Teach Me How to Please, Alpha

(18) NOW CRAWL TO ME

Isla

It was almost dusk when I finally returned home.

It’d taken a while to convince mum that we didn’t have to decide on every detail of her wedding in one day and picking between daisies and peonies for her wedding bouquet wasn’t exactly a crisis and could be continued some other day.

Ryder was reclining on a sofa, his eyes fixated on me when I walked into the house.

“You’re back late,” he drawled.

I settled into a cushioned chair beside him and sighed, “Turns out that trying to pick an option from a wedding binder with a bride that wants a little of everything can be time consuming. I almost—”

“Isla,” It was my name, and I’d heard it all my life, yet the sensual drawl of his voice made it sound like something foreign. Words eluded me.

“I’m going to ask you one question and I want you to think carefully before you answer it. Because once you do, nothing between us is going to remain the same, my little Pip.”

“Go ahead.” It was a breathless rasp. I cleared my throat.

His eyes casually dragged through my body deliberately while I held my breath. “Do you really want to be my plaything? Learn how to please me, do anything and everything I want without question or doubt?”

A second passed, then another.

His plaything? “I don’t understand what you’re asking me?” I cleared my throat again. “I wanted you to teach me how to please you, I didn’t agree to being...” I trailed off, not able to say the word aloud.

“My w***e,” the words rolled out of his tongue with unnerving ease, a smile lifting his cheeks. “To please me, you’d be willing to do anything I tell you, give me anything…” he c****d his brow, “If I ask you to touch yourself, your hands should immediately be pushing your panties aside,” he sat up, my heart drummed. “If I ask you to strip, you cannot be rid of your clothes fast enough,” his voice became gruff. “I ask you to jump, you ask how high? Complete obedience, Isla, else I’d leave and we can pretend that this conversation never took place. The ball is in your court.”

What he was suggesting both scared and thrilled me.

My pulse skittered, then missed a beat. It was the pulse between my legs. I sat up, pressing my thighs together. “There’s no limit?”

“No. Although temporarily, for this to work you’d be mine completely until you get back with…” he trailed off.

“Jason,” I breathed.

He nodded then frowned. “Hurry, little Pip.”

Common sense told me to say no. Logic and all the values I’d been taught warred in my head, asking me if I couldn’t hear how wrong his suggestions were.

Calling me his his… I couldn’t even bring myself to even say the word. He was being preposterous. And what was with his unreasonable request, demanding that I do whatever he wanted?

Touch myself? I almost choked. It was simply deviant behavior.

Yet I was the one who had offered, who had been desperate.

Besides, what has following the rules and being logical done for me?

My voice was hoarse and shaky when I finally whispered, “I’d do it,”

“On your knees, then, baby,”

I hesitated for a second before dropping to the floor.

He crooked his fingers, looking at me like a king regarding a subject. “Now crawl to me,”

There was something wild in his eyes when I took my first step towards him but it was gone in seconds, as he regarded me with almost boredom while he waited for me to close the space between us.

I was kneeling at his feet, my gaze pinned to the floor when he reached down and gripped me by the chin, jerking my face until I was up at him. His words were mere whispers. “Have you ever had a man’s c**k in your mouth?”

I parted my lips, my face going red.

“Nod or shake your head, Pip,”

I shook my head.

“That’d be your first lesson.” He said, releasing my jaw, “Open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue.”

I did as he said.

He tilted his head. “You can open wider than that, no?”

I shook my head but he pursed his lips. “Now that won’t do. Are you not eager for my c**k, Pip?” There was mirth in his eyes and I’d have been convinced that this was all some sick joke if not that his hand immediately reached inside his joggers and soon I was gaping at Ryder’s c**k.

Turns out that his earlier question about how wide my mouth could go was not standard procedure but a necessity.

My heartbeat thundered in my ears as I stared at his long, veined c**k even as he pumped it with his fist, pre-c*m beading at the tip.

“Open,” he whispered and I wet my lips shuffling closer, but then he frowned. “Wait, take it off.”

I blinked at him. He moved and it took me a second later to notice his grip on the collar of my shirt, then he tugged; within seconds buttons were flying everywhere. “Take it off.”

I shook my head.

“Take it off, else I’d ask you to take off everything.” He warned.

