THE LESSON

You belong to no one else but yourself, babe.

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WARNING: Sexual content

CHAPTER XII

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I LET OUT a low, drawn out moan as I curled my hands into fists and dug my nails into my skin. If there was something that I now knew as a fact, it was that Daniel sure knew how to use his tongue.

His actions were slow and deliberate, turning me on instead of bringing me close to the edge. My sanity slipped more and more each time his tongue flicked over my clit teasingly.

I pressed myself into him, just wanting to feel him completely against me, but every time, he would dig his nails into my skin as a warning. I sighed, settling for the little he was purposely giving me.

I relaxed into the sofa, fluttering my eyes shut as I felt myself get more worked up by the minute.

“Boss,” I sighed, pleading for something I wasn't even sure I wanted. I mean, normal people didn't beg to be punished, right?

He lot out a low guteral sound, sending a pleasant vibration through my core as he grabbed my ass and pressed his hand into my soft flesh.

“When you moan my name,” he pulled away, yanking me into him, “Moan my fucking name.”

I nodded, finding that I was unable to speak as I struggled to regain my breath. He didn't give me an opportunity to; he didn't care about that. He brought his mouth back to my core, licking and sucking my clit with a special vengeance.

I cried out, feeling his teeth nibble gently on my most sensitive spot, but sucking it into his mouth and lapping his tongue over the swollen bud.

“Fuck,” I drawled out, pressing my hand firmly into the leather seat. I fought against his tight grip, trying to close my legs as best as I could.

When that didn't work, I brought my hand to his hair and tried to push him away, but he only gripped my thighs tighter and roughly brought me to the edge of the sofa. I was left in an awkward position where I was half-sitting, half-lying but I could only focus on the intense pleasure coming from my core and not the awkward way my back was bent.

The intense knot in my stomach that I hadn't felt in so long had began building up in my stomach again, making my moans come out longer and high pitched. I used one hand to grab his hair, pressing his face into me as I aggressively moved my hips to his rhythm and I pressed my other hand to my mouth in a failed attempt to keep my noises down.

“Oh God. Oh God.” The knot got tighter as the intense feeling spread through my body. My vision blacked out even though my eyes were already closed and every muscle in my body tensed, preparing itself for the orgasm that was approaching.

And then, like rain to a raging bushfire, the feelings just stopped. I cried out in frustration, sitting up as he pulled away from me with a stupidly handsome smirk on his stupidly beautiful face.

“What the fuck?” I was bordering hysteria, wanting only to cum and get my horny ass out of there.

His face showed signs of little to no remorse as he watched the way my own screwed up into a pained expression. If he wasn't going to get me off, I was more than willing to get myself off, but in that moment, I wasn't sure how much ownership I had over my own body in his presence. Was I allowed to touch myself? I mean, if he wasn't going to...

“Come here,” he said lowly, beckoning for me to lean down. I did so without the slightest bit of hesitation, feeling my heart hum as he placed his lips on mine.

I could taste myself on his lips, and when I said I had no idea what he found sweet about me, I wasn't lying. His lips caressed my own, his tongue massaging mine as I squirmed with frustration. I just wanted to cum.

He pulled away from me, but grabbed the back of my neck to keep me in place. With his face only inches away from mine, he held my gaze intensely.

“I want you to cum,” he said, his voice coming out low and husky as his fingers pressed into my thigh. “But this is a punishment. And I won't let you until you you say the right words.”

In that moment, a single finger plunged into me, making my pussy stretch around his fingers to take him. I stared at him with wide, surprised eyes, my mouth hanging open in a silent moan as he smirked at my expression.

He took advantage of my lack of one, and placed his lips on mine, not hesitating to send his tongue down my throat. I moaned, moving my hips to his slow thrusting motions as he kissed me roughly.

He trailed his lips to my neck, making me tilt my head to the side as I let out moan after moan. A second finger joined the first, stretching me in a way I didn't think I could get used to. Daniel's head was soon between my legs again, using his amazing tongue to circle my clit before going down and dipping into me a bit.

I saw stars.

I saw literal stars. His fingers continuously pumped into me, grazing my g-spot every time as he sucked and licked my clit as if he wanted to get me off. I could barely keep my moans to myself as I twisted and turned in my seat. I desperately tried to close my legs, but he kept a steady grip on my thighs and pinched me whenever I pushed too hard.

I let out a broken sob, twisting my body so I could lay the side of my head on the backrest of the chair. Instead of fighting against him, I soon found myself rocking my hips along to his fingers.

“Fuck, Daniel,” I moaned, running my fingers through his hair and gripping it tightly as he let out a groan. “Right... There. Yes.”

He chuckled at my broken words, sending a vibration straight through me as I almost collapsed right there. I placed my leg on one of his shoulders, but he had a firm grip on the other and kept it bent so I couldn't run away.

Biting my bottom lip, I tried to keep my moans at bay so he wouldn't know that I was about to cum again, but a loud cry of frustration ripped through as he read straight through my lie and pulled away.

He grabbed the back of my head, pulling me down to kiss him as I tried to pull away. “No, please, stop.” My thoughts were jumbled and all I wanted to do was finish the job in that moment, but he had other plans in mind.

He placed his finger between my legs, rubbing my clit slowly as my mouth dropped open again. Taking advantage of that, he placed his lips on mine, immediately withdrawing his hand so I wouldn't cum.

I whimpered into the kiss but returned it anyway, loving the way his lips felt against mine. He pulled away after a second, looking unscathed while I was panting like a bitch in heat.

With a smile on his face, he said, “Just say the right words.” And then he dived between my legs again.

I shuddered. What were the right words? What did he want me to say? Please? Thank you? Abraca-fucking-dabra? I was thoroughly confused and his tongue dipping into my vagina every second wasn't helping my thought process either.

