Teaching Him Com Novels & Stories

He walked over to me, his body heat and the smell of tobacco hitting me in a wave. "I come every weekend. Teach these little wolves how to throw a punch, how to use a knife." He tilted his chin upward, pointing to a few boys sweating as they attacked an old tire. "In this no-man's-land, knowing how to count won't keep you alive. You give them brains, I give them teeth. Perfect match." With that, he very naturally took my bag from my hand. His fingers accidentally brushed the back of my hand. Rough, scorching.

His thumb is still stroking my jaw, and I'm suddenly very aware of how close we're standing, how he's naked except for a pillow, how I can feel the heat radiating off his skin. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I could teach you," he says quietly. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> My brain short-circuits. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "What?" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I could teach you." His voice is calm, matter-of-fact, like he's offering to help me with homework instead of... instead of... "How to touch yourself. How to suck cock. How to ride. How to make a man lose his fucking mind. And most importantly — how to come so hard you forget your own name."

Yeah, well, being around you does that to me. "Just like being with you, even thinking of you, makes me as hard as a crowbar. Why do you think I always lectured from behind the podium in your classes?" His eyes followed her pink-tipped fingers as they combed through her curls and slid between her labia. She dipped two fingers into her vagina, then swirled them around, distributing the cream over the surface of her lips and clit. Then very slowly she began to massage her clit with the tip of one finger. Her other hand held her lips wide for his viewing pleasure. Galen rolled on a condom, then pumped himself as slowly and lightly as he could manage. "Now the toy."

She spread her legs wide in front of her Daddy, giving him a clear view of her freshly shaved pink flesh. Her Daddy hesitated a bit and wanted to leave the room but she stopped him, "Please Daddy teach me," she pleaded in a seductive way pressing her big boobs together. He groaned before pulling his slacks down freeing his chocolaty monster. The girl laid on her back on the kitchen counter buckled her hands under her knees and spread her legs so that her Daddy could see her dripping pussy.

Nobody knew and he would keep it that way as long as he could perfect his plans. So he went to the study next door and pre-recorded a class for his student as he wouldn't be going to the university the next day. He hated teaching, had no fucking idea why anyone would willingly be a teacher. Hell half the time he was tewfhig at the University, he had earpods in his ears telling him what as he tried to mimick the proficient way Liam Blackwood, retired warrior of the Black Moon Pack, Professor and Dean of the B.M university would teach and since he was a resourcefulness motherfucker he succeeded anyway. He wished he wouldn't but it was the only way.

My name lands heavy in the air. “Yes, Coach,” I reply, stepping forward. “Since you are officially enrolled from today, you will demonstrate first,” he says. A few students exchange looks. Some amused. Some skeptical. I feel my heartbeat quicken. Not fear. Focus. “Controlled combat,” Vega continues. “No shifting. No aggression.” I nod again. “Understood.” He gestures to one of the senior students. “You. Spar with her.” The boy steps forward. He is tall. Confident. His expression says he thinks this will be easy.

His composure switched back to nonchalant in seconds, and he remained silent for a long time, so I was sure he wouldn’t answer. ‘If I teach you it won’t be because you deserve it,’ he spoke at last, ambling closer with each word. ‘You’ll do things my way. You’ll sit where I tell you, speak when I allow it, and learn how this world actually works. And if you fail, I won’t help you.’ My mind revolved around the past events- my father sitting still in his wheelchair, how Sebastian tricked me into taking over the company, the whispers and humiliation…

“You asked me to teach you how to do this without breaking. If I do, you have to let me… protect the parts I can’t fix if they break.” “That sounds like asking for obedience with extra steps,” I say. “But I hear it.” He nods, and the nod isn’t a win; it’s a contract amendment. “Then let’s start with what you asked for.” “What did I ask for?” “To be taught.” He gestures to the glass, where the city behaves itself for now. “Lesson one.” I try to laugh. It makes it to my mouth and decides to sit down. “What’s today’s curriculum, Professor Control?”

Samantha swallowed hard as he approached and tried to distract him. “Did you get some rest?” “Yeah, but I woke up and you weren’t there. I came looking for you,” he answered, clearly not forgetting what he had just seen. “Why didn’t you ask me to teach you?” “I just took advantage of the fact that they were already here competing. She gave me a few tips… Do you want to be my teacher?” Samantha asked, relaxing when she realized he wasn’t upset. “Get into position.” Samantha got into the stance Alice had taught her. Because he had locked the door, she already suspected this lesson wasn’t going to be exactly conventional. Even injured, Adam hadn’t lost any of his drive.

he said. "Good morning," I said. He looked at the cutting table. "He would be here today," he said. "If he could." "Yes," I said. "He would stand in the center," he said. "Understanding the light." "Yes," I said. "And then he would teach," he said. "Without fanfare." He paused. "Just start teaching." "Yes," I said. He looked at the table. "That's what we'll do," he said. "Yes," I said.