Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88235 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88235 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Still, she lifted her chin and stared Torella in the eyes.
“You’ll see,” she said calmly. “I’ve trained Chain to perfection—he’ll be able to pleasure me effortlessly and extremely well with the excellent techniques I’ve taught him for pleasing women.”
“Very well.” Torella nodded. “Lornah and I will be the judges of that. For now—let’s get out of the pool and let the trial begin!”
Chapter Twenty-six
“Chain, I have to talk to you.” Victoria gripped his arm, speaking in a low voice as he helped her out of the pool.
“Yes, Professor Victoria, what is it?” The worry in her eyes concerned him. What had happened to her while he was away, scouting around the house?
He’d been pretending to search for a fresher while the other students made snacks for their professors but what he had found was much more interesting than any snack food. Still, maybe he should have stayed because Victoria looked really upset.
“You can stop with the ‘professor’ stuff,” she told him, still nearly whispering. “They know I’m not really from some university. But even if I was, it doesn’t mean the same thing here as it does back on Earth.”
“I know,” Chain murmured. “The other ‘students’ told me exactly what they’ve been learning under Professors Torella and Lornah and it’s not chemistry or languages or advanced mathematics.”
“I know—they’re teaching them how to please women,” Vicky murmured. “The thing is…” She cast a glance over her shoulder to where the other two women were being blotted dry with towels by their students and talking in low voices to each other. “The thing is, I had to pretend that I was teaching you the same thing,” she told him. “And now they want a demonstration!”
Chain felt his shaft stir between his legs.
“A demonstration of how well I can please you, you mean?” he murmured, smiling at her. “That shouldn’t be a problem, sweetheart. Not at all.”
“You don’t understand,” Vicky hissed. “That oil stuff I was soaking in relaxes all your inhibitions but it also makes it impossible for me to fake pleasure or an orgasm. So unless you’re really good, we’re not going to pass this test.” Her face pinched with worry and regret. “I’m sorry, Chain—I know this is really unfair to lay on you. And really unfair to ask you to do in the first place, too. I mean you probably don’t want to do all this with someone my age. With—”
“Oh, I want to,” Chain assured her before she could get started denigrating herself because she was older than him—which made absolutely no sense, he thought. “I want to very much, Victoria,” he murmured. “I have wanted to pleasure you—to put my hands and mouth all over your beautiful body—from the moment I first met you.”
“You…you have?” Her cheeks colored in a blush.
“Look at me…” Chain raised her chin with one finger so that she was looking up into his face. “Sweetheart,” he murmured, “There were at least a dozen unattached females in the Last Chance Bar when I walked in—I chose you because you were the most beautiful and interesting-looking. Your face wasn’t just blandly pretty—you had character. And the minute we started talking, I knew I had chosen well. I wanted you—and I still want you.”
“But, well…” She bit her lip. “Do you think you’ll still be able to—you know—do what has to be done? Considering that the oil stuff I was soaking in won’t let me, er, fake it? I, er…” She cleared her throat. “I had to fake it nearly every time with my ex. He just never, uh, really cared about getting me off.”
“I’ve said before he was a fool,” Chain said, frowning. “Pleasuring your partner is the best part of sex—any male who can’t see that doesn’t deserve to have a lovely partner like you in the first place, Victoria.”
“Thank you.” She smiled at him, but there was still anxiety in her big green eyes. “So…you’re sure it won’t be a problem?”
Chain gave her a slow smile, feeling his shaft twitch again with anticipation.
“No problem at all,” he assured her. “Look, just tell me what you want,” he went on, when she looked at him uncertainly. “Direct me—tell me exactly what to do and how to do it. ‘Teach’ me.”
The very thought of her teaching him like that made his shaft so hard he thought it might burst through the magno-tabs that held his leathers together. Gods, he loved it when a woman directed him in bed and told him the best way to please her!
“You want me to…to say out loud what I want you to do?” Vicky looked uncertain about this.
Chain nodded firmly. “That makes it more like a lesson, don’t you think? How else can you show off your teaching technique?”
“Well…” She nibbled her lush lower lip in a way that made Chain want to kiss her—or maybe suck her nipples some more. “I guess so,” she said at last. “Though this is going to be the strangest observation I’ve ever had.”