Free Teach Me a Lesson by Jasmine Haynes

him.
    She generally counseled sharing in ecstasy, but there was something so delicious in being restrained and unable to make herself come at the same time. Something so powerful. She sucked him dry. God, yes, she did. Savoring every quake of his body, every grunt and groan. Every word. Every sensation.
    He opened his eyes to look at her. They were a stormy gray in the dim light.
    She sucked hard and reveled in the jerk of his body.
    “Well,” he said, his voice harsh with aftermath, “you certainly took your punishment well.”
    She nodded, unwilling to let him loose. She flicked her tongue along his slit. He shivered. Oh yeah. She performed her detention well, very well. And that vibrator orgasm he’d given her was the icing on the cake.
    He pulled out, tucked himself away inside his slacks. She wasn’t ready to let him go. Charlotte wanted a lot more.
    “Now what, Principal Hutton?” She smiled wickedly.
    He was silent a long moment, glaring down at her from his position on high. “You look like the cat that ate the cream.”
    Charlotte licked her lips. “Oh yes, I did.”
    “Proud of yourself, aren’t you.”
    She nodded. “Very.”
    “That deserves a little punishment, too.”
    He dragged an armchair across the carpet and pushed her face-first into it. She was still secured at the wrists, her hands at her back, and for a moment, she couldn’t breathe. Then he spanked her hard. Charlotte turned her face to the side and shouted at him. “Bastard.”
    He leaned over the chair, bracing himself on the arm, slapping her ass again, hard, his fingers connecting with her pussy. Exactly the way that drove her insane. He smacked. She quivered. He swatted. She moaned. And gasped. And writhed. And finally came in an explosion of stars and an exquisite burning across the flesh of her butt.

7
    IT WAS PERFECT. TOO PERFECT. CHARLOTTE COLLAPSED AGAINST the chair cushion, her hands still secured at the small of her back by the silk handcuffs.
    She drew in a long, deep, satisfied breath. Yes, perfect, her body humming, her clit buzzing . . . but there was one slight problem. Anything this perfect could become addictive. Especially sex. Not in the traditional “sex addict” sense, where someone had sex with anyone, anytime, anywhere, like they were shooting a drug into their veins. But sex was such an emotional time bomb. It was one of the biggest battlegrounds for couples. Not just sex, but sex in all its nuances: romance, physical well-being, emotional sustenance, the need to feel loved, wanted, desired. She’d seen it all, talked her clients down off the ledge, helped them shed the obsession.
    Naughty, over-the-top sex could become addictive, and yes, Charlotte could easily become obsessed with the way this man made her feel. Being a therapist didn’t preclude her from that. But it did make her aware of the danger.
    She waggled her fingers. “Principal Hutton, I think it’s time to undo me. Now that I’ve received my punishment.”
    Even his scent was hypnotic as he insinuated his knees between hers, leaned over her, caressed the silk bonds, stroked her skin.
    “We’re not done, yet, Miss Moore.”
    What more could there be? He’d come in her mouth. She’d come multiple times.
    He snugged up close behind her bottom, his cock hard, and she knew what more there could be.
    “My oh my, I didn’t think you’d be ready for that.” So soon. Especially for a man his age. A quick recovery was another thing Charlotte liked about younger men. But Principal Hutton was turning all her misconceptions about older men upside down.
    Yes, he was far too perfect.
    And she wanted him inside her.
    After a few rustles, his zipper, and the ripping of a condom packet, his warm fingers caressed the crotch of her thong. He pulled it aside, stroked her. Charlotte groaned.
    “Christ, you’re wet.”
    She waggled her fingers again, for a very different reason this time. “Please, please, Principal Hutton, won’t you untie me?