Every time his tongue flipped over my clit, I felt my senses stray further and further away from me.

I didn't want to be played again. I didn't want to get my heart racing in anticipation for that one single moment only to have it come crashing down with disappointment when he backed out at the last minute and denied me my release.

Daniel didn't care what I wanted. He thrust deep into me, curling his fingers at exactly the right spot that he knew would make me a moaning mess without an argument. The sound I let out was one between pleasure and absolute distress as he brought his mouth back down to my clit again.

My pussy made a squelching noise every time he thrust back into me, showing me just how wet he had successfully made me. I wouldn't have been surprised if his fingers had pruned up inside me.

I understood what he meant now. It was a punishment and I was definitely not enjoying it. I mean, I was. But I wasn't.

I had never in my life been so needy for an orgasm. Even when I was with guys that didn't know the difference between a vagina and an asshole, I never wanted to cum this badly. He had successfully edged me to the point where I would do anything just to get my sweet, sweet release.

Even if that anything meant pleasuring myself.

I squirmed, trying to get away from him as my centre throbbed with need. I needed more; I needed a lot more.

“Daniel, please,” I pleaded, placing my hand in his hair. But instead of pushing him away like I had intended, I only latched onto his curls and pulled him closer.

His tongue was like a sweet drug that I was addicted to, but would only hurt me in the long run. With how much sexual frustration I was experiencing, I wouldn't have been surprised if I had a stroke at my early age.

He pulled away from me, halting his actions as he grabbed onto my hips and roughly pulled me closer to the edge, bringing me back to the awkward position that I was in in the beginning.

“Stop fucking moving,” he said lowly. His deep voice sent an excited shiver up my spine which only intensified the second his lips were on me again.

“I'm sorry,” I moaned out, feeling tears start to trickle down my cheeks as he started pumping his fingers into me roughly, as if to punish me. “I'm sorry.”

And then it finally clicked.

This was a punishment for something I did wrong. He obviously wanted me to own up to my mistake and apologise for my actions. That's what he wanted me to say.

Even though I didn't think I eould ever realistically see a day where I'd regret what I did to Lola, I still wanted all of this to end. Preferably with an orgasm.

Before my pride could get in the way, I muttered out the magic words in the form of a very loud moan.

“I'm sorry.” He didn't act as if my words made any difference. He continued what he was doing, letting his hand knead my thigh as if, maybe, to comfort me or something. Thanks, I needed it. “I'm really... sorry. I promise... I won't... get i-into... fights again.”

My breath came out panty and needy and if I was in any other situation, I probably would've slapped myself for it.

Daniel switched up his technique, pulling his finger out of my sensitive pussy and bringing it up to my clit instead. He rubbed his thumb over it in careful, rhythmic circles and dipped his tongue into my soaked entrance, making me almost squeal at the new sensation. Having the heat from his mouth disappear and the cold hit me only made the stimulation that much more intense.

I leaned into the chair, running my hand through his hair encouragingly as I continued to mutter 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry' wherever I could. And then finally, the dreaded moment happened.

My stomach tightened up as did my pussy around his tongue and I felt the warning signs of my first orgasm. My muscles stiffened and I found myself sending a prayer to God, asking for my wish to come true.

Then I realised that He probably wouldn't want my wish to come true anyway.

I threw my head back, tightly gripping Daniel's hair and pulling him closer to me when he didn't pull away.

He was going to let me cum!

My moans became wild and out of control, and I started fucking his face before I could even stop myself.

“Oh fuck,” I cried out, squeezing my eyes shut. “Oh fucking hell. Fuck!”

I placed a hand over my mouth, quickly opening my eyes to look down at Daniel who was looking up at me, finding humour in the words I moaned when I was on the edge.

The waves crashed over me in that moment and I threw my head back as I let out a low moan that dragged on for a couple seconds. My body tensed up, my muscles completely freezing as Daniel fucked me thoroughly through the whole orgasm.

Eventually, after what felt like centuries, I came down from my high and fell completely limp on the sofa. My body felt like I had just lifted the heaviest set of weights in the world and when I tried to focus on something, it all blurred together. I was on the verge of passing out, but I couldn't care less because that was by far the best orgasm I had ever experienced in my entire life.

Daniel continued eating me out until I had shuddered away from him. He then leaned up, grabbing my neck and pulling me down to kiss him with little resilience from me.

It was when my tongue touched his that I finally realised what he meant by 'I was sweet'. Lubrication tasted like plain water with a bit of salt, but my cum tasted like actual strawberries.

Despite my exhaustion, I found myself putting all I could into the kiss, sucking his tongue into my mouth like a greedy, little child.

He pulled away from me, humour evident in his eyes as he breathed out.

“Smart girl.”

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It's late. That's all I can tell you. It's late late.

And I don't write smut when it's late. I write deep, meaningful shit that I'll look back on and think 'wtf was I thinking?' these are my sad hoe hours.

That's why you should thread with caution.

But, don't worry. I do plan to improve my smut. And I can promise you another... r-rated scene in  give or take, four chapters. I think that one is better than this one, but maybe it doesn't have the best endings.

I'm not saying shit though haha

I was also supposed to explain wtf my actual plans for the part 2 of this book was in this chapter, but I don't got time for that. You don't got time for that.

Ima just procrastinate and push it all the way to Thursday's update.

I might reread and rewrite this tomorrow morning when I'm more sane and I'm less sad hoe lmaoo so yeah.

Also, thank you for the compliment on the last chapter. I can't access the comments because wattpad is a bitch, but I saw it through my email and it actually made my day. Like I can't even describe the happy dance I did.

For your sake I shouldn't either.

Anyhoo see yall on Thursday!

Dueces ✌️