Doing Wright (Teach Me #1)

  Teach Me: Book 1

  Doing Wright

  Raven Clark

  Doing Wright Copyright © 2015 by Raven Clark

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  Published in Cooperation with Heatstroke Press.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, corporations, institutions, organizations, events or locales in this novel are either the product of the author's imagination or, if real, used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead) is entirely coincidental.

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  Author’s Note

  To my readers,

  All of the erotic romances I write are fiction, intended to fulfill a fantasy for readers, and as such, should never, ever be applied to real life. Erotica and Romances are based on a celebration of love, not reality, so relationships are squeezed into a vastly compact timeframe. More so with a short story like this. Thus, much of the normal negotiating that should go on between a Dom and a sub in a healthy BDSM relationship doesn’t occur in this book.

  No matter what you’re into, never, ever, engage in the sort of behavior the characters in this book engage in with a stranger. You are worthy of a healthy, lasting relationship, and those take time. Always make sure you know your Dom or sub well. Safe, sane, consensual.

  This book contains impact play, in this case spanking. Any form of impact play can be dangerous if not applied correctly. Never enter into a scene involving such with an untrained partner, or participate in a scene without a clearly established safe word. Communication between a Dom and sub is key. Both parties need to know what the other wants from a scene, and what they don’t. In a story, we can let go and feel safe, knowing that when the story is over, our normal lives will be as they were. In real life, BDSM cannot be rushed without serious risk to all involved.

  It is my wish that each and every one of you find love and lasting happiness with that special someone. And even after you do, please come back and visit with the hot Doms of my worlds and the strong-willed subs who love them.

  For the love of my life, my real life hero.

  Always.

  Table of Contents

  Author’s Note

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 1

  Jacy shut the front door and kicked off her high heels with a sigh. Was there a worse reminder that her social life was DOA than studying on her birthday? What had she been thinking, letting Diana drink that much? Thanks to her friend’s over indulgence, she’d driven Diana home and ended girls’ night early. Now, instead of dancing at Slappy’s on her nineteenth, she’d be cramming for tomorrow’s English Lit test. How depressing was that?

  Too lazy to change out of her dress, she searched her bedroom for her school bag, but didn’t see it anywhere. “Shit.” She pushed a hand through her blond curls. Twice this week she’d forgotten her bag at the college, and she needed one of her books for the test. The last thing she wanted was to drive an hour into the city to get the bag from Professor Wright’s classroom. At almost nine at night, he would be gone and the room would be locked.

  But if it isn’t, and he’s still there…

  Heat coursed through her as the image of her professor rose up in her mind, and Jacy flopped onto her bed with a groan. She had to think of him now.

  Mr. Wright wasn’t just sexy. He was the kind of hot that made you wonder how many other girls in his class wanted to slip their fingers into their panties while he talked.

  He was also the kind of older man she had a weakness for, the kind that would leave her shattered when things got too serious.

  Even so, she couldn’t help imagining Wright finding her in the quiet classroom alone. Especially in this skimpy, scarlet dress. The kind that showcased her curvaceous figure. His heavy oak desk was perfect for bending her over, hiking up her skirt, and taking her hard and fast from behind. She could almost feel his huge hand in her hair, pinning her down, that fabulous, rumbling voice telling her what a nasty girl she was for coming to his classroom dressed like that, she was asking for his cock.

  Oh, fuck. Her pussy tightened. A man like him would know just how to pound her to release.

  Jacy gave herself a violent shake and jerked upright. Every time she’d gotten involved with an older man it had ended in disaster. With her getting burned when the guy inevitably decided she was too young and inexperienced for him.

  Wright had to be at least ten years her senior. He’d never do anything to a student. He was always the picture of professionalism. Strong, disciplinary professionalism. Mmm…

  Someone pounded on the front door and Jacy jumped. Who would be knocking on her parents’ door this time of night?

  Downstairs, she looked through the glass in the door. Her breath caught, heat spreading through her like lava. Professor Wright stood on her front porch, holding up her schoolbag.

  Jacy opened the door.

  “You left this behind. Again, Miss Davidson.”

  She swallowed. He was here. Standing right in front of her in all his glory. His dark blond hair glowed golden in porch light, and he took up the whole doorway. Even with that permanent scowl, like he was always on the verge of slamming a ruler on a desk, he was still delicious. In fact, that cool, hard look only made her wonder how his palm would feel smacking her backside.

  Crap. Already, her mind was spinning, trying to come up with a way to get him in her house. Anything to end up alone with him.

  Before she could say something catastrophically stupid, Jacy snatched the bag out of his hand. “Th—thank you, Professor.”

  For an instant, their fingers brushed and heat raced up her arm. The electricity only underscored how dangerous it was for her to be around him now. She stepped back from the door, ready to shut it in his face.

  “You might want to consider another excuse to see me, Miss Davidson. Leaving your bag behind three times? You’re getting obvious.”

