Teach Me: Sinful Desires Page 2

  Naiya rolled her eyes. She scooted her chair noisily in close to the table. Her copper bracelets jangled from her wrists. “Well damn, Dez. Why do you do that? Bet you ordered a salad too.”

  Destini blanched. “Sorry, I thought––”

  “You know I love you, but can you please eat your bird food alone? I’m a meat-and-potatoes girl. What if I wanted the patty melt today? Girl, look at these place settings, did you do this. You did do this! We aren’t dining at the Taj Mahal.”

  “The patty melt is not on the menu anymore,” Destini chuckled, ignoring the dig.

  “No?” Naiya grinned. Several ladies shot them disapproving glances. Those closest cut their eyes when Destini tried to give an apologetic smile. Naiya remained oblivious. She exuded so much confidence that if she caught the stares she would take it as flattery, attributing it to her charm and good looks. It’s one of the reasons Destini loved her so much; she felt bolder and more daring with her friend, invisible when she wasn’t near.

  “So, I’m missing Carson barking and throwing his weight around today, huh?” Naiya asked. She frowned at the martini the waiter delivered. “I’ll have a vodka tonic.”

  The server’s nose creased. He made a wet smacking noise in distaste as his gaze traveled over her, to which Naiya narrowed hers. “Just bring me the goddamn drink minus the attitude, okay?”

  He switched off.

  “What the hell is his problem? You better not tip him,” Naiya grumbled.

  Destini checked her watch. Naiya was right. Carson was on the warpath, and her giving notice only made her his moving target. He announced in the staff meeting this morning that she’d have to take on the Media Center as well as her class load now, since Ms. Daniels was out with the flu. That translated to spending her last two weeks at Wellington Elementary School inventorying all the new books according to the Dewey Decimal System.

  “Hello? You there?” Naiya waved her hand in Destini’s face.

  She forced a smile and nodded.

  “The real question is, why would you blow off another teacher work day when you know how important these planning days are?”

  Naiya shrugged. “Something more important came up. Something I did for you. It’s time.”

  “Time for what?” Destini asked.

  “You won’t believe this.” Naiya reached for her purse. Curious, Destini watched as her friend dug deep to remove a folded piece of paper. It was then passed over the table to her like a secret note in class. “Check this out!”

  Destini opened it. At first, she thought it was a printed email. On closer inspection, she found it to be a printed Evite.

  You are cordially invited to:

  “Let’s make it Rain: Time to let the good girl freak flag fly.”

  To her astonishment, three of her latest novels were listed below. “What’s this?”

  “Destini, there are events just like this one popping up everywhere. Reading circles. There are women of all races coming together to have ‘passion’ parties and read excerpts from your books.” She formed air quotes for emphasis.

  Destini beamed a big smile. No one but Naiya, her publisher, and a few in her publishing house knew who she was. To the erotic subculture, she was simply Rain. And her stories of Rain’s escapades could turn a gay man straight, or so the blogging community said.

  “Wow… just wow. And you got an email for it?” Destini asked.

  “Girl, I got three different emails. I’m telling you. This stuff is hot right now. It’s spreading everywhere. Everywhere!” Naiya nodded for her to check the second and third page. She did and covered her mouth to keep from giggling. Her friend winked. It was all so wicked! She had crossed over. When, she didn’t know, but she had.

  “Rumor has it that your character, Rain, is going to be in some leg splitting, throw down, coochie screaming, sheeeeit in the next book only to find out that her lover is her old boss from the department store she worked at.”

  “Hey? Nai!” Destini hushed her.

  Naiya laughed, accepting her drink with the arrival of their salads. Destini shook her head. “Forward me the emails. I want to show them to my editor. This is really cool. Doesn’t quite pay the bills yet but––”

  “That’s because you won’t go public. If you take this mainstream, you’d be the hottest thing on the shelves instead of this e-book stuff. Your books really are that good. Hell, even I got my own private stash to take notes from on my iPhone. Though I might have to collect royalties soon from you for that scene with Rain backstage at that comedy show.”

