Her Shameful Education Read Online Emily Tilton

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
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“Good girl,” said Master Hendryk. To my dismay, I had a moment of envy at Candy’s apparently effortless garnering of praise from the man who seemed to frighten me as much as he attracted me.

Silence descended on us for a few seconds, and then Master Hendryk said, “Renee, Candy’s going to start tutoring you today.”

“What?” I asked from my subspace haze. I felt certain I hadn’t heard right.

“I’m going to tutor you, Master said!” Candy said in her best I try to be helpful to the poor, slow, real girl voice.

“But…” I managed. “I… what…”

Master Hendryk’s cock had started to soften in me, and as I felt it my body reacted strangely: I had a moment of deep sadness, and then a wave of embarrassment, and then a thrill of fear—all much more in my chest than in my head, or even my heart. I didn’t want my master’s wonderful hard penis to leave me, but the idea that yes, indeed, I needed his brutally firm hand distressed me terribly.

That part seemed to make sense. The fear took me by surprise, though, and I felt an urgent need to figure out where it had come from. My mind seemed gradually to be climbing its way out of a warm, fuzzy haze—the place it had gone as Master Hendryk had used me, with rough dominance, for his pleasure. As my thoughts began to clear a little, and the sensation of his enormous erection growing less enormous in my now even sorer vagina started to integrate into them, I saw the fear for what it was—and yet another flush of shame traveled into my upper body.

I’m afraid I’m falling. Not the way I had grown to love Master G. Something else, something I hadn’t ever felt before.

The fear got much worse a moment later—because the longing and the warm, almost reverent feeling… the falling feeling I had about my new owner got much stronger. Master Hendryk put his hand on my hip, and stroked my skin gently, his fingertips curling around just a bit to the front, as if telling me that he could touch me down there whenever he chose, but he knew he had just made me sore, so he would let my pussy rest for a while.

That was all it took. I found that my lips had parted and I had begun to breathe hard. Desperate to get away from the anxiety and the conflict of the moment, I grasped for the thread of the conversation whose meaning I hadn’t really understood at all.

“Tutor?” I said, remembering that word at least.

“Yes, my dear,” Master Hendryk said. His mouth was very close to my ear, and he kept stroking my hip, my upper thigh, my waist with that possessive movement of his fingertips. I had to concentrate hard on the strange idea to even remember what tutor meant.

“In?” I tried, feeling very stupid, apparently reduced from two syllables to one. My brain had started to process the idea, though. I felt a new surge of blood to my cheeks as I decided he must mean that Candy would tutor me in sexual submission.

“In educational theory,” Master Hendryk said, to my utter astonishment. I could hear a smile—nearly a chuckle—in his voice, as if he knew precisely how startling I would find his answer.

“Oh!” Candy said. I blinked as I took in her monosyllable, which had a tone to it I hadn’t heard from her before—surprise, but also maybe something else… had Candy just shown… disappointment? Resentment, even? When she had pouted about Master Hendryk fucking me instead of her she had sounded playful about it, as if she wanted to perform the role of the disappointed sex kitten. Her oh at our master’s specification that she would tutor me not in face-fucking but in an academic subject, though, seemed to have an element of actual pique.

I felt my forehead crease into a puzzled frown. I knew both those words—educational and theory—but I didn’t think I had ever heard them used together before.

“What’s that?” I asked, trying to turn my face over my shoulder to get a look at Master Hendryk’s face, where I had observed the previous day that the golden fuzz on his morning chin made him even more devastatingly handsome.

“Remember she didn’t go to college, Master!” Candy contributed.

More heat rushed to my face.

“And you did?” I retorted, trying to turn further to get a look at her.

“No, Renee,” Master Hendryk said, using his hand on my hip to keep me in place. I gave a little gasp as I felt his cock start to harden again inside my pussy, and I realized that the simple act of bending me to his will and keeping me in place had reawakened my master’s desire for me. “I’m going to use your pussy again, now,” he continued, “and then we’ll talk about educational theory and the kind of career I think might interest you.”


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