Make Me Bad: Private Lessons (15 page)

Embarrassed, I bite down on my
bottom lip. “You didn’t ask.”

“No. I didn’t.”

He finally notices Cleo. “Hello
Cleo.”

“Hi Luc,” she says, grinning madly.

“Oh, get over yourself,” I can’t
help but say, tossing a throw pillow at Cleo.

She laughs and gets off the couch.
“You two behave yourselves tonight,” she calls over her shoulder, sashaying
into the kitchen. “And if you plan on coming back here, send me a text so I
know to put on my white noise machine!”

“Oh my god,” I mutter, “She’s
unbelievable.”

Once Cleo is out of sight, Luc
wraps his hands around my hips and pulls me to him. He kisses me slowly and
deeply, and I lose myself in the kiss, sighing happily as I kiss him back.

“I thought about you all day,” I
admit, tucking my hands into the back pockets of his jeans, feeling his ass
through the material.

“Oh, really?”

“Yes.”

“And what exactly did you think
about?”

“This.” I kiss him harder this
time, and he groans, pulling me tightly to him.

“If we don’t get out of here soon,
I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop,” he warns.

I laugh and gently pull away. He
takes my hand in a sweet gesture and looks around the spacious apartment again.

“Your parents?” he asks. His voice
is free of judgment.

I nod. “They don’t usually do
things like this,” I confess. “This is a rare exception. I guess you could say,
they splurge when it counts.”

He nods thoughtfully. “Yes, I would
say this is a great splurge.” He continues to stare at our unbelievable view of
the Seine and the Eiffel Tower. “Why have we been wasting time at my
apartment?” he jokes.

“Because we can run around naked
there?”

He laughs loudly. “Yes, I suppose
that’s one reason.”

“I’ll make sure we can spend naked
time here too when Cleo is out.”

“Mmm,” he says in a low voice,
“that sounds perfect.”

I grab my coat and we head out into
the hallway.

“And are you trying to drive me
crazy?” he asks, looking over at me.

“Excuse me?”

“This outfit of yours? Are you
trying to stop this dinner before it happens?”

I stick out my chin. “I have no
idea what you’re talking about.”

“The hell you do,” he says darkly.
“As if the fact that you’re my student isn’t bad enough, you wear this little
seductive skirt, just begging me to bend you over and have my way with you.”

I gasp at his language.

“Don’t deny it,” he continues.

I shake my head. “Cleo called it a
‘naughty school girl’ skirt.”

“Well she was right. You look like
you need a good spanking.”

I’m so turned on I can barely
breathe. This was definitely going to be a night to remember.

Maddie must be trying to kill me –
that is the only conclusion I can come to as I sit across from her at dinner,
struggling to keep my focus on what she is saying and not on her damn outfit.
With her short, pleated skirt and thigh-high boots, she looks like something
out of every man’s fantasy. And the more I try not to think about it, the more
I think about it. In fact, I have no idea what she just said.

“Are you even listening?” she
frowns at me.

I frown back. “How the hell do you
expect me to listen when you are dressed like that?” I growl.

“This again?” she asks with
confusion.

“As if you didn’t know.”

“I really didn’t think it was going
to be this big of a deal. My god. Next time I’ll wear a turtleneck and a long
skirt.”

“Now you’re being a smart ass.” I
shake my head in wonder. “How can you really not know the kind of effect this
outfit would have on men?”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to
tell you,” she says, exasperated, “I really have no clue what I’m doing. I’m so
inexperienced.” She buries her head in her hands as if being inexperienced is a
bad thing.

Of course, there are plenty of men
that like a woman with experience, and from my own history with women, I
certainly know the perks of being with an experienced woman.

But there are plenty of drawbacks
too.

And the more time I spend with
Maddie, the more I love her
inexperience.
Her honesty and naïveté and
the way she seems open to almost anything.

I soften, reaching over to take her
hand. “Trust me. It’s not a bad thing. It’s one of the things I like about
you,” I assure her.

She gives me a small smile.

“Now, I apologize. Tell me again
what you were saying, and I promise to try and not think about your cock-tease
of an outfit.”

Maddie’s eyes widen at my language,
but she shrugs it off and launches into her story again.

The dinner passes quickly. Soon,
I’ve paid the bill and we’re heading out onto the street. There’s no way I’m
taking Maddie home just yet. Unless of course, she plans on texting Cleo and
telling her to put her white noise machine on.

We step out into the cool night and
I pull Maddie towards me.

“I’m not ready to take you home
yet,” I say darkly, brushing my lips against hers.

“Home to your place or mine?’ she
asks coyly, reaching around and pushing her hands into my back pockets.

I let out a gruff laugh. “Very
cute. Not ready to take you home to
your
place.”

“Then take me back to yours.” Her
voice is soft and sultry, and I can tell she wants me.

“Text Cleo and tell her you’re not
coming home tonight,” I instruct.

She gives me an excited look and
whips out her phone, quickly sending the text.

“Done,” she says simply, dropping
her phone back in her bag. “I’m all yours.”

“You have no idea.” I take her hand
and we quickly make our way back towards my apartment. Even though it’s only a
handful of blocks, the journey seems to take forever.

We finally make it to my door, and
I fumble to get the key in the lock.

