The Kink Therapist: Nothing But Trouble (Erotic Romance Novelette) (4 page)

Hot Legs?
I blush. “Um, sure. How do
you know you won
already
? We’re just getting started.” I
smirk. No matter what he says, I know
I
won. Come on. I
groped him at
Go
.

Damn. His confidence and the, um, merriment
and suggested depravity in his dirty imp gaze, like, wow, turn him
from cute slouch to sexy, hot beast before my eyes.

I lick my bottom lip with a slow stroke.

“’Cause I’m here for you.”

For me?
My belly flops and loins
ignite at the sly smile that only serves to make his face a million
times hotter. My breath stutters. “What do you mean, for
me
?
I don’t get it. What’s your kink?”

“Voyeurism,” he says, like it’s his favorite
porn flick. Breaths from his snicker puff against my lips and yank
the turned-up corners down.

God, no!
I gasp, tear my eyes off his
and look down at my shaking thighs and hands. Ohmygod. He’s right!
He beat me before I even walked in the door! He’s going to watch?
Listen? This is my first time! That’s not fair!

“Yeah, that’s right. Gotta start the day off
right.” He stretches big with a faux groan and his evil laugh
echoes in the halls. “Mmmm, yeah. Nothin’ perks me up like a good
morning show.” One leg is now sticking out, and his fingers are
laced over his stomach. His traveling scrutiny tattoos a million
butterflies of fire all over my body. “Aaahh, Molly, good golly.
Yep. You’re gonna be a fun one to watch.”

I backhand his chest. My words jam for a sec
when I hit hard muscle. “Ya know, teasing me is highly unwise. I
come bearing treasure. If you’re
nice
, I’ll tell you the
scandalous thing I witnessed in
church
, and what
I
did, in excruciating detail. It’s what led me here.”

His brow perks, and he straightens and jerks
his belted waistband. Unable to stand the intensity brewing in his
eyes, I bop my focus between his beautiful pools of blue and his
hand, the way he’s scratching his sculpted bicep with his
thumbnail. But I get all buzzy guessing the slap-strength of his
palms and rush my attention to his face and stick it there. He
bites a smidgen of his bottom lip and growls deep in the throat. “I
can be ...
really
…
nice
,” he says, filth dripping on
every word. The raunchy books his mind is clearly drafting make my
cheeks warm up and pussy tingle.

I swallow hard and clear my throat. “I’ll …
bet.”

We stare at each other, caught in fiery ebbs
of mutual lust. He leans closer, glances at Desk Lady, and comes
back to my eyes. A chill thrashes my body as his chest mashes into
my arm and hot lips and air tickle my ear. “You were kind of at a
disadvantage, but today’s your lucky day. You get another shot.
Second match. Ya game?” He bites my lobe.

“Hell yes.” My breath huffs out when he
doesn’t waste time and drops his hand to my lap and scratches at my
swollen, throbbing lips over my skirt. I remember I’m wearing
fucking cotton underwear. Not sexy at all. I shake in heat as his
touch moves down my leg and hikes the hem of my already short skirt
in a slow climb. He slides between my legs until he’s scooping
under me and holding my entire sex in his palm. He lifts up, the
heel of his hand digging wonderfully into my clit. I gasp and let
out a quiet, “Aaaahh”. My pussy involuntarily clenches. I’ve never
had anyone grab everything at once like that before. I moan and
sink down on him as he plays piano all over my lips. I’m super
aware of just how much he holds when his middle finger starts
rimming my asshole over my underwear.

“Oops. Looks like I made your panties wet.
Point for David.”

I feel soooo blissfully sinful with
David
touching me like I’m his harlot for the day, right in
front of a large portrait of a saint. Nice to know the name of the
guy who is holding my crotch, but it’s sad and telling that I
didn’t even think to ask before he grabbed it. “You can’t claim
your point. I haven’t even made my move.”

“
That
was a prediction.” His
succulent mouth is an inch from mine. He licks his bottom lip.

