Teach Me - Chapter 2

I was beginning to panic. I’d been led to a van by three guys who seemed nice enough if highly suspicious, then I’d been blindfolded and had my wrists tied by one of them, and now I was handcuffed to a bed with my eyes still covered and had been told to “Be a good girl and don’t make a sound—or else.”

What the hell was going on? Where was I? I heard the door to the bedroom I was in creak open and smelled the homey, woodsy scent of a man who I somehow just knew loved to work with his hands.

The bedroom floor was wooden so I heard the guy approach me, and then felt him touch the skin of my ankles. He unbuckled my strappy silver patent leather pumps and must have flung them to the ground because I heard two distinct thumps.

“I’ve been waiting a long time for this, Tiffany.” The man said. His voice was gravelly like he’d been a smoker for some time, though I didn’t think that was the case. Still, his rough voice sent shivers of delight down my spine and caused goose bumps to appear on my arms.

I wanted to tell this guy that I wasn’t Tiffany, or ask who Tiffany was, but I couldn’t. I was held immobile by his very presence (even though I couldn’t see him) and didn’t want to say or do anything that would cause him to leave the room.

The guy—Gregg, I wondered?—must have been looking down at me, studying me, because he said “You’ve changed, Tiffany. Not that I really mind, of course. I’ve always had a thing for redheads and I’m glad you’ve gone for a more natural look. I take it you got rid of the implants? I appreciate big boobs as much as the next guy but a natural look is so much sexier than a fake one.”

Okay, what? I opened my mouth to speak but was hushed by a finger suddenly being placed over my lips. “I don’t want to hear a word from you just yet. I have waited a very long time for this and we’re going to take this nice and slow. You’re going to be begging for me by the end of the night.”

I heard the sound of a drawer being open and something heavy or metallic being picked up. The drawer closed and I felt the man in the room move back down near my feet. He reached for the end of my dress, holding it up so that it was away from my skin. I felt the material of the dress begin to move sideways and realize he was cutting into it.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I cried out. “That is an one-hundred-and-fifty-dollar dress!”

“I’ll buy you another dress to take the place of this one, all right?” the man said soothingly. He continued to cut into my dress until it was completely cut in half, with the ragged edges draped loosely across my otherwise naked form. It had been a tighter dress that hadn’t allowed for a bra or panties. I was only a 34B anyway and rarely wore a bra.

The man reverently placed his hands on my stomach, lightly trailing a path upwards until his palms closed around my breasts. “Damn Tiffany, you’ve put on some weight around the middle but you’ve also lost some up top. And have you gotten shorter? I don’t remember you being this curvy and your boobs definitely weren’t this tiny.”

There was a very good explanation for that, I thought to myself. “I’m not—”

“Shh.” I felt the man place a knee onto the mattress near my waist and lean forward. He covered my lips with his in a sweet, mind-numbing kiss.

He ended the kiss rather abruptly and sat up. I could feel his eyes on me and I was pretty sure that he was smiling. “Good girl,” he murmured. “I know you’d probably like me to have you ball-gagged instead of blindfolded but I decided tonight would be all about me. Not you.”

Did he just use the word ball-gag? How’d he know about those?

“I told you I’d get revenge on you for the way you left me three months ago. Nobody leaves me hanging and gets away with it.” The man flicked aside the edges of my ruined dress and ran light hands up my sides and down again. They came to a stop on my hips as he blazed a trail of kisses down from my mouth to my belly button. His mouth then traveled lower, stopping just inches away from my yearning and needy mound. He removed a hand to place it between my legs, hugging the area.

“So hot and wet, aren’t you Tiffany? You want this,” the man murmured. I felt him shift his weight so that he was straddling me—naked. I’d heard him come into the room clothed, I’d heard the swish of fabric as he’d walked towards me, but sometime between entering the room and now he’d removed his pants.

This wasn’t good. This was so not good!

“I’m sorry Tiffany hurt you but I’m not who you think I am! I—”

The man silenced me with another kiss and the insertion of not one but two fingers into my vagina.

I moaned against his mouth trying to get his attention. Trying to tell him that I wasn’t who he thought I was and that this was a huge mistake but he mistook the sound for one of passion.

“I know, Baby. You want this. You want me. I can smell just how much you want me. You can deny it all you want over the phone and with text messages but your body tells me the truth. You never stopped wanting this.”

I swallowed the words I so wanted to say, deciding to play along. I didn’t know the first thing about the man touching me so intimately but I wanted him. His fingers inside of me and his kiss felt so good. I did want more of him.

“Yes. I want this,” I agreed throatily.

The man chuckled and lightly nipped the side of my neck with his teeth. He then sucked on the area, removing his hand from my crotch. Again shifting his weight I felt the tip of his penis touch me intimately and widened my legs to allow him better access.

The man chuckled again before he returned his mouth to mine. “Oh yeah, you definitely want this. But we’re not going to finish things that quickly.” He moved his lower body forward slightly rubbing his penis against my rapidly moistening core.

“I want you to beg for this Tiffany. Tell me how much you want this.” When I didn’t say anything he yelled, “Tell me!”

“I want you, all right?” I panted. “Please whoever you are don’t stop.”

The man chuckled yet again, the sound rougher this time. He didn’t seem to hear the “whoever you are” part. I knew he was enjoying the sensation of his body rubbing on mine. “God I’ve missed this Tiffany.” Without another word he surged forward, not stopping until he was all the way inside of me.

“What the hell?” he murmured with confusion. “Okay the weight and breast changes I can buy ’cause yeah, you like fixing yourself up and it has been a few months since I last saw you, but how the fuck did you become a virgin?”

He ripped off my blindfold, his eyes widening with shock and dismay as he finally realized that I wasn’t who he thought I was.

I smiled uneasily and shrugged as best I could with the cuffs restraining my wrists. “I tried to tell you—and those guys who grabbed me—I’m not Tiffany.”

“What—who?” He began to move out of and away from me but I stopped him by locking my ankles around his back.

“No,” I said quickly. “Don’t ask me who I am and don’t tell me who you are. For right now it’s just you and me. A guy and a girl having great sex.”

“Great sex, huh?” He retreated then moved forward again. “You ain’t seen nothing yet Babe.” He sobered then, seeming to have second thoughts, and added, “I don’t know…”

I latched on to the uncertainty in his voice. I needed this! I worked hard and never had a chance to play. I wasn’t going to let this random guy take such amazing pleasure away from me. “Please don’t stop. Please. Use me. Punish me.” I blinked up at the man smiling hopefully. “Please? You feel really good inside of me.” I fervently wished that my wrists were free so that I could touch this man’s face. Caress his naked and slightly furry chest. But since I couldn’t I settled for caressing his upper body and face with my eyes. “Please, sir, don’t stop.”