But he doesn't take me straight upstairs for this lesson. He slams the back door behind us and then shoves me up against it. Face first.
“Teacher’s finally got you where he wants you,” he growls into my ear, his beard grazing the sensitive skin on my neck. “We got a lot to learn tonight. A lot of punishment that needs to be meted out.”
Punishment…the word sends an unexpected flush of desire through me. Makes me moan.
“You tried to leave me,” he complains low and mean in my ear as he presses his erection into my backside and slips his hand down the waistband of my jeggings. “You tried to give yourself to somebody else. That's going to have to be dealt with. You thought you were built for life in the suburbs with some asshole doctor who couldn’t give you what you want if he tried…what you need. But I can because your body belongs to me. It’s mine, and I know…. Teacher knows what this body that belongs to me wants…what it needs. I was nice before. Too nice. You thought you could leave me. But tonight, I’m fucking you, angel. I’m giving you the punishment you deserve. Yes, you’re about to learn….”
His words…they’re so filthy and harsh. But my clit pulses under his touch, and my body swells with arousal.
“You can fight me on this if you want,” he tells me. “I think you’ll like that. But no matter what you do, all our lessons are going to end with me holding you down, fucking you. Matter of fact, that’s another rule. Teacher’s always going to dominate you and make you come. You’re always going to learn his lesson.”
I test his words and try to throw an elbow back at him, and he immediately punishes me by withdrawing his hand and yanking my jeggings and my panties down to my ankles. After that, he grabs both my arms and pins them to the door with one hand manacled around my wrists. Then he uses his heavy weight to do the same thing to the rest of my body.
“Good, angel, good,” he croons with a dark chuckle. I can feel him unbuckling his pants behind me. “I like that you’re trying to fight….”
A glint of foil moves past my eye line, and the hand wrapped around my wrists twist to help the other one tear open a condom package. More movement behind me, and then his rigid erection covered in thin rubber presses into my bare backside while his other hand finds the crevice between my legs.
More hot and filthy words get spoken into my ear. “I like this hair you’re growing on your pussy because you’ve been out here so long. I like that you’re already so fucking wet I could slide right in this sweet cunt real easy. I like knowing how bad you want this. Same as me.”
He’s right. I want this. I want him. I’ve never wanted anything so much in my whole life.
I squirm as much as I can with his body pinning me the way it is, and I whimper into the door.
“You got a lot of conflicting needs, don't you?” He says with a wry chuckle. “You want to fight back, but you don't want anyone to get in trouble. You want a nice yellow house and the life that goes with it. But you also want me, the crazy devil. You don’t want to truly be helpless, but you want to feel helpless. You want to feel helpless underneath me. And that’s okay, angel. I understand what you want. I understand what you need. I'm here to give it to you. Now take this lesson.”
He shoves inside, filling me up in an instant, making me gasp out at his invasion’s sweet sting. Then he fists one hand in my hair and starts fucking me against the door.
No more talking, just fucking. Him giving me the punishment I deserve. The punishment I need. My body goes up in flames even faster than the clothes in the fire pit. Soon, I'm gasping. With the friction of the door rubbing against my clit, I’m getting close, so close.
But he backs off just as I'm about to reach the edge. Keeps me pinned to the door but stops moving—just plain stops moving.
“Wha…” I whimper.
“You still haven't said the magic words,” he growls, low and mean.
“Please!” I plead.
Another evil chuckle. “Stop acting like a norm, angel. That real-world shit isn’t going to get it done in your yellow dream house. I told you my price. Submit. You need to submit right now.”
Submit. The word bounces into my lust haze, confusing and alarming.
I don't know what he wants from me. He has me completely pinned against the door. How can I submit any more than I already have?