Teaching Him Com Novels & Stories

Mike came in the classroom, perfect as always. He came. I saw him. I couldn't hear anything but my strong and loud heartbeats. My chest tightened so hard, I could barely breath. My eyes started getting wetter every second but I was trying with all my heart not to cry. I told myself I won't cry over him. No more.

"Paulina, I didn't complain and wouldn't complain about anything you're willing to do." Uncertain, Paulina bit her lip. "That means... you would teach me... to pleasure... like you did when you kissed me... there...?" "I will teach you to kiss and touch whatever you want, Lina. I'm great at perversion," he said with a smirk before getting up, stepping out of the bathtub, grabbing something from the drawer of the sink counter, and returning to sit on the edge with his erection at her lips. "Strawberry flavor. It'll help you," he informed her with a naughty smile as he showed her the condom package. "I'll put it on this time, next time it'll be your turn."

Him acknowledging that I have skills to teach, that there's value in what I can do. We start with combat. He's relentless, pushing me harder than before, but there's nothing cruel about it. Every correction comes with an explanation, every failure with encouragement to try again. "Better." He circles me after I successfully counter his attack. "Much better. You're starting to anticipate instead of just react." "I have a good teacher." The words come out breathless. His smile is devastating. "You have good instincts. I'm just helping you refine them." We continue until I'm sweating and exhausted and exhilarated. Until I manage to take him down three times in a row and he looks at me with some

I stared at him. He made it sound so simple. So... cold. "Can you really teach me that?" I asked. Liam smiled. Not the dangerous smile from before. This one was softer. Almost sad. "I can teach you," he said. "But whether or not you're willing to learn? That's up to you." He stood up and walked to the door. "First lesson starts tomorrow," he said. "Eight PM. I will text you the address." "Wait…." I stood up too. "That's it?"

"Actually he taught my brother and we all practiced together. My father had to kneel when he taught me so I could only move a circle with him. But my brother was a perfect partner. I miss him now." "You mean I'm a bad partner?" "Compared to him, yes." "Hmph." "You look cute when you are angry but not angry." "I'm as good as my teacher." "Ahh, good burn. Good. But you are a fast learner. Next time you can directly graduate my introductory class." "Whay after that?" "The intermediate class." "Haha. I am fine with just this one. I took the introductory lesson because it was free. Not even your handsome face can make me want to learn more."

He turned to look at me and I could see the questions forming on his lips but I held up a hand to stop him. “Before you ask this is not a normal lesson. Tonight is different.” “Different how?” he asked. I walked over to the couch and sat down. I crossed my legs and watched him stand there in the middle of the room looking uncertain. Uncertainty meant he was paying attention. “For the past few weeks I have been teaching you how to submit,” I said slowly like I was talking to a child. “How to give up control and let someone else take care of you. And you have been a very good student Jax. Better than I expected.”

“We can work on your footwork today.” I stop and hold the bag. “I need you to teach me to flip-shift.” He cocks an eyebrow. “This before or after I teach you to fly?” “Last Pack teaches their pups. It’s learned behavior. My uncle was taught.” “When he was a pup. There’s a window. Window’s closed for you.” He’s not telling me anything I haven’t been told, and he knows that. There’s sympathy in his faded blue eyes. It pisses me off.

He didn't know the trending comics and didn't have a teacher he disliked, well they both hated the Native's Tutor but he was well, their only teacher so that didn't count. She flirted with the idea of adding a rule that makes him brush his teeth twice. His bad breath in collaboration with his garlic breath and veggies nestled in between his teeth was not funny at all and since he had only a student, he had a habit of wanting to have a mouth to mouth with them when teaching. You get the idea, now?

I swallowed hard, shame and overwhelming need battling inside me… but the need won. “Teach me, Daddy,” I whispered, voice trembling. “Please… teach me how to cum properly.” Calvin’s eyes lit up with dark satisfaction. He dropped my clothes to the floor and climbed onto the bed, looming over me. “Good girl,” he murmured, his large hand sliding slowly up my thigh. “Now spread those legs again and let Daddy show you exactly how it’s done.”

I told him and now he was in shock. Looks like he wasn't paying attention to my 'no education childhood'. How am I supposed to know how to drive?? "Okay, so would you like to learn?" He asked and I nodded in excitement. Why wouldn't I? "So from tomorrow, I will teach you every morning okay?" He asked. "Done" I rejoiced.