Teach Me: Sinful Desires by Sienna Mynx Page A

pinned between the slick folds of her pussy. “What is that for?”
    Before he could process the thought, she turned the candle and let hot wax drip into his chest, searing his skin. “Fuck!” he shouted, jerking so hard on his bindings the headboard rattled, threatening to snap.
    “Fuck!” he groaned as the wax cooled immediately and his skin burned. He controlled his breathing, feeling his erection growing. She lifted, and to his delight she glided down on his cock while balancing the candle in another hand.
    “Oh hell, Rain, give me more,” he groaned under her descent and the delicious tightness gripping his cock like a glove. A current cut through him, cooling his balls. She dropped more wax, and he hissed in a breath through clenched teeth. He convulsed, his back bowed from the mattress as he jerked hard at his bindings. There was such white-hot heat that he was sweating and trembling. That’s when she started her lap dance, with continual thrusts and rocking of her hips. She was violating him. Punishing him. She was a quick study.
    “Ma-ma-ma-morree!!”
    From the bottoms of his feet he felt her. Oh my, she had the sweetest, wet, hot, tight pussy he’d ever known. His cock unleashed. He ejaculated so hard, his teeth clenched. Destini leaned in over him to blow her sweet breath over his burning flesh, drying the hot wax. All the while she continued rolling her hips torturously slow. Sir spiraled down into the abyss of pleasure and pain, not knowing the difference. Spent, he couldn’t speak. He heard her blow out the candle and heard it crash somewhere in the room after she tossed it. Most of all, he felt her still working that sweet cherry ass of hers to make sure there was nothing left. Then she fell over on his chest, satisfied.
     
    ***
    Every pore, every muscle, every nerve in her body ached in sweet remembrance. Destini opened her eyes and literally moaned deep in her throat. Her line of vision dropped over to her lover. He snuggled her close, a hand under the covers between her legs, cupping her sex. It was too close. The intimacy felt right after all they shared. She gently broke free of his hold, barely able to stand. Her face was stained with dried tears. Her body reeked of sex, wax, and him, after the fourth or fifth time he drove her to pleasuring heights. She dressed. She did so quickly and silently. She kept her eyes on him at first, then the door.
    Should she take off his mask? How did he manage to keep it on all night? If she removed his mask would it be a violation of their trust rules. After all he only knew her by the name Rain. Why should she force him to reveal his identity when she had no intention of sharing hers?
    Destini fumbled with the zipper to her dress. She tried to hurry her escape from the night of things she didn’t fully process. But the way her body and pussy betrayed her scared her. It made her sluggish. She stumbled out the door. She didn’t care how she looked. Dressed and in the hall, she raced for the exit. She stumbled down the dark stairs and into the club with the thinning crowd. She ignored the watchful eyes and hurried out to the reception area. Delirious, she didn’t bother to stop to ask for her coat. Fuck her coat. She wanted to go. She fumbled for her valet ticket.
    What’s wrong, Destini? You did it. Boy, did you ever. Or maybe I should say he did you. Why run now? Go back upstairs and get more. You know secretly you want to.
    Destini avoided the smirks of the bouncers and kept her head low. The wind tossed her locks wildly into her face, for which she was grateful. God help her. She wanted away from that place. She only paused after she was behind the wheel. Her gaze swept up to the windows of the building. The top floor, where he remained with that satisfied smile on his lips, was where part of her still lay: in that bed with him. He called to her, telling her to come back to him. She could feel it, such a seductive chant it rattled in her skull.
    The man