I’m sucked in. I can’t resist. I lick my
own, then press my lips to his, holding steady for a few seconds of
beauty. My eyelids fall closed, and I inhale deeply through my nose
as firm velvet, parting slightly and clinging to mine, sings to my
soul. I lose track of the Os I begin to draw as he gives back to me
in heated measure and meets my oral sway, stroke for stroke. While
still grinding me up to hot and juicy, he lifts his other hand up
to my face and grazes my cheek, then switches to a hard clutch of
my head when I slip my tongue into his waiting warmth that holds
traces of coconut coffee. And
that
, ratchets up everything.
His tongue, invited to play, plunders my mouth like a
treasure-seeking pirate, and I eagerly suck and roll around it. He
pulls out from under my best fuck zones so he can maul me in more
places, which he does. He’s a welcomed vagabond at a feast. Our
tongues slip and slide together in frantic dance and our hands
grope roughly all over the place, making steam rush out of our
nostrils. When he clamps hard on my shoulders with both hands and
pins my heaving chest to his, I moan and tug his bottom lip down
with a hard bite.

Shit! The Headmaster’s door opens with a
crash, shoving us out of ecstasy. We break apart.

“Miss Channing. Mr. Fanelli. What the hell
is this! Get up, right now. Let’s go.”

My legs wobble as I shoot up to my feet with
Fanelli. We’re both out of breath. I run my hands over my clothes
to make sure none of it is flipped up, then wipe my brow and clear
my throat. I’m still shivering and tingling all over from his
touch. I want it back.

Mr. Kink Therapist stands tall and broad but
only looks about thirty, tops, much younger than I expected. His
polished appearance, dark hair and eyes of blue topaz make him seem
amiable, but the anger pouring out of him crushes my ease and makes
me shake in my loafers. My head and toes begin to tingle and my
mouth dries up.

We shuffle sheepishly into his office, and
he slams the door.

We’re both a mess. Hot, winded, hornier than
virgins in a horror flick.

“First, I catch you two going at it in the
barn like bunnies, and now, you’re bringing indecency into these
halls? You both are a disgrace to the Lord and this fine
institution. This behavior will not be tolerated. Do you understand
me? You will be dealt with, severely, especially you, Miss
Channing. You have a long list of infractions. It will not be a
pleasant morning for you I’m afraid.” He looks us over and tsks. “I
can clearly see the evidence of lust on
you
, David. How
about you, Molly? Is your mind in the gutter? Do you crave to get
fucked like the slut you’re rumored to be?”

Still obviously unwinding from extreme
arousal, I shake my head. “Uh, no. No, Sir.”

“We’ll see about that. Sit on my desk.”

“What?”

“Sit. On my desk.” The large thing is bare
except for a Tiffany desk lamp, a small laptop and a shiny copper
can full of writing utensils, and that little bit of office pepper
illuminates its expanse. I could lay on it and do snow angels.

Crap. My plan to be all bratty fizzles down
to a very bad idea. Mr. Brent Ryan doesn’t seem like someone I want
to test or piss off. I shrug. “Uh, yes, Sir.” My head’s so tinny
and fuzzy, I think I might pass out. I follow his order and shimmy
up there, clasping my hands together.

“Now, lift your skirt. You’re practically
hanging out anyway.”

I look at David. His damn hands are blocking
the erection I built. No fair. I’m about to give him a good show. I
want to see how his cock twitches and strains against black fabric.
Mmmm. At least his burning fixation on me is pretty hot.

Using three fingers, I hike grey plaid, slow
and sexy, just for his benefit, even though it doesn’t have far to
go.

I swear he read my mind. With the headmaster
facing away from him, he takes hold of his clothed dick for
mine
and traces the diagonal to the left with his thumb and
index finger, up and down, up and down. I’ve never seen anything so
erotic or received such a gift. It’s like he’s mentally fucking
me.

A mind fuck. Yes.

Headmaster Ryan says, “I want to see if
you’re lying to me, Miss Channing. Lean back on your elbow, spread
those legs and pull the crotch of your underwear to the side.”

Ohmygod. Of course I’m lying. David was just
being
really nice
to my cunt. My face is engulfed in flames
as I recline with the back of my heels against my V thighs. The
ribbons of fire in my head spiral down into my chest and my slick
walls. Um, I don’t think this ‘therapy’ is going to be curbing my
bad behavior anytime soon. I close my eyes, and my lungs heave as I
reach forward and tug the crotch of my panties to the side,
exposing my swollen bits to their gazes. I’m shaking. It’s quite
clear I’m lying, even before I begin to drool fresh honey. Not
knowing whether or not I’d have to bare my bottom, I got completely
waxed, so I’m all smooth and raw, just begging to be groped and
sucked and fucked.