  “That wasn’t you,” Destini smiled.

  “Mmmhmm.”

  “So is this your secret project? Why would you miss work to show me this?” Destini asked. Her friend could afford to quit if she wanted too. But Naiya took her job seriously.

  Naiya ate hurriedly. Ranch dressing dripped on her chin as she chewed a mouth full of chicken cutlets and spinach salad. For someone so beautiful, pampered, desired she was amazingly unrefined. It was all an act and it was silly. Destini shook her head. Naiya drank her water and then her vodka, avoiding the question. Her gaze shifted to the window and the street beyond, then finally returned to Destini. She sat back and swallowed. With a dab to the side of her mouth, she batted her lashes and put on that innocent look that Destini knew meant trouble.

  “What did you do?” Destini pressed.

  “I met with the book club president of these little events. I booked you.” Naiya said.

  “You did WHAT?” she gasped.

  As heads turned, Destini closed her mouth but didn’t blink. Her eyes remained wide with shock, betrayal, and mounting anger. She narrowed them and leaned forward. “No you did not!”

  “I did,” Naiya said.

  “Why?”

  “You know why,” she replied.

  “You had no right to do that. Did you give them my name? Tell them about me? If the school––”

  “No, no, no. I just said that you would come and do a reading. It’s causing all kinds of press. The party attendance grew from fifteen to three-hundred overnight. Dez, they want to know who you are. It’s time for you to follow your dream.”

  “I am following my dream. I’m going to Gaylor Prep.” Destini reminded her.

  “I knew it. It’s gotten worse since Russell. This thing with you hiding behind that laptop. He was a pompous jerk and not worth this.”

  “Here we go.”

  “Destini, listen to me. You’re talented. People would pay to meet and learn from you. It’s time.”

  “No, you listen. My timetable is mine! You don’t tell me what to do and how to do it. How dare you go against my wishes like this? You’ve gone too far.” She threw her napkin up on the table and went for her wallet in her purse. “For the record, it has nothing to do with Russell. I was writing before I knew him, before I knew you. I know what my dreams are, Naiya. If you were a friend, you wouldn’t try to measure them. To hell with this, take your own advice and focus on your own insecurities! We both know you got them.”

  “What are you doing?” Naiya asked.

  “Leaving. I have to get back to work. Don’t have a trust fund to fall back on to pay the bills.”

  “Shit! That hurt girl. Dez, please don’t go. I’m sorry. I went about this wrong.”

  Destini’s chest tightened. A flood of emotions hit her at once, threatening to take her under. Her mother’s disapproval, Russell’s disgust, her boss’s censure… all of it at once.

  “Enjoy your lunch.” She scrambled to get out before the tears came.

  “Sit down,” Naiya begged. “Sit down, or I’ll make a scene. You know I will.”

  Destini cut her eyes but sat back down. Naiya leaned in, her voice low and her gaze apologetic. “Okay, I went too far. I should have cleared it with you, but for once will you get over what people think and look at what you’ve done. What you created.”

  “I could lose my job!” Destini told her.

  “You could lose your soul by going
to Gaylor Prep,” Naiya tossed back at her.

  “Don’t be so melodramatic.”

  “I’m serious, Dez. Something has to shake you up. Wake you up. I thought finally dumping that loser Russell would do it. I thought you were getting stronger.”

  “Back off, Naiya.”

  “I love you, damn it. Nothing about this is wrong.” She pointed a finger at the discarded invitation. “What’s wrong is you hiding your talent like some dirty little secret. Name a time you’ve done anything remotely daring like Rain?”

  “That’s just it, damn it! They’re characters. Fiction. Fantasy. Sometimes things are best left between the pages of a book and not acted upon,” Destini said.

  “Forget the book signing, okay. I get anonymity and all. How about something even better? How about you do something for you. Strictly selfish, completely ballsy, a last hoorah in the city before you slip into the burbs and become a teacher-bot? Something to free you… wait, just wait a second… here.” She dug deep in her wallet and removed a platinum business card with raised lettering. The sun from the café window caused it to gleam against the white tablecloth. Destini studied it.

