The Teacher

CH 32: SKYLAR

I pin Wren's wrists above her head, savoring the way her body arches beneath mine. Her eyes are dark with desire as I thrust into her, slow and deep.

"Listen carefully, kitten," I growl, nipping at her earlobe. "It's time to go over the rules."

Wren whimpers, her hips rocking against me. "Rules?"

"Not my cardinal rules, but my Sex 101. My rules. Break them, and you'll be punished." The word 'punished' rolls off my tongue, dripping with promise. I want her to break the rules. I want her to defy me so I can punish her—even though she already has a punishment coming for ignoring me the last few days.

I continue my measured pace as I begin listing the rules, punctuating each with a hard thrust.

"Rule one: You come only when I say you can. Disobey, and you'll be denied release for a week."

Wren gasps, her walls clenching around me. God, she feels incredible.

"Rule two: You will address me as 'Sir' in the bedroom. Forget, and it's spanking time."

Her breath hitches. "Yes... Sir."

I reward her with a deeper thrust. "Good girl. Rule three: No touching yourself without permission. Break this one, and I'll edge you for hours."

A moan escapes her lips, and I have to grit my teeth to maintain control. Focus, Skylar. Do not explode, not yet.

"Rule four: Always be ready for me. That means staying wet and willing. Fail, and I'll make you beg until you're soaking."

Wren writhes beneath me, her curls splayed across the pillow. I'm mesmerized by the flush spreading across her cheeks. This woman is fucking breathtaking, and I can't wait to make her my wife.

"Rule five: Total honesty about your desires. Lie or hide something, and I'll tease you mercilessly until you confess."

"Oh god," she whimpers. I smirk, knowing she's imagining the delicious torture.

"And finally, rule six: You're mine. Exclusively. Even think about another man, and I'll remind you who you belong to. Repeatedly."

With that, I increase my pace. Wren cries out in pleasure, her nails digging into my back.

"Understood?" I demand, my voice rough with need.

"Yes, Sir!" she gasps, trembling on the edge.

I grin wickedly, knowing I'll enjoy enforcing these rules as much as she'll enjoy following them. I pull back, gazing down at Wren. Her eyes lock onto mine. The power of this moment—us intertwined in a dance of dominance and surrender—makes my cock harder than before.

"Repeat the rules," I command, my voice thick with desire.

She bites her lip, making me even more aware of the softness that contrasts with my rough desire. "I... I come only when you say. I call you 'Sir' in the bedroom. No touching myself without permission," she recites, each word punctuated by her quickening breath. "Be ready for you... always wet and willing. Total honesty about what I want. And I'm yours... exclusively."

"Perfect." I lean down to capture her lips in a searing kiss, tasting her desperation.

Breaking the kiss, I smirk slightly. "Now, model the obedience I expect." My hands roam over her body, tracing the curves that drive me wild, reinforcing my words with every touch that claims her as mine.

Wren moans softly, her body arching towards mine in a silent plea. The sight is irresistible and reaffirms everything I crave about this dynamic between us. She submits so beautifully. As our bodies move in sync once more, pushed to the brink of madness by our shared lust, a sudden thought strikes me like lightning.