My arousal has me close to weeping. I’m in
heaven.

“Disgraceful. That’s the pussy of a bad
girl. I can’t believe how slutty you are. You can’t keep from
stuffing yourself up, no matter the
location
or
situation.”

My eyelids zip open.

“Yes. I saw you, Miss Channing. I
saw
what you were doing outside your car yesterday, fingering yourself
like a well-tipped whore, dripping your juice all over cement
without any concern for who might be looking your way.”

I rush my gaze to David. His mouth’s open
and his eyes narrow into a squint of lust. His intensity on my
calla lily and the certainty that he’s picturing my naughty ramming
session makes me so wet. I fight my urge to dip my finger in and
play once again.

“You brought yourself to climax, right there
in the driveway. Utterly shameful. And now, you’re carousing with
boys, even in the halls? This one in particular? A pastor’s son?
That’s bad, Miss Channing, very bad. I need to know how aroused you
are, right now, before I deliver your punishment. Since you’re
already well-acquainted, David, why don’t you go for a dive?”

“What!” I cry, my eyes bulging. He was just
on me, true, but not in such blatant display, as far as I know.

David has since stopped fondling his boner.
He gawks in the same way I am, but he doesn’t object and wipes the
look of astonishment off his face.

“Go ahead. Tell me how slippery she is.”

The headmasters’s watching me through snake
slits. He’s testing me, seeing if I’m on board. Please. I’m not
that
easy to scare off.

David strides over to me with confidence,
like he fingers girls on command every day. Maybe he does. But, at
least he isn’t smirking. I’m spread eagle before him, with my
panties tugged away and bald cunt on display, mere inches from the
hard cock he was just manhandling for ME.

The smoldering embers in his eyes have me
quivering like a leaf in a hurricane. We stare at one another for
several moments before he ever touches me. Not expecting it, my
body jumps when he goes for my neck first, his knuckles drawing
lines and circles. He’s sexy and gentle, loving on the PG zone for
several moments. He flips his hand over and lets his fingertips
enjoy the slow journey down and across my breasts and belly and the
bunched skirt around my pelvis. His gaze stays with my eyes as he
streaks the pad of his thumb over my naked clit and through all my
petals. He’s still lost in my eyes, as he delivers the softest
strokes and gathers the boiling juice he created.

My breaths are shattered. I figure he’d want
to watch what he’s doing, but in the flicker of my fluttering eyes,
I know he’s still riveted on my face. I’ve had nine lovers, and
none of them ever looked at me as heady and hungry as that. I think
I’m in love.

He finally goes for gold and buries his
middle finger inside of me, shoves it in hard. Surprised and loving
the pleasure of the sudden punch, I jolt and let out a moan-cry,
which makes him beam. After the initial penetration, he shifts to
slow and even thrusts and drags, then eventually adds another
digit.

“Mmmm.” I lick my lip, only to bite it hard
and make it thirst again. He’s still watching my face. Uh, I’m so
horny. Fuck me, fuck me. The rise and fall of my chest surely looks
like a freak show, like aliens will come bursting out at any
moment. I rock into his hand, nudging him to go harder and faster.
Please, please.

He pulls out of me—no, no, no—and seizes the
back of my neck, so he can cram his middle and index into my mouth.
It’s in that instant, I see the Dom in his eyes and feel it in his
grip. I didn’t know if I’d ever recognize one, like, on the street
or something. It’s not something I look for honestly. I don’t know
much about BDSM, aside from a few stories I’ve read. But it’s a
vivid, almost tangible thing in him. I can see it ... and I don’t
hate it. It’s hot. I’m curious to know what he’d demand of me and
how much I’d give. I groan, suck my juice off and roll my tongue
around his sweet pussy fuckers before he extracts them.

“She’s juicier than a pomegranate, Sir.” He
smirks, like he’s happy to get me into deeper trouble.

Asshole.

“Not surprising at all. I figured as much.
Thank you, Mr. Fanelli.”

“Off the desk, Miss Channing. Go sit in one
of the chairs please and wait while I punish David.”

David’s gawk rings of shock and horror. He
had no idea he was in for a whopping too.

Ha.
I slide off the mahogany and
smile once I pass him and the headmaster. Looks like I’m getting a
good show too!

“That’s right. You didn’t think you’d be
getting away with that fraternizing in the barn and in the hallway,
did you?”