  “What is this?” Destini asked.

  “My membership card for Club Ajani.”

  “Naiya, what on earth are you doing going there?” Destini knew about the place because Naiya had moaned about trying to get in for over a year. Now she had a platinum card?

  “I met the owner and made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.” She winked then sipped her vodka.

  “Why are you giving me this?”

  Naiya shrugged. “I want you to go. One night. Just go and let your hair down. Do something for you. Then I can die happy.”

  Destini sighed. She shook her head in disbelief.

  “How can you write about a life you have never seen? Never explored?”

  “The same way you can hide from a life that most people would dream of, like its some dirty little secret.” Destini said.

  Naiya only smiled. “This isn’t about me. This is about you.”

  There was some truth in Naiya’s words. How could she deny the natural high that came with writing the sexual liberation she claimed not to need? And why was she so afraid to partake in it?

  When Destini began writing about Rain, she was just some bad girl she could throw up to different blog sites. She would often giggle at the responses over the scenes she wrote. It had become a pastime when Russell was away on one of his ‘trips’ or when the stress of molding young impressionable minds had left her numb.

  “You’re considering it,” Naiya grinned, forking more salad.

  “I really do have to go,” Destini said. She tried to rise. Naiya snatched her purse. She forced the VIP card down in the bag and closed it. She handed it over with a triumphant grin. “Make it Rain, girl! Make it Rain!”

  Destini kissed her friend on the cheek and breezed out. Make it Rain indeed. She had no desire to release her inner freak. Whoever or whatever that would mean.

  Three

  He pushed her arms over her head. It was his turn to force submission.. She never even asked him his real name. Instead she called him slave. He forced his will on her a day ago and she intended to forget his aggression after the night. He was nothing to her, and somehow that turned her on. For now, he says it’s enough.

  Rain flicked her tongue at him. She wanted him to go there. Prayed he would. His face came in slow, until her vision lost focus and her lids grew heavy. There was a static charge ignited by the brushing of their lips. It sent a current all the way to her throbbing core. She shivered.

  “You like games… time for you to understand the danger in teasing a man like me.” His words were hot and steamy as his lips brushed across hers, his tongue slipped inside her mouth, thick yet smooth. She clenched her hands into fists, tightening his hold around her wrists. Thighs, carved of stone, forced hers apart so he could settle between them. His thickness rubbed against her, parting the lips of her vagina, revealing her sensitive clit. Her eyes rolled at the stimulation.

  “Yeah, you like that? Don’t you? Admit it. Say it, Rain.”

  Rain released a soft sigh of submission. She would give him nothing. The roles were reversed. It was a new game. And it was his idea. Why did she agree? Something about his eyes behind the mask made her compelled to do so. This time he had to take it. Hopefully, he’d do her with bone crushing force and prove himself to be the man he boasted of when he proposed this scene. He released her hands and his lips brushed under her chin to the small “V” at the base of her neck, over her supple skin, and even lower. Much lower. She arched into it. The dark points of her nipples arrowed north... He smelled of sex and smoky Bourbon. Rain groaned.

  His lips met their target, his lust so strong he nearly bit into her tender flesh. He would take her, but where should he begin? Such supple tenderness beneath him, his animalistic desires began to cloud his judgment. One part of him didn’t want to hurt her, the other half wanted to devour her. His hesitation as he warred with himself was a mistake.

  Rain shoved him, hard. He bounded backwards, and she shot up, her eyes ablaze with anger.

  “To hell with this… you don’t know what you’re doing.”

  Stunned, he watched her rise from the bed. She searched for her things, cursing under her breath. She was leaving. She wasn’t a submissive. But for a brief moment he saw it in her eyes her desire to be. He couldn’t let her go. He’d worked to hard to gain her trust. And she still didn’t know his true identity. Damn it he couldn’t let it end this way. He was her junkie, and he needed this fix. “Rain…wait, damn it. Get back here. Now.”

