Teach Me: Sinful Desires

by Sienna Mynx

  “And you? First time?” she asked, taking the martini the bartender set in front of her. She immediately took a sip. For some reason the guy’s arrival made her suddenly thirsty.

  “I’m the owner. Name is Nero.”

  Her smile deflated. Why did that sound so familiar? And then it came to her. Of all the guys in the place on her one night of ‘freakdom’, it would be her luck that the first man she was mildly attracted to was Naiya’s guy. She turned back to her drink, unable to disguise her disappointment. “Nice place.”

  “You know the rules?” he asked, taking the seat to her right.

  “Ah… rules?” she faltered, feeling his heated stare on her.

  “Yes, sexy… the rules.”

  Destini pressed her thighs together. His compliment affected her more than she cared to admit. “No, I uhm––”

  “It’s okay.” He slipped his fingers into her hair and moved her locks from her shoulder. She supposed it was his attempt at putting her at ease. “There are only two.”

  Destini shifted nervously in her seat. His hand lingered and then grazed her shoulder before drawing away. She looked past him. Was everyone staring at her? What tipped them off? And why did she feel like a rabbit in a wolf’s den? It was as if she had a flashing neon sign above her head: First Timer. “I think––”

  “Rule one. What happens in Ajani stays in Ajani. You’re safe here with us, Cherry, but this is Leather Straps Love, and things... well things can get interesting quick.” A deep chuckle bubbled up through his throat.

  Cherry? That’s what the hostess called her. Now she began to get the meaning. Destini cut him a sideways look. “The name is Rain.”

  “Right.” He nodded, but mocked her with his smile. “Rain.”

  “And rule number two,” she pressed, trying to play it cool.

  He licked his lips. “All beautiful ladies come by me first,” he said, leaning in and speaking into her ear. “I can make you feel the strap warm and tender.”

  Destini picked up her purse. “Where’s… the ladies room?”

  His eyes went low, and then made the short climb to her breasts. Due to the close proximity of the bar seats, she stood between his legs. The fine threads of his tailored suit fit him nicely. He smelled so good, her mouth actually watered. Jeez, Naiya, how could you even go there with this dude and keep your sanity? He had that kind of raw sex appeal that made a girl manic and very attention-needy. Hell, even she was melting.

  He dropped his hand to the seat behind her, blocking her pass. “Le deseo,” he said in a low voice that came from somewhere deep and moved off his lips like silk. He eased in closer, and she could swear he was inhaling her scent.

  Despite his wanting her, Destini bristled. “Back off, baby, before I punish you, which is what you really want. Es verdad?”

  He chuckled and nodded. “Es verdad, sexy… muy verdad,” he sucked in a breath through his even, white teeth.

  Destini picked up his arm and removed it from the back of the barstool. She wouldn’t blow Naiya’s cover. Mr. Latin dream was all testosterone and hot, sweaty sex on legs. “If you would excuse me, I need to freshen up.” Destini hurried away, but she couldn’t resist one last look. Sure enough, he watched her. And it wasn’t just a casual perusal but a predatory invasion. Destini almost stumbled. No man had ever looked at her like that, as if he wanted to eat her alive. Master, slave, the lines were blurred in that man’s eyes. Glancing away before she turned around and did something she’d regret, she walked a wide circle around the tables, and past the private booths.

  “What’s your hurry?” a masculine voice called from one of them.

  Her eyes sought the source. He was hard to miss. The man in a leather blazer wore a black mask that covered his brows to his cheekbones with winged points at either side of his jaw. The mask made his eyes pop out at her with such brilliance she paused. The pair was green ringed by black lashes. His dark hair was so black it appeared blue. A powerfully set jaw, thrust forward with a squared chin, finished the perfect framing of his face. Expensively dressed in all black, a pinky ring with an onyx stone set between diamonds gleamed as he picked up a whiskey glass and took a sip. There was a crest of some kind at its center. Destini recalled seeing the same crest on the finger of Nero when he reached over into the bowl of peanuts. She almost looked over her shoulder to make sure he’d addressed her and not someone else.

  Nero wasn’t the sexiest man in the place. This one here was. Even Rain would have to agree.

