A Lesson in Blackmail – Black Mountain Academy Read Online K.D. Robichaux

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63555 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
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I’m so shocked by this turn of events, by this unexpected switch in emotion, that I freeze, trying to let my mind catch up with what is happening in reality instead of what I feared would take place by throwing those words in Nathaniel’s face. But then his mouth opens over mine, and his hungry growl sends a hot wave of wetness straight to my pussy. I don’t think; I just feel, and I open my mouth to receive his tongue, giving in to who I am inside and submitting to his dominance. This, I can do. This, I’m really fucking good at—giving over control and letting him take what he needs from me.

And what he needs from me right now is my tongue as he strokes his against mine in a way I’ve never been kissed before. There’s not a lot of kissing that goes on at the club, as far as the scenes I’ve ever participated in. Kissing is usually reserved for the people who are in actual relationships, a form of intimacy not often shared between random people who are scening together. At least in my experience. So Nate’s mouth on mine is an unfamiliar pleasure, and I melt into him, letting him lead me through a dance of lips and tongues, sighs and stolen breaths.

With another ferocious growl from deep within his chest, he launches me backward onto the oversized ottoman, following me with his big body as he pulls our still joined hands above my head. His weight is heavy but comfortable between my legs, and I whimper as he grinds his hips, the erection behind his fly notching perfectly with my clit covered by nothing but thin layers of lace and cotton. His face hovers over mine as he watches me, like he always watches me, and his dark hair hangs forward, creating a shadow over one side of his face. He’s like a gorgeous incubus come to wreak havoc.

He grinds his hips again, and it steals my breath, my head pressing back into the cushion as I arch my body closer to him. I need release, been waiting all week for my release, and he stole it from me, and I’m so desperate for it now that I don’t even care it’s him who could give it to me right here, right now.

“Please,” I beg before I even realize the word falls from my lips, and I tighten my fingers between his above my head, drawing my knees up and placing my heels on the edge of the ottoman so I can press my pussy against him harder.

I feel his muscles tighten above me, and I watch as something inside him loosens, rolling up and folding away like an accordion, as he lets go of the tight control he must have had a rein on. Because something inside Nate Black snaps, and he lets out a sound almost feral as he slams his mouth to mine once more.

He thrusts hard against me, making me shudder and my eyes roll back in my head as he devours my mouth. “Fuck,” he growls against my lips, and if we were naked, I’d be sore with how powerfully his hips thrust against mine. But I love it, and I take it happily. When I look up into his eyes once more, I see… I see so very clearly he wants something, but he doesn’t know how to ask, how to make it happen. This is why he was asking me to teach him. This is what he doesn’t know how to let loose but still maintain control over. He has urges, needs that he doesn’t know how to fulfill, and he was hoping for my help.

My submissive stretches and purrs as she unfurls beneath him, swishing her tail and ready to teach him exactly what he needs to know to satisfy both of us.

“That’s it… Mr. Black,” I tell him, remembering the sensual look that covered his face when I called him that before. “Don’t think. Just feel. Do whatever feels right. Trust yourself, and give in to what your body craves. Tell me what you want, what you want me to do. You’re not gonna hurt me. I can take it.” I whisper the last part, and as I watch my words sink into this brilliant man’s mind, seeing them give him peace he’s been searching for, for who knows how long, I relax into the soft cushion beneath me and give myself over to him, and it’s like coming home.

“Fuck, Evie. Keep your hands there and don’t move them,” he murmurs, almost tentatively, as if he doesn’t believe I’ll follow his orders without a fight.

“Yes, Sir,” I reply, even though I know I don’t have to. But if this is what he needs, if this is what I can do to build his confidence and help him grow into a good and respectable Dominant, then that’s what I’ll do. I’m an educator, after all. And I try not to think about the fact that this isn’t the only way Nathaniel Black IV is my student.


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