Teacher - Voyeur

Hanna’s eyes snapped to mine like I was crazy. “He’s holding her head down.”

“He may be, but she is completely in control. See her hand? He’s left it free so she can signal if she wants out. But she won’t want out. He’s at her mercy. She owns him.”

The woman’s hand slipped into her lovers and held on tight as she bobbed faster, pulling a restrained groan from the man as he came.

The woman placed her lover’s cock back in his pants before curling up on his lap, where he proceeded to kiss himself from her lips.

Through it all, I watched Hanna more than them. I watched the way she unintentionally squirmed. The way she gripped the glass so tight, her fingers were almost white. The way her chest moved over panting breaths or the way her tongue peeked out to slick across her dry lips.

I especially loved the flush that worked its way down her neck. I couldn’t wait to see how far I could make it go tonight.

Sliding my hand along her forearm, I got her attention. “Ready?”

She finished her drink and nodded.

I’d already placed our selection, scheduling it for a certain time—perks of being the owner. So, we were able to head into the room immediately.

Hanna took in the set up on the other side of the glass with wide eyes.

A dark circular stage with a pole extended from floor to ceiling. Low lighting illuminated the single chair faced to watch whoever performed.

“A strip club?”

I couldn’t help but smile at her confusion. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course,” she answered without any hesitation.

“Then come sit down.”

This room had a chaise like the last, and after flipping the switch, I leaned back in the corner, widening my legs for her to slide between again.

This time, she didn’t hold her body away from mine. She sank back immediately, making herself comfortable against my chest, her head tucked on my shoulder. The angle gave me a perfect view down her body. It was impossible to stop my eyes from roaming over the full swells of her breasts, the hard peaks of her nipples pressing against the thin material of her top. I almost became lost in wondering how soft her skin would feel under my tongue or how it would taste.

She gasped when I shifted my hips to get comfortable, unintentionally pressing my hard cock against her back. “You’re hard?” she asked with wonder.

“Yeah.” I huffed a laugh but rushed to ease any discomfort it may have caused her. “I’m sorry. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“No, it’s okay. It’s nice to know I’m not the only one turned on.”

“Hardly.”

A man came into the room and sat in the chair, not having to wait long before the lights dimmed, and a woman in a silver scrap of lingerie strutted out to a heavy beat.

“Tonight is about finding control in places you wouldn’t always look.”

She nodded, her hair brushing my chin.

The woman swayed her hips and touched her body, making her way to the pole. The man watched, his hand running along the growing length in his slacks.

Hanna jumped a little when I brushed her hair back and whispered against her ear. “I want you to get yourself off.”

She jerked her wide-eyed gaze to mine. “What?”

“I want you to do what I did to you the other night. Take control, Hanna. Find pleasure in your body. It’s yours. The more you do this, the easier it will come.”

Her gaze bounced between mine as she swallowed before nodding and focusing her attention back on the scene.

“I’m right here.”

She nodded again. When the man pulled his dick out and began stroking it, Hanna followed suit and slid her trembling hands up her thighs, tugging the material of her dress with it. She shoved aside the scrap of red lace and ran shaking fingers through her folds.

“Tease yourself, baby. Build up the anticipation.”

“I don’t know how,” she almost growled.

“That’s why I’m here. I’ll help you.” I nodded toward the glass. “See how he’s taking his time. Slow, long strokes. Teasing himself—torturing himself by holding back on the pleasure he knows is coming.”

Hanna’s hand followed my words, moving slowly down and back up.

“Dip your fingers in your pussy, get them wet, and bring them back to your clit, slowly rolling it around. Find the move that brings you the most pleasure. There’s no wrong answer.”

The woman stripped her top, leaning back against the pole, rubbing her breasts, pinching her nipples before sliding down and tugging her underwear aside to show the man her pussy.

Hanna whimpered in my arms, and I clenched my fists at my side, stopping them from joining her hand.

The man used quick, rough strokes, racing toward his orgasm, his eyes never leaving the woman pleasuring herself. Hanna’s hand moved with his, and when he groaned his release, she moaned with him, but she didn’t come.