“Excited?” Maddie teases.

 Before I can respond, the door
swings open, and I shove Maddie inside. She gasps as I push her up against the
back of the door and kiss her.

“What is it with you and pushing me
up against doors?” she pants in between kisses.

“I just don’t have the patience to
get you anywhere else,” I respond, sliding my hand up her thighs. Her skin is
smooth and soft, and my cock hardens further in my pants.

My desire for her is so strong I
don’t even want to waste time taking her to the bedroom. Besides, with that
outfit she is just asking to be bent over.

I kiss her harder, moving my hand
to her underwear and slipping it inside.

“Oh!” she moans as I slowly begin
to rub her sex. She’s already wet for me.

“Christ, Maddie.”

“I can’t help it. It’s what you do
to me.”

I slip her coat off with my free
hand and then slide my hand under her shirt, squeezing at her breasts as I push
my tongue deep into her mouth. I push two fingers in and out of her, loving the
way she moans into my mouth.

“Can I have my way with you?” I ask
hoarsely.

“Yes!” she gasps.

Not missing a beat, I spin her
around and she catches herself, the palms of her hands quickly flying up
against the door. I bend her forward slightly until she’s at just the right
angle.

I lift her skirt up, rubbing her
ass. I’m not big into S&M, but this outfit just cries out for a spanking.

“I mentioned spanking,” I whisper,
leaning over Maddie. “Will you let me?”

I expect hesitation or a flat out
no. It’s one thing to joke about, but it’s an entirely different thing to
actually do.

Instead, I’m surprised.

“Yes.” Maddie’s voice is clear and
certain.

“Oh, Madison.” I push my hips
against her in ecstasy, barely able to contain my own excitement. I won’t be
rough. Just enough to turn things up a notch.

I slide her panties off, letting
them drop to the ground and Maddie quickly steps out of them. I rub my palms
along her behind, my fingers skimming her opening. I reach one hand around and
rub her clit, eliciting a string of needy whimpers.

Then, without warning because
that’s the best way, I raise my hand up and bring my palm down against her
right cheek.

“Ohh!” she cries out, her voice a
mixture of surprise, pain and pleasure.

I softly rub at her now-pink cheek,
and then slip my fingers inside her to increase the pleasure.

“Ohh,” she moans again, and this
time it’s pure pleasure. She rocks on her feet to absorb the sensation. Again,
I spank her, still not very hard, but enough to sting and she cries out
excitedly, letting her head drop as she tries to take in the whole experience.

“Are you okay?” I ask, my voice
gruff with arousal.

“Yes,” she says softly, “more.”

This girl is going to drive me
insane.

I spank her three more times,
feeling her get wetter and wetter as I slip my fingers inside her after each
time.

“That’s enough,” I finally say. “It
was just a little taste. That’s not really my style, but something about your
school girl skirt.” My voice trails off. I can’t really finish.

“Maybe I should wear it more
often,” she breathes.

“Have you ever done that before?”

“No. I liked it, though. You
weren’t too rough. And it felt so much better than I could have imagined.”

“Good.” I reach around to her
front, rubbing her in circles again, and reaching up under her shirt and
squeezing her nipples.

“Mmm,” she rolls her hips into me,
backing herself up against my erection.

I can’t wait any longer.

“Don’t move.” I’m run to my
bedroom, and I’m back seconds later, a foil between my teeth. I unbuckle my
pants and Maddie utters a small, excited groan as she spreads her legs further,
readying herself for me.

My cock springs free, hard and
pulsing, and I don’t think I’m going to last long.

But we have all night.

I quickly tear open the foil, and roll
the condom along my length. I move up behind Maddie, running my hands through
her arousal one last time, before taking her by the hips and thrusting deep
inside her.

“Argh!” she cries out loudly,
bracing herself against the door.

“Maddie,” I groan, holding her
tightly as I take her.

I notice how her hair falls in a
lovely curtain along the side of her face. I look at her beautiful body, which
she has freely given to me with an open heart, and I know that there isn’t
anywhere else I would rather be.

I crack my eyes open and see
morning sunlight filtering into my bedroom.

What woke me up?

And then my phone alarm goes off
again.

Maddie, draped across my body,
groans, but doesn’t move otherwise. I grab my phone and look at the time.

Shit. We need to get up.

“Hey,” I whisper softly, running a
gentle finger along the gorgeous curve of her spine. “We need to wake up.”

“No,” she mumbles, burying her face
in my chest. I feel my southern region stir, but I quickly force my mind
elsewhere. There isn’t time for that this morning, and quite frankly, I don’t
know if Maddie could handle any more.

“Yes,” I say softly, playing with
her hair and letting my other hand rest at the base of her spine. “I have to
get to work and you have class today.” I grin. “Also, we have a private
lesson.”

“Mmm, private lesson,” she murmurs,
snuggling back into my chest, “sounds promising.”

We lie still for a few moments, and
I can tell she’s more awake. She sighs and pushes herself up, her hair falling
across her face. She looks beautiful in her sleepy state, her blue eyes wide
and bright.

“Is it okay that I spent the
night?” she asks shyly.

“Silly girl. I
wanted
you to
spend the night.”

She nods, biting her lip. She looks
so delicious that I have to force myself to think about work.