  She ignored him. Her long, black-polished fingernails struggled with the back clasp of her bra. Charged by something he couldn’t name, he leapt from the bed, grabbing her by the long dreadlocks that cascaded to the middle of her back. Rain hissed but made no move to resist. As he turned her back to the bed, the bra slipped from her shoulders, then down her arms and dropped away. With hands full of her dark thick locks, he spoke through gritted teeth into her ear.

  “I know what to do with it, darling, and I plan to show you,” he said.

  He pushed his foot between her legs, kicked her feet apart, and shoved her face-first into the bed. She laughed, and it enraged and excited him. Soon she’d be singing a different tune. His hand palmed her wet, sticky vagina, finding her ready. He wanted to bury his tongue in her snatch, and feast. But first, her submission had to be complete. Licking his palm, he wet his cock with one hand and grabbed her hip with another. It was as if she knew his intention and did nothing to shy away from it. Instead, she rolled her hips, tempting him in slow circular motions. She tossed her thick locks, and teased him with a challenging stare over her shoulder.

  He slapped the side of her ass hard, the sting radiating warmth through his palm. She groaned. “No, Rain, the pussy is mine. So is… aw yea… this!” He thrust and forced a startled cry to escape her as he plunged deep into her. The tightness nearly dropped him to his knees. Rain, too, buckled.

  Shooting his hips forward, he went balls deep and Rain held firm. Too many torturous nights with her and she never granted him the pleasure. Maybe he should confess. Reveal who he really is. Though every muscle in her body tensed, her weakness for him was evident in the way she now groaned with pleasure. Her back dipped. He pressed down on the back of her head, once again forcing her face into the mattress, stifling her cries of pleasure and torture as he pounded mercilessly into her ass. Eventually, she dropped under the force and he went with her. She accepted him working in and out until muscles she rarely used stretched and obeyed. His cock, jerked, it sent contractions through his pelvis. He nearly exploded twice.

  He heard her whimpers, her pleas, her grunts, and felt her thrashing, but he beat into her ass with such a fierce need that his mouth watered. He spared her no relief. Spared himself none. His balls were soothed by the sweet feel of her slippery, clenching channel. Damn, she was coming. Her wet heat turned hi
m inside out into a wild man.

  And when he feared he’d gone too far, he forced himself to ease back, stroking her pussy in a more controlled rhythm. She mewed like a good little kitten and rode the deepest wave of pleasure with him…

  It was time to tell her who he really was.

  The bell blast of a ringing phone shattered her concentration.

  “Naiya, this better be good,” Destini snatched up the phone and hissed into the receiver.

  “Naiya? You two still friends? Never understood that one,” a smooth, deep voice chuckled through the line.

  “Russell?”

  “I saw you today, Flower Girl.”

  Destini removed her glasses, slowly. Her heart sank, and her throat went dry. She was sure he hadn’t seen her. She was positive her little duck and dodge mission between oleanders and birds of paradise went unnoticed. Now she shuddered with silent humiliation. “I uhm, I was in a hurry.”

  Laughter, soft but teasing, filled the receiver and burned the outer shell of her ear.

  “What do you want?” she asked.

  “To see you,” he said in a deeper voice.

  “No.”

  “Why? Someone there in my place?” he asked.

  “No,” she said too quickly. She slapped her forehead with her open palm, she sighed. “I don’t want to see you because I’m not interested.”

  “Mmm… what are you doing?” he asked.

  “That’s none of your––”

  “Writing? Tucking those little wicked desires safely into that computer? I’ve been on your blogs. Read some of your latest.”

  “How did you––”

  “I always knew about your writing, Destini; we lived together, remember?”

  He never said anything before and had never inquired about her writing. Not once. Pretty much ignored it. Not only did he know but he read her stories. Shit! Shit! She loathed and loved him still. She hated herself for it.

  “Destini, we never––”

  “Look. I don’t have time for this. It’s over. I told you not to call, and I meant it,” she said firmly, with her spine straight and her backbone intact.