I averted my gaze as I shrugged off the destroyed shirt I had on, while humiliation became a lump in my throat. My eyes burned with unshed tears.

I hated my body.

I hated baring it.

Why couldn’t he just let me wear my damn clothes?

“The bra too,” his voice was huskier than it was a few seconds ago.

I reached behind me and unclipped the bra, hiding my face behind the curtain of my hair as a tear rolled down my cheeks, even as he ran his hand over my chest.

Then he stopped to tease the hard tip of my n****e with his thumb, before he threaded his hands into my hair and jerked my face upward so that I met his eyes, “I’ve had dreams about these soft heavy t**s, touched myself to the sight of them straining against your camisole… Isla, you don’t know just how much I would take advantage of the power you’d just handed me over your body.” His pupils—blown wide, shone in the room for a moment before he blinked and tapped his c**k against my lips, “Open.”

I did, closing my lips around his c**k, sucking the precum from his tip waiting, a bit unsure.

“You can squeeze… touch and do whatever feels right,” his voice was playful as he replaced his hand on the base of his c**k with mine. “You look like you haven’t seen a man’s c**k before so just familiarize yourself with the sight.”

My eyes flared with annoyance. Even though I was an oral virgin, I was not completely clueless and ignorant about oral s*x. I’d read a lot on it.

I’d wanted to surprise Jason so I might have watched two, okay maybe it was a dozen porn of a woman getting a man off and eavesdropped on very explicit conversations that I would never confess to in the dormitory.

Recalling the snippet of the conversation that had bordered on blowjobs was surprisingly easy: open wide but comfortably and keep your mouth open until he is as deep as you want him. Then relax and go deeper. It’s okay if you gag a bit, suck and slide back all the way to the tip then go in again. Remember you’re good at this, you’re a pro at this, you want to make him see stars… you can choke, gag, cry, spit but you’ve one objective and one objective alone, ruin him.

I might not be good at a lot of things but when it comes to following instructions, some might say that I was a stickler.

Our eyes met and my lips twitched, his eyes widened and then I was taking him deep into my throat, my head bobbing as he groaned, throwing his head backward. I squeezed the base of his c**k like he’d instructed and then took in more of his c**k, moaning around it while blinking away tears, still not slowing down.

“f**k, Isla,” he rasped, his hand digging into my hair as he rocked his hips against my lips. “Just like that… f**k, are you sure you haven’t done this before?”

I hummed around his length, unable to process words as I took him into the back of my throat again, gagging against his c**k, more tears spilling.

“You’re so beautiful, Isla,” he murmured, rocking his hips, “So…so f*****g beautiful. You even cry prettily.”

I was lapping at the underside of his c**k, my cheeks were aching and I was sure that I might be at risk of asphyxiation any minute now when he tapped my bottom lips, I opened and seconds later he was spilling his hot c*m all over my exposed t**s while I watched him through lowered lids.

He offered me his hand and when I took it, he pulled me on top of his body so quickly, a gasp left my lips.

His eyes were hard, “Where did you learn to suck d**k like that?” He sounded angry.

“At school,” I squeaked when he bent down and closed his lips over one of my c*m-covered n*****s.

“School?” He watched me with cruel amusement, his grin mocking. “That’s what you learn in your fancy boarding school.”

If one more person calls my school fancy, I might have to pick a fight.

So, I went to a private boarding school that was a little more expensive because I’d outpaced the curriculum of the high school everyone in town went to and so what?

“Do you have any problem… with it?” My question that was supposed to be hostile ended as a mewl when his hands slipped under my skirt, pushing my panties aside.

“No,” he murmured, a ghost of a smile on his face, then his thumb brushed over my c**t, his finger dipping into my wetness. My lips parted in a cry but he muffled it with his lips, “Henceforth, I want to teach you everything, okay?”

I was too busy grinding my hips against his fingers to answer.

He chuckled, pulling his hand away and when I growled at the loss, he flicked my nose with his wet fingers, “That was a yes or no question, little Pip.”

I was not a violent person. Yet all I felt in that moment was a feral urge to hurt Ryder. I bared my teeth at him and somehow that provoked more laughter from him.

“Relax, little Pip. We have all the time in the world for me to ruin you,” he leaned in and took my other tit into his mouth before he looked up, “Trust me.”

I shivered. That was a threat.