  Jacy’s jaw dropped. Mortification and indignation tore into her. How dare he! She hadn’t left her bag on purpose just for an excuse to see him. She hadn’t. Had she?

  “It was only twice, sir. And don’t flatter yourself. I’m a busy student. I forget things.”

  His eyes danced with rare amusement. The curve of a smile on his well-shaped mouth almost looked out of place. It gave him a charming, roguish look, much less imposing. Her bare feet curled on the tile floor.

  “Right. See you tomorrow in class. Nice dress, by the way.”

  Jacy huffed at his arrogance. The compliment sent an unwelcome shockwave through her. She would have shut the door on him, but her indignation wouldn’t allow him to walk off without cutting him down to size.

  “You’re the one who drove an hour out here to drop off a student’s bag. Are you sure you didn’t just want to see me, sir?”

  Holy shit. Had she actually said that? Ground, swallow me now.

  But Wright turned and that curve on his mouth deepened. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Miss Davidson?”

  She stared. It wasn’t a denial. His gaze took in her shape, the way the bodice of her dress cupped her generou
s breasts, the way it flared at her curvy hips.

  She needed to say something, anything to slice that arrogance in half, but nothing came.

  “Good night, Miss Davidson.”

  Son of a bitch. Her muscles coiled tight with every step he took down the stairs. She pushed out a breath.

  “You came here for more than my bag, Professor, and you know it.”

  A soft chuckle drifted up from him. Then he turned and stalked back up the steps, stopping so close she could feel the heat of him. He loomed darkly over her.

  “Get inside, young lady.”

  When she lifted her chin, he leaned in, so close his breath fanned her face. It smelled faintly of the peppermint gum he always had on his desk.

  “It’s not safe for a girl like you to be out here at night. The big , bad wolf might eat you.”

  “The big…” She bit off a retort. The nerve of him. She did live on the outskirts of town, but she could take care of herself. “Just as I thought. You wouldn’t know what to do with me.”

  Fucking crap, why was she baiting him? Surely there was a better way to get him in her bed than to piss him off. Besides, it didn’t work. Wright turned and strode down the steps to his car. He shook that gorgeous head, flashing a smile up at her. Seeing that sexy grin was like watching the heavens open up.

  Without another word, he slipped into his car and shut the door, starting the vehicle. Jacy made an angry sound and shut the front door, hard. How dare he assume she wanted him, and worse, that she was some naïve little girl who didn’t know danger when she saw it. When she saw him again, it would be all she could do not to rip him a new one.

  His car shut off and silence ensued. She scrunched her brows. He couldn’t still be out there. Why would he be?

  Heavy footsteps stomped up her parents’ front steps. Knuckles thumped on the door. Cursing, she jerked it open.

  Wright darkened her doorway.

  “Professor, what—”

  His arm snaked around her waist before she could finish, pulling her hard against his muscular frame. Raw desire flashed in his dark grey eyes.

  “You want to see what I could do with you?” His voice was a rumble.

  Before Jacy could reply, Wright’s mouth crushed hers.

  CHAPTER 2

  The moment his mouth possessed hers, shock bolted through her, and Jacy stiffened against Wright’s frame. She’d baited him, but it was a knee jerk attempt to get back at him for his arrogance. She hadn’t expected him to take her challenge seriously.

  Holy shit, if boys could kiss like this, it might have been easier to stay away from older men. Hard and demanding, his lips roved over hers with complete confidence. His mouth forced her lips apart with an expert’s skill, his hot tongue spearing inside, as if he had every right to kiss her.

  Weakness spread through Jacy’s whole body until her knees threatened to fold under her.

  Slowly, the implications of what was happening sank in. Jacy tried to pull away, to turn her face to the side. Wright growled a warning and his arm tightened around her waist, trapping her against his hard frame. His other hand drove into her hair, fingers tangling in her pale curls as he held her head in place. Jacy’s senses reeled. His tongue plundered, devouring.

  When he lifted his head at last, Jacy stared at him, chest heaving against his. She wished she could hide his affect on her.

  “I could have your job, you know. I could report you.”

  Wow, what a bitchy thing to say. She would never have done it, wouldn’t ruin a man’s life that way, but her mind scrambled for a way to gain the upper hand in a situation spiraling out of her control.

  “But you won’t.” His voice was a soft purr.

  “Wouldn’t I?”

  “Would you?”

  She blinked at him, watching his scowl deepen, the lines bracketing his mouth. The hint of concern in his voice took her aback. She could see it in his eyes, the awareness he was crossing a line, the hope that she wouldn’t make him pay for wanting her. Somehow, the vulnerability touched her heart.

  “I…I…”

  One of his thumbs traced her mouth. “This is the only choice you get, young lady. Let me in, and I’ll give you the night you know you want. Or, let me leave now, and always wonder what if.”

