Chapter 7
Cain
Today is an easy day, mostly because I don’t have many students to deal with. Just Sierra, Tess, and Dominic—my older brother—which makes it easier to keep things organized and actually focus on each of them without having to split my attention too much.
I stay near the edge of the pool, keeping an eye on all three while I explain the basics, adjusting things depending on how each of them reacts to the water, since it’s obvious from the start that they’re all at different levels, not that Dom actually needs swimming lessons—the asshole is just here because he couldn’t wait to see Sierra again.
“Stay on this side for now,” I tell Sierra, gesturing lightly toward the shallower half of the pool. “The other side gets deeper pretty quickly.”
She gives a small nod, not arguing, which is…
unexpected, but I don’t comment on it. Tess, on the other hand, should know better by now.
She’s been to enough of my classes to handle most of this without help, but she still asks questions she doesn’t need answers to, still hesitates at the right moments, still plays it off like she’s unsure, just to keep my attention on her longer than necessary.
I let her. There are moments when she pisses me off, but I let it slide. Her perfect little body makes that easier, and if I’m being honest… I might sin a little with her, at least until I get to Sierra.
“Dom, keep an eye on Sierra for a minute, I need to talk to Tess,”I glance toward my brother before giving Tess a small tilt of my head, signaling for her to follow me.
Dom glances at her, a faint smirk pulling at his lips.
“Don’t worry… I’ll keep a close eye on her.”
Tess gets out of the pool quickly, grabbing her towel as she pats her skin dry in a way that makes my blood heat up.
Yeah… She’s not getting away this time.
She comes closer, and I casually rest my arm over her shoulders, guiding her toward the stairs that lead up to my office.
“What do you want to talk about, Professor?” she asks, teasing.
Professor.
That’s new.
Up until now… It’s always been simply Cain.
Once I’m sure nobody can see us, I turn to her sharply, my hand settling around her throat, firm but controlled, as I lean in until my mouth hovers dangerously close to hers.
“Professor, huh?” I murmur, a faint smirk pulling at my mouth. “Maybe it’s time the professor teaches you something new.”
She gives me a dangerous smile, like she already knows exactly where this is going, and without hesitation, she grabs my cock through my shorts, squeezing it, a soft moan slipping past her lips when she realizes I’m already hard.
I pull her into me and claim her mouth, the kiss deepening instantly, our tongues meeting in a slow, heated rhythm that leaves no room to think. She keeps stroking me, not missing a beat, while my hands roam over her body until I free her from her bra in one smooth motion.
I lift her into my arms and turn, pressing her back against the wall as I hold her there. My hands move to her thighs, gripping them while my mouth traces along her neck, slowly working its way down until I reach her chest, where I suck and bite at her nipples until a soft cry slips from her lips.
I give her a few more seconds to enjoy the high before I let go, watching as she drops hard onto the floor.
“What the hell, Cain?!” she fires back, anger flashing in her eyes.
I let out a small laugh before easing my painfully hard cock free, letting it hang just inches from her face.
“It’s time for your lesson, little devil,” I breathe out against her skin.
Then I grab her by the hair and pull her toward me, brushing her lips lightly with the slickness already coating my cock.
Her eyes widen, like she’s caught completely off guard, but the hesitation doesn’t last. Within a second, she parts her lips and wraps them around my cock, a soft moan slipping out as she takes me in.
“Good girl, Tess. Let’s see what that mouth can do,” I say, my voice low as I push forward, the sudden depth drawing a sharp reaction from her, her breath catching as she struggles to adjust.
I hold her head with both hands and set the pace, pushing deeper and faster inside her mouth. The way she struggles against me, trying to free herself, only drives me further. She tries to pull back, pressing against my thighs, chasing a breath that I don’t give her. But I don’t stop.
She wanted this, didn’t she?
She’s been flirting with me for months.
There’s no turning back now.
I keep moving until my knees start to weaken, my vision blurring at the edges before I finally pull back. I catch her face in my hands, holding her in place as I look down at her, my breath still uneven.
“You’d better not miss a single drop… or I won’t be as gentle next time.”I hold her gaze, letting the warning settle heavily between us before I finally move.
She freezes for half a second, but then she obeys, slowly parting her lips, her tongue sliding out.
Good God.
I watch her closely, completely unable to tear my attention away from her face as pleasure drags low through me, a rough sound leaving my throat while I leave her marked exactly the way I wanted.
She swallows, then lifts her hand to wipe at her eyes, blinking a few times as she tries to clear her vision.
“Oops… naughty me. Looks like I aimed a little too high.” I say, clearly enjoying myself.
She lets out a shaky breath, blinking a few times before looking up at me. “Next time… aim better.”
“Cute.” A faint smirk pulls at my mouth. “There won’t be a next time.” I add, already tucking myself back into my pants like it meant nothing.
Her smile falters almost instantly before she drops her gaze.
“Wow,” she lets out quietly. “You really know how to ruin the mood.”
“Not at all,” I say, amused. “I’m in a great mood.” I shoot her a quick look, the hint of a grin threatening at the corner of my lips. “Who knew that mouth of yours had a better use than talking nonsense.”
“Wow… you really are a jerk,” she says under her breath, frustration slipping through anyway.
“No, I’m not. I’m just not into you,” I add, my tone flat. “Figured this was the easiest way to make you understand.” I spread my hands a little. “And don’t act like a hurt puppy now. It’s not like I forced you. You wanted this just as much as I did.”
She rolls her eyes, clearly annoyed. “Whatever. What did you want to talk about?” she asks, trying to change the subject.
“Oh, right. Congrats… you graduated,” I say casually. “You don’t need lessons anymore.” I pause, watching her reaction. “Consider this your last one.”
“What do you mean, graduated? We’re not in school! I’m paying for every lesson,” she snaps, irritation creeping into her voice. “You can’t just kick me out.”
I brush a strand of hair behind her ear, the gesture soft, almost gentle.
“Yes, I can,” I reply calmly. “It’s my business. I choose my clients.” Then I press a light kiss to her forehead before stepping back. “Now go grab your stuff,” I add, already done with the conversation. “I’ve already called you a taxi. It’s outside—don’t keep him waiting.”
She lets out a short scoff. “No, thanks. I came with Sierra, I’ll leave with her.”
“As you wish,” I reply, unfazed. “But Sierra still has two hours of class left. You’re welcome to wait for her outside.”
“Fine,” she shoots back. “You’d better tell Sierra it’s your fault I didn’t wait for her, asshole.” Then she spins on her heel and marches off toward the locker room, muttering something under her breath the entire way.
“Of course, boss! Anything for you!” I call after her, the reaction almost pulling a laugh out of me.
The door barely closes behind her before my expression settles. Now let’s just hope my crazy brother hasn’t done anything out of line to Sierra. At least not yet. The son of a bitch has the patience of a ticking bomb. And he never waits longer than he has to.
Which means whatever he’s planning… he’s already started.