  “I was just leaving,” she finally spoke, not sure how long she’d been staring. It felt like an eternity. She blushed deeply.

  “Don’t,” he commanded.

  “You have no say on whether I stay or go.”

  He leaned forward. His eyes, changed from the clear green to a shockingly dark and observant hue. They glistened over the open flame of the candle. “Then let me ask that you join me.”

  Yes! She wanted to scream, but held back. “Does the offer come with a drink?”

  “Whatever you want, sweetheart.” He gave an easy smile. Something in his voice sounded seductively familiar. She loved how smooth and controlled his voice was.

  Destini joined him. She relaxed, feeling less panicked in his company. “My name is Rain,” she said. His gaze slipped to her and held. She waited for a reply, but none came. He looked away. Without a word or gesture, a young man approached. He nodded to the stranger, then to her.

  “Another martini. Dry, please.”

  The manservant in leather, sans the shirt, bowed and stepped away. Destini’s gaze slipped back over shyly. “Your name?”

  “Sir.”

  “Sir?” she repeated with an amused smile. When he didn’t smile in return she swallowed the humor curving along her lips. He was serious. And she couldn’t be upset. She’d given him a false name. He gave her a look from the corner of his dreamy lids. He seemed nonplussed about her presence, as if he decided that she would join him, not the other way around. It intrigued her.

  “Rain, huh? I like that. You remind me of Black Jade.” he chuckled deep in his throat. It was almost mocking.

  Who was Black Jade? A stripper or something? “I beg your pardon? Who is she?”

  “Not a she,” he corrected. “It’s a flower, beautiful and rare.”

  “Thank you,” she mumbled. She’d have to step things up if this was to go down the way she wanted. “You come here often?”

  He sat forward and directed his attention to her. “I saw you earlier. Those legs, that skin, you’re quite lovely, Rain. What are you doing here?”

  “You were watching me?” she asked, dodging his question.

  “Indeed,” he replied.

  “Why didn’t you approach me then?” she asked.

  “I’m a patient man. I knew you’d come to me.”

  She frowned. He was slowly putting her in her place, just as everyone else did. Not tonight. Not on her one liberation night. “You stopped me, sweetie. I thought I’d grant you the pleasure since you seemed so alone.”

  He chuckled, “You took pity on me?”

  Destini smiled. “Pity? No. You don’t strike me as the kind of man that needs charity. But my time is valuable. So I suggest you go ahead and give me your best lines so I can decide if it is well spent on you.”

  The drink arrived. It would be her third. She would need to make it her last. Already riding a buzz, the calm numbness had her feeling fluffy and weightless. The stranger named Sir took his time. His piercing gaze was making her quite uncomfortable. She didn’t know whether to hold it or look away. Her guess was she should stay the course. If she wavered, it would all be for naught.

  “Come closer, Rain.”

  Destini understood that he preferred she sit directly next to him. The night was about control. Rain’s problem was she gave none, and Destini’s problem was she gave too much. In the case of Mr. Sexy, which should she choose? She wasn’t quite sure. One thing was evident. It alleviated the pressure to be aloof and wor
ldly under his watchful eye––dark eyes that bore a hole through her. At his side, she could be his equal. That’s how she’d write it if this were…

  “Something wrong?” he asked with a hint of amusement.

  “No. No.” She came in close. Accidentally, she bumped him and the table in her eagerness. She plucked a cocktail napkin to wipe some of the dark spill that flew out of his glass. She then settled in, drawing her martini over, trying to play it cool. His arm slid behind her, and she fit nicely.

  “You’re shivering,” he whispered. “Cold?”

  “I… um… yes, it’s a little chilly,” she said, registering her goose-pimpled skin for the first time. His hand dropped to her arm. His touch provided the warmth she needed. His caress reached through her all the way to her core. It worked. Really worked. This was wrong. They were too relaxed, and the game called for her to be cautious of the feelings they stirred.

  “What’s your secret, Cherry? The one that brought you to Ajani.”

  “Why does everyone keep calling me Cherry?” she bristled.

  Sir let go a gentlemen’s laugh, and she relaxed again. “The men here, men like me, can tell you’ve been untouched. That’s why some of them will call you Cherry. Every man and woman in this room wants to pop yours.”

  She swallowed her reply.