  Jacy’s throat went dry. She could just imagine all the things this man could do to her in the next few hours until her parents came home. Man, why the hell hadn’t she gotten her own place?

  She pressed herself against him slowly. Muscle and power rippled under his denims, his button-up shirt. His scent filled her nostrils, a masculine, spicy aroma that made her think of crackling fires and long, hot nights.

  He quirked a brow. She slid her arms around his neck, flashing her best seductive smile.

  “What are you waiting for, Professor?”

  His hands slid around her waist, but stopped, and he nodded at the house behind her. “Is this your house?”

  “No, it’s my dad’s. No one will be home until midnight. I’m all yours.”

  “You’re sure? I don’t want an angry father putting a gun in my face before morning.”

  “Have a lot of experiences with angry dads, Professor Wright?” She hid her worry with a smile. She hoped she wasn’t just one in a long line of students he’d seduced.

  “No, none. But that’s what I would do if I found a man like me with my daughter if I had one.”

  His protectiveness, and his open admission he wouldn’t be happy to find his offspring with a man like him made her chuckle. There was an honesty to him she hadn’t expected.

  She settled against him and ran her palm down the side of his face, loving the smooth, hard feel of it. “Don’t worry, Professor. My dad doesn’t own a gun, and you’ll be gone before he comes home.”

  Well. That sounded sluttier than she intended, but it wasn’t like this could become a meaningful relationship, not with what it could cost him if the school found out. She didn’t want him thinking she’d cry for three days when he didn’t call her after.

  “Message received, Miss Davidson.” He backed her slowly into the hallway and pushed the door shut. His huge frame, at least a foot taller than her five and a half feet, towered over her, blocking the door.

  He was in her house. No turning back now.

  “Now that we know where each other stands.” He stalked slowly to her while she backed up smirking all the way to the stairs. “Come here.”

  A shiver of delight raced through at the way he said that, like a threat.

  “Work for it, Professor. Come and get me.”

  Wright broke the space between them in one tread. He snatched her wrist, jerking her to him so hard she gasped. His calloused palms felt so good she imagined them massaging her breasts, exploring every inch of her. His other hand ran over her cheek, eyes drinking her in as if he couldn’t get enough. Her toes curled.

  “Don’t toy with me, young lady.”

  “Why not? Don’t you like a challenge?”

  One of his thumbs swiped over her lips. “So mouthy. Gorgeous, but mouthy.”

  Before she could reply, he scooped her into his arms easily and strode for the stairs to her bedroom. “I’ll put that mouth to better use.”

  Jacy let out a low groan, desire licking between her legs at the thought of all the things he’d make her do to him. “I like the sound of that.”

  His eyes darkened with hunger. “Good. I’m going to enjoy my time inside you.”

  CHAPTER 3

  When Professor Wright set her down and surveyed the bedroom, insecurity bit at her. The pink frills on the bed, the bubble gum pink carpet. God, the rainbow and star name plaque on the door. For the first time, she wished she’d changed the décor after leaving for college.

  Wright took the room in with such a deadpan stare she had no idea what he thought, but there was no way a man like him could take her seriously seeing this.

  “Sorry,” Jacy mumbled, when he snorted at the carpet. “Real mood killer, right?
We can just go to the car.” She moved to walk past him and lead him out.

  “Stop.” His fingers closed around her wrist. When she froze but didn’t turn, he took her shoulders and turned her to face him.

  “Professor…”

  “All right, first.” His fingers cupped her chin, gentle, but firm, a hold meant for control. He tipped her face up until she met his searing gaze. “I don’t care about the room. You’re into girly shit, I can deal.”

  “But I’m not. I mean I—”

  “Yes you are. That dress is all girl. And second, lose the ‘Professor.’ If I want you to call me that while I’m fucking you, you’ll know.”

  Holy sex on a stick. She’d always thought she was confident. Compared to him, she was a bumbling idiot.

  Jacy opened her mouth to reply, but he yanked her to him and the next instant his mouth was at her ear. His lips and tongue did crazy things to her earlobe. Jacy tilted her head for him, biting back a moan.

  “Er…so, what do I call you then?”

  “Here? Tyson, for now. Turn around.”

  She savored the name in her mind. An absurd sense of specialness washed over her that she knew his first name.

  “I don’t know if I can get used to that.”

  “You will. And I told you to turn around.” The words were a growl as he spun her, pinning her so that her back was against him. His mouth left a heady trail of fire down the side of her neck across her bare shoulder.

  “You’re bossy, Tyson.” Jacy ran her hand through the side of his hair with trembling fingers, tilting her head, inviting his touch. Why couldn’t she stop shaking?

  “Live with it.” He pulled the zipper of her dress down at the back, baring her breasts. His palms massaged them with just the right pressure. “You’re shaking.”

  Was there a reprimand there? Did she look as stupid, as inexperienced as she felt?