Teach Me to Please | Please Me #1 - Chapter 51: Chapter 51

My pulse hammered against my skin as he closed the door and looked at me with those piercing eyes