  “It’s okay. We all have our reasons for coming to Ajani tonight. Place is full of reasons. Tell me something Rain. What’s your fantasy?”

  “If you have to ask, then it’s not worth sharing,” she said dryly. Destini began to plot her escape. This wasn’t her. She couldn’t see this through. The cold detachment that came with sex with a stranger became less and less appealing. It increased after a few drinks and especially when sitting next to a man that you’d want to swoop in to your dream.

  “You’re tense. Have I offended you?” he asked

  “I just… I think I’m getting a headache.”

  Instead of moving his arm from around her, he drew her under him and pushed her martini away. “Relax.” His face went into her hair causing his nose to brush her scalp. “Relax,” he whispered again, inhaling her.

  And she did.

  Suddenly, she was back in the game again. She was feeling the seduction, feeling him, and feeling no remorse for her brazen needs. And then there came his roving caress; she felt the meaning behind his touch, too.

  “That’s right, relax. Let me tell you who you are.”

  “I know who I am,” she breathed.

  “Hmm… can we compare notes?”

  She remained tucked under his arm, against him, with his fingers grazing, barely touching her bare skin. “You like the mating game. Old school. A man must offer you dinner, thoughtful conversation, and a polite walk to your doorstep afterwards. That’s appropriate. Isn’t it, Cherry?”

  “He calls you the next day to remind you of his interest. You’re flattered but reserved. Someone has made Cherry cautious with her heart. But he persists and surprises you with more nightly courtship where you are always treated like a lady. The door is held. So is your hand. He remembers from the first date what you prefer on the menu and orders for you with your permission. He’s interested in you, not just the surface you, but the person you slowly allow him to see. His reward? Hmm...”

  His finger drew a circular pattern on her upper arm, stirring her arousal. His voice dropped an octave deeper as he continued. “His reward is a small kiss in greeting and a lingering one at the door. Your lips against his is the sample, but it’s when your tongue grazes his that the spark is ignited.”

  “It burns in you for another taste, and it drips like hot wax down to your core, saturating your panties Yes, you’re a kisser but only for kisses done with mastery. You’re too much of a lady to tell a man when he has it wrong. You’ll just secretly wish that this nice guy that holds the door for you and listens when you ramble will get better at it later. So, you’ll hide your passion and replace your wants for his. And it’s just a kiss. That’s just the beginning.”

  “Oh please, I––”

  “Quiet,” Sir said against her ear. “I’m speaking now.”

  Destini pressed her lips together. “Go on,” her voice cracked, and then cleared. She hoped he didn’t notice.

  “Go on? Tell you what you like? What you don’t? Help you open your eyes to why you came here… for me?”

  “I didn’t––”

  “Quiet,” he said, gathering her thick tresses and giving them a gentle yank. Her head went back, chin up. Sir lips were a centimeter away from her ear when he spoke again in that husky voice. “Close your eyes.”

  Her heart pounded beneath her breasts. She struggled to keep her cool, but excitement and fear sliced through her. She squeezed her eyes shut.

  “Good pet. Keep them closed.”

  Her breathing regulated and she relaxed again.

  “Can you see it?”

  What is he talking about? She scrambled to conjure his intentions from the catalogue of files in her mental naughty bank. Rain escaped her. There was nothing there but desires she couldn’t name. Then he answered for her.

  “I’m kissing you and drawing those thick lips of yours between my teeth. Pleasure, sweetheart. You are right to believe that it should start with a kiss. But what you don’t know is that it should always end with the strap. Nothing to fear. It’s never about fear. It’s about your release. Do you understand?”

  Destini licked her lips. Her eyes remained closed.

  “Answer me,” he commanded, his voice confident with authority.

  “Yes.”

  He chuckled. “That’s how the fun begins, Cherry. You and I go deep, so deep you don’t give a fuck about my kissing you on your terms. All you want is to feel what I allow. Feel it like you’ve never had it before.” He yanked her hair again, and she suffered sharp stings to her roots. “I like the way your hair feels in my hands. Know what else I like? I like the way you squirm for me. I should kick this fucking table out. Bring you to your feet so you can raise that sweet cherry ass of yours up for me. Offer it with no objection.”

