The air in the mansion that night was thick with tension. Kasmine sat curled on the couch, still flushed from their earlier teasing. Bryce leaned against the wall, his shirt halfway unbuttoned, a glass of whiskey forgotten on the table. His sharp eyes lingered on her, hungry, dark, and unyielding.
"Come here," he ordered, voice low and dangerous.
Her heart pounded as she stood, walking slowly toward him. The closer she came, the more she felt her knees weaken under his gaze. When she stopped in front of him, Bryce tilted her chin up, his thumb brushing her bottom lip.
"You're mine, Kasmine," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "But being mine means learning how to please me."
Her lips parted, shy and nervous. "P-please you?"
A smirk curved his mouth. He guided her hand slowly down his chest, across his abs, lower until her palm pressed against the hardness straining beneath his trousers. Heat rushed to her cheeks, but he didn't let her pull away.
"That's right," he whispered darkly. "Feel how hard I am for you? That's what you do to me. And tonight, I'm going to teach you all the dirty, nasty things I like… until you can drive me insane without even trying."
Her breath hitched, her fingers trembling against him.
"First," he murmured, kissing the side of her neck, sucking just hard enough to make her moan, "you learn to use your hands. Grip me. Slow… then tight." He guided her movements until she obeyed, and the deep groan that escaped his throat made her thighs press together.
"Good girl," Bryce praised, his voice husky. "Now on your knees."
Her eyes widened, but the authority in his tone left no room for hesitation. She sank to the floor before him, looking up with flushed cheeks and trembling lips. Bryce unzipped his trousers with deliberate slowness, his erection straining free, thick and demanding.
Kasmine gasped softly. "It's… too big."
He chuckled, dark and low. "You'll learn. Open your mouth."
When she obeyed, Bryce slid his hand into her hair, guiding her gently but firmly. "That's it… take me in. Slow. Good girl. Use your tongue… just like that." His head fell back with a growl of pleasure, her innocence mixing with his filthy instructions driving him wild.
He tugged her hair back slightly, forcing her eyes to meet his. "Look at me when you do it. I want to see those pretty eyes while you make me lose my mind."
Her lips tightened around him, her tongue working the way he taught her, and the raw, desperate sound that tore from his throat made her body burn.
"Fuck, Kasmine…" Bryce's voice was hoarse, his control snapping bit by bit. He pulled her up suddenly, crashing his lips against hers, tasting himself on her tongue as he devoured her mouth.
When he finally broke the kiss, his breathing was ragged, his voice deep and harsh. "Lesson one," he whispered, his thumb smearing her swollen lips, "you learn to make me hard… and keep me begging for more."
The lessons didn't stop at words. Bryce wanted action, wanted her to practice. His voice was low, dangerous, but laced with a thrill that sent shivers crawling down her spine.
"Do it again," he ordered, his hand guiding hers, making her repeat the move until she got it right. "No hesitation, Kasmine. I want you shameless."
She swallowed, her cheeks burning, but the way his eyes locked on her made refusal impossible. Her body trembled, not from fear, but from how much heat coiled inside her.
"Good girl," he murmured when she obeyed, his approval rough, addicting. His lips brushed her ear, his breath hot as he whispered filthy instructions, telling her exactly what he wanted her to do next. The words were indecent, wicked things she'd never imagined herself saying or doing but under his guidance, she tried them, again and again.
Every gasp that slipped from him was like a prize, fueling her to keep going, to impress him.
"Look at you…" Bryce chuckled darkly, his hand gripping her chin, forcing her eyes up to meet his. "My little student's getting better. Hungry to please me. Say it say you love learning all these nasty things for me."
Her lips trembled as she confessed, her voice husky, shame mixing with want. "I… I love it."
He smirked, claiming her mouth in a bruising kiss, tasting her surrender. Then, pulling back just enough to make her crave more, he gave the next command, his tone dripping with dominance.
"On your knees, sweetheart. Lesson two starts now."
Her knees hit the floor, soft against the rug, but the way Bryce towered over her sent a dangerous thrill coursing through her veins. His hand threaded into her hair, tugging just enough to make her gasp.
"That's it," he said, voice thick, commanding. "Now, don't just do it… enjoy it. Make me feel like you were born for this."
Kasmine's throat went dry, but she nodded, her hands trembling as they rested against his thighs. She obeyed, following the shameless instructions he'd been drilling into her. Every filthy correction from his lips pushed her deeper into the act, until her embarrassment melted into something hotter, rawer.
He groaned, low and rough, the sound vibrating through her as he held her exactly where he wanted her. "Yes… that's it. Look at you already better than I expected."
The praise lit something dangerous inside her, and she pushed herself further, surprising even him. His grip tightened in her hair, his breath breaking into a sharp curse.
"Greedy little thing," he rasped, half-growl, half-moan. "You're going to ruin me if you keep that up."
She pulled back for air, lips wet, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy with heat. "Teach me more…" she whispered, breathless but desperate. "I want to be perfect for you."
Bryce's jaw clenched, his control slipping at her words. He hauled her up, crushing her against him, kissing her like a man possessed. His voice was ragged when he finally broke away.
"Lesson three," he growled, tossing her onto the bed with a dark smirk. "Now I teach you how to take me like a good wife should."
And this time, it wasn't just practice. It was the real thing.