thought you might want to go home with her tonight.”

  He laughs. “She did give me her number. And she suggested some very creative ways she wanted to practice the class on me. I told her no.”

  “She was smiling an awful lot for someone who was rejected.”

  “Come here,” he says, tugging me back into him. He kisses me softly. I feel it all the way to my core, my body responding to the honesty in his kiss. Every part of me aches with the need for more of that, for more of him. “When I told her I was seeing someone else, that girl smiled and told me that girl was very, very lucky.”

  I barely give him a chance to finish his sentence before I kiss him again, hard and deep. He returns the favor, and I feel like this kiss could fuse us together. My stomach is swooping and soaring and I don’t ever want it to end. We’re pressed up against the wall of the restaurant and I don’t know how we got there. His hands are in my hair and my hands are under his shirt. His tongue is driving into me the same way I want his cock to drive into me.

  “Wow,” I say, when we come up for air.

  “I’m holding you to your promise,” he says, tugging me down the sidewalk towards the shop and his car. He smirks at me. “It’s a pity we won’t have these classes to see each other, since Christa will be back teaching in no time.”

  “That’s fine with me,” I laugh, “especially since you tell me I don’t need any lessons.”

  He gets into the car and grabs my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm. “The only lessons I’m interested in giving now are private ones.” Lacing our fingers together, he starts the car. “So, my place or yours?”

  Epilogue

  PHILIP

  Seven Months Later

  Valentine’s Day

  “Can I take this blindfold off now?”

  I chuckle. “The answer is the same as the last five times you asked. I’ll tell you when you can.”

  She sighs, and I glance over at her. She’s naked except for the blindfold, and she’s about to have something else on her. I place the tray on the bedside table, and sit down beside her. “On our first date, I said there was something I really wanted to do. Do you remember what it was?”

  Her face scrunches up under the blindfold as she thinks. “No?”

  “I’m not surprised, we only talked about it for a second.” I dip my finger in the melted chocolate I’ve placed in a few bowls, and I touch my finger to her lips. “Taste.”

  I feel her tongue flick against my finger and she gasps. “Chocolate. You said you wanted me covered in chocolate.”

  “And you said you wanted to lick it off my cock.”

  Mayra licks her lips, and my already hard cock starts to ache at the sight. “You can take your blindfold off.” She pulls it off, taking in the different colors of chocolate I’ve put together, her grin from ear to ear. I take another finger of chocolate—white this time, and smooth it over her nipple. “I’m going to paint you in chocolate,” I say.

  “Don’t think you’re getting out of this clean,” she says, painting a line of dark chocolate down my chest.

  I paint white chocolate flowers on her nipples, dark chocolate swirls on her collar bones. She puts abstract designs across my stomach, a dripping handprint over my heart. When we’re both almost covered in chocolate, I start my masterpiece. I use the darkest chocolate I have, slowly drawing a word on her chest—backward. I write three more, trailing down between her breasts and down onto her stomach.

  “You need to look in the mirror,” I tell her.

  She licks some chocolate off her fingers. “Like this?”

  “Like this.”

  She stands up, crossing the bedroom to the full-length mirror and examining the message on her body. I can see in the mirror that I’ve done a good job. The words Will You Marry Me clearly standing out against the rest of the designs. She whips around towards me. “Are you serious?”

  “Absolutely,” I say.

  Her face breaks into the widest smile I’ve ever seen, and I catch her as she tackles me back onto the bed. Our kisses taste of chocolate, and something deeper. “Yes,” she says, sucking the chocolate from my lips. “Yes, absolutely.”

  “There’s a ring in the dining room,” I say. “I didn’t want it covered in chocolate.”

  She grins. “I support that decision.”

  I flip her over onto the bed. “You look just as amazing as I thought you would,” I say. “I’d actually say you look edible.” My mouth finds her nipple, and I clean the chocolate from her skin. Once her nipple is clean, I lick her everywhere. She moans as I taste her skin, trying to lead me down between her legs. It works. I push her legs apart, pressing a finger inside her as my mouth drops onto her clit. She’s soaking wet, and the pure taste of her mixes with the chocolate in a powerful, incredible flavor. I would stay here forever if I could.

  I push a second finger into her pussy, curling my fingers upward to find that rough spot. I find it, feeling her body jump under me as I stroke my fingers across it. I want her to come, and quickly. I have plans for her today, and I plan on her coming as many times as I can make her. I fuck her pussy, hitting that spot with my fingers as I graze my teeth along her swollen clit. She shudders as I suck it back between my lips, my mouth flooding with more of her taste.

  I’m reaching for a condom when she stops me. “Wait.” In a flash, she’s in front of me, hands covered in chocolate, spreading it over my cock. “Remember what I said?”

  My mouth is dry. “I can’t forget.”

  I really haven’t been able to. The idea that she would suck chocolate off my cock has been a regular feature in my fantasies for months. She spreads herself out on the
bed, just putting her head off the edge. Her mouth is open, and she catches a drop of chocolate that falls from the tip of me. I push my cock into her mouth, and she groans. In the months we’ve been dating, she’s only improved with her oral skills. She likes this position because she can take more of me, and I oblige. I press my cock deeper, feeling the tip touch her throat.

  She sucks me as I pull back, licking chocolate as she goes, and it goes pretty high on the ‘hottest things I’ve ever seen’ list. I push back in, thrusting deeper. I don’t want to come yet, but damn if I can keep myself out of her mouth when it feels this good. I give her a chance to take a breath before I plunge back in, fucking her mouth with quick, deep strokes. Mayra reaches her hands around my ass, drawing me in closer, forcing me deeper, and I groan. I don’t know what I did to deserve someone like her. And now she’s going to be mine forever. A burst of happiness and completeness so deep runs through me, and I come without warning.

  She seals her mouth around my cock, and I can’t breathe. The orgasm feels like it’s been pulled from my toes. It goes deep, blasting through nerves I wasn’t even aware I had. I slip out of Mayra’s mouth, and I’m still half-delirious with pleasure as I watch her dip a finger in chocolate, adding it into her mouth before she swallows. “Fuck,” I say. “That was—”

  I don’t have the words for it. I don’t think I ever will.

  One look up and down her body—chocolate smudged and pussy glistening—is all it takes for me to be completely hard again. I slip on my condom, flipping her over on the bed and entering her in one stroke. She cries out, and I love the sound. She’s gotten so much louder as we’ve been together, and every time she moans it sends pleasure sizzling straight to my balls. I lean down against her, my entire chest against her back, my legs touching hers, my lips on the back of her neck.

  I feel her relax, go pliant underneath me as she feels my body surround her. My cock is too hard to take my time, and I thrust into her, pounding a wild rhythm. Mayra is making the sounds I love, breathy little moans every time I thrust, and it drives me to fuck her harder. I reach around underneath her, teasing her clit, and am rewarded with a yelp and her body jerking underneath me. I smile against the skin of her neck, kissing her there.