Educating Keryn Read Online Aria Cole

Categories Genre: Erotic, Insta-Love, Novella, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
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And by then, I was already three weeks married.

Our perfect destination wedding in the Bahamas, just me, Max, Cyn, Tabby and the stall owner and her husband from the retro fair. The wedding night from heaven as he stripped me slowly and gave me a brand new toy, a butt plug with a silver handle that made my orgasm that night the most explosive yet.

I gasp and cry out as something drips onto my breast, just above the nipple. Warmth spreads from it, just this side of too hot as I strain against my bonds. What is it?

“Don’t worry, baby, it’s a body safe candle,” Max says, amusement in his voice as he answers my unspoken question. “I checked with the woman at the sex store, it’s absolutely fine to use during pregnancy. You like that?”

I don’t respond at first, concentrating on the feel of it as it cools and hardens against my skin. Then I nod.

It’s something we haven’t tried before, something new and exciting. And the sensory deprivation? It adds another layer as I try to figure out where he’s going next.

Cyn’s father wasn’t too pleased when he heard what had happened with Brandon, and that his daughter had effectively been working as a drugs mule for almost a year in order to get the money for her half of our rent.

The truth is, her family is the one percent of the one percent, and he’s furious she didn’t just ask him for the money rather than always trying to do everything for herself. He’s insisting that since she doesn’t have a job lined up, she goes back home for the winter, but she’s stressing about that whole idea. Her dad is actually away on business right now and there’s no clear idea of when he’s going to be home. In the meantime, Cyn’s stepbrother Andrew is taking care of the majority of the family’s investments. Apparently, they’ve never gotten along. Andrew’s a lot older, and especially after his mom cheated on Cyn’s dad with another man, it caused a rift between them. The thought of spending potentially months alone with him is putting Cyn in the mood to break furniture.

I arch my back against the bed as I feel the wax drip onto my nipple. The burning sensation is somewhere between pleasure and pain, and I want to cry out but I can’t. I writhe against the bed, as far as my bonds will allow, but it’s not enough. The feel of liquid spilling from my core is only increased as I feel Max’s tongue take a long, slow lick up through it, leaving me a quivering wreck as drops of wax drip on the underside of my breast, then my stomach, making me flinch at each and every one.

Today, I went with him to the tattoo parlor. It was time for his annual visit, and the swirling symbol he had inked on his body made me feel so special. A single “K” set beside an “M”, spreading onto the base of his neck. The two of us, together, marking the thing he’s most grateful he got to experience this year, something that if he hadn’t kicked his habit, he may never have lived to see.

And I got a matching tattoo, at the top of my thigh, just below my ass. That way, it will remind him of what we have every time he puts me over his knee for a spanking, something I try to provoke as often as I can…

“Such a delicious girl,” he murmurs from between my legs, his breath warm on my damp lips. “I wonder if we’ll ever stop being teacher and student.”

I hope not. I hope he’ll always have something new to show me, the need to discipline me, the desire to instruct me and have me obey.

It’s what I love about him, and it’s what I love about us.

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“I… Please can I see your boss?” Heat rises to my face as I say the words, feeling out of my depth. “It’s urgent.”

I try to ignore the thoughts intruding on my mind. The memory of my father lying there, face bloodied and bruised, one knee broken, struggling to hold onto consciousness. We barely had time to say a few words, me trying to keep him calm, him admitting he owes money to the man that runs this place.

Then the ambulance was there, medics, my father losing consciousness. The hospital room, the doctor telling me he was stable but critical, in and out of consciousness, that the next 24 hours would be crucial.

And then coming here, almost in a daze. I barely remember the walk, even as I’m aware of the ache in my feet. It’s miles, and I’m in heels. Low heels for work, but still, not practical footwear. I don’t drive. I probably should have got a cab, but it just didn’t occur to me.



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