Falling for My Best Friend's Brother
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“My role was to teach you math.” He growled as he walked over to the bed. “It wasn’t to teach you how to play with yourself.” He lifted up my skirt and slapped my ass. “That’s for being a tease.”
“Oh, Sir.” I moaned as his fingers slipped in between my legs and touched my wetness and then spanked me again lightly.
“And that’s for being wet.”
“I can’t help it if you make me wet, Sir,” I murmured and watched as he sat on the bed and lifted my legs into his lap from the mattress.
“Only naughty girls get wet for their teachers,” he said as he rubbed my ass. “Only bad girls want their teachers to play with them.”
“I am a bad girl,” I moaned as he gently rubbed my clit. “I’m a very bad girl.”
“Show me how bad you are, Alice.” His voice was deep as he lifted me off his lap and put me down on the bed. I have to admit that I was a bit sad that the spanking had stopped already.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked in a silky voice and spread my legs for him. His eyes widened and he gave me a satisfied smile.
“I want you to play with yourself until I tell you to stop.” He licked his lips, and I stared back at the challenge in his eyes. Was he serious? “What are you waiting on, Alice?”
“Nothing.” I took a deep breath and lowered my right hand in between my legs. As soon as I felt my wetness, I closed my eyes.
“Stop.” Aiden’s voice was brusque. “Open your eyes, Alice.” I opened my eyes and looked up at him, shivering as I saw the intensity in his gaze. “I want you to look at me as you play with yourself. I want to see the pleasure in your eyes as you bring yourself to the brink. I want to experience every emotion you feel as I gaze into your soul.” His hand found mine and moved it back and forth across my sex. “I want to see what you do to please yourself, so I know what you like.”
“You already know what I like.” I gasped as he slipped a finger inside of me.
“Aiden knows what you like. The teacher doesn’t.” He withdrew his finger and sucked on it. “Now look at me and show me.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said breathlessly, feeling very much like the naughty girl he’d called me a few minutes before as I reached back down between my legs. I moved my fingers gently, and I stared up into Aiden’s blue eyes as I played with myself. I could feel myself getting more and more excited and then his hand grabbed mine and moved it away.
“Now, it’s time for teacher to show you how to do it.” He grinned and pulled his tie off and rolled over on the bed next to me.
“What are you going to do?”
“Put your hands above your head and hold your wrists together,” he said and I felt him tying my wrists together with his tie. “Good. Now you can’t touch yourself.” He grinned down at me. “Are you going to be a good girl now?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” He jumped off of the bed, and I watched as he took his shirt and pants off. He stood there in his briefs for a few seconds and then pulled them off. “I didn’t even know this place existed,” he said as he climbed onto the bed. “How did you know about it?”
I stared up at him silently for a few seconds. I knew now was not the time to tell him that his sister had found the place for me. That would totally ruin the mood.
“That’s for me to know,” I said finally, and he growled.
“So you still want to be a bad girl?” He raised an eyebrow at me and his fingers trailed down the valley between my breasts and all the way down my stomach. He then ran his fingertips down my legs, and then I felt his tongue licking back up my legs and my inner thighs. My whole body trembled in sweet anticipation as I felt his breath close to my sex. I moaned as I felt the tip of his tongue next to my clit, and I cried out as he kissed back up my body.
“No,” I moaned. “I don’t want to be a bad girl.”
“That doesn’t sound too convincing,” he said and jumped off of the bed. “Hmm, let’s see what toys we have here.” He walked around the room and immediately picked up a flogger and held it up to me. “Shall we use this?”
“If you want.” I looked over at him and he licked his lips slowly.
“Or we can use the paddle?” He picked one up and hit it against his hand lightly. “Would you prefer me to use this?”
“I’d prefer your hand,” I said shyly, and he smiled.
“You like it when I spank you, don’t you?”
“Perhaps, Sir,” I said with a smile.
“You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you? You like it when I put you across my lap. You like it when my big manly hand slaps your juicy butt. You love it when my fingers slid into your wetness. You love it when I rub you. It turns you on, doesn’t it?” He was breathing harder, and I watched as he put the flogger and paddle down and grabbed something else from the floor. It looked like a huge feather and he walked towards me with a grin. “I’m going to use this tickler on you.”
“No,” I groaned. “You know I’m too ticklish.”
“That’s why I’m going to use it.” He chuckled. “I’m going to take you to the edge.”
“Then what?”
“Then you’re going to beg me to come down.” He grinned. “You’re going to beg to jump off of the edge.”