  She should have been offended. She should’ve reclaimed her dignity and left him to his master-and-slave fantasy. It was ridiculous to play such a dangerous game! Destini forced the truth down, ridiculous or not, what he said and how he said it. All of it felt extremely stimulating. She felt alive. Awake. Secretly, she shivered with anticipation.

  “Do you understand? Pleasure and pain are very close during your awakening. So close there are few boundaries. Nothing is off limits when I reach that special part of you, I’m not coming out. Do you hear me? And it only happens after I warm you with my strap.” He pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, and her eyes tear under her closed lids. Not from sadness, but relief, such overwhelming relief. His voice was so heavy with want, her legs quivered. “Do you know why, Rain?”

  “No,” Destini heard herself moan.

  “Because this night you’re mine. I’m the man to teach you the difference between what’s real and what’s fantasy.” He then brushed his lips softly to the outer curve of her ear. “Give me a chance. All I need is one. Choose me. But understand that if you do, you obey my rules,” he chuckled. “Say yes, Sir. Say Sir… make me yours. Say it.”

  Destini exhaled. Suddenly his grip weakened, and sanity hit her like falling bricks. She shook him off and moved from under him, collecting herself, her breathing harsh and her lungs burning. He didn’t know her. She wasn’t a virgin, and she sure as hell didn’t want to be his sex slave. He dropped his now free hand to her thigh.

  “Get your hands off––”

  “Sir.” Nero appeared, his arms draped around the shoulders of a blond and a redhead. Destini registered the disappointment in Nero’s eyes. Still flustered, she barely noticed when Sir’s hand dipped between her thighs and slowly moved up boldly under the cover of the tablecloth. The creeping did finally draw her attention to the warm feel of his palm and the gentle walk of the pads of his fingers as it went further
. She froze. Her line of vision slipped to Sir, back to Nero, then eventually settled on the flickering candle flame.

  “I heard you’d arrived,” said Nero.

  “I found my way,” Sir answered. He cast her a sideways glance, warning her to behave and then returned his attention to their host.

  Destini tensed, recalling she wore no underwear just as he discovered it. His eyes slipped to her under his mask and a smile of approval tipped the corner of his mouth as his finger touched the lips of her sex, and she parted her thighs ever so slightly so that two fingers could part the folds. Ashamed of her compliance so quickly, she slammed her thighs shut.

  “I see you’ve met Rain?” Nero said, nodding his approval over Sir’s choice.

  “Oh, we’re getting to know each other.” Sir pinched her clit. She came hard, bone shattering hard, and from her neck up, she flushed. The forbidden was so enticing and sensual it just happened. Embarrassed, she refocused on the candle flame, never wavering. His hand, trapped between her locked thighs, managed to continue the delicious task of turning her swelling clit.

  Nero’s left brow arched. It was the last she saw of his face. She stared at the yellow flame of the candle, trying to regulate her breathing.

  “You okay, Cherry?” she heard Nero ask.

  She shifted. Sir was granted access and he went for it. He plucked her sex button like a master. She felt it swelling between the lips of her pussy. Then his touch went tender. He rotated the nub and rubbed at her center to soothe her agony. Hot pleasure flooded her. She parted her lips to let out a soft sigh. Afterwards she tried to speak. Nero’s gaze was on her. The women at his side were watching her. Sir reclined in his seat watching their visitors instead. And she flushed again, willing her pussy to behave and her hips to remain still.

  “Ya-ya-yes. I’m fine,” she stammered.

  “Don’t be shy, Rain. Tell the man the truth. You were about to leave earlier,” Sir said in his nonchalant manner. His gaze cut her way again it was sharp and accusatory, multiplying her humiliation. Why couldn’t she make him stop! Why wouldn’t she make him stop! His middle finger pierced her center, causing her hips to thrust forward in response. Her body betrayed her by parting her knees wider and his finger worked in and out. Her vagina clenched, tightened, softened, grew wet and slippery for him. The entire time he worked his thumb in circular motions and she was going insane from restraint. She couldn’t stand it. The pleasure was so profound that she moved her ass under his command. Mortified, she scrambled for control. Sitting upright, she summoned confidence she didn’t have and shut down the part of her brain that screamed in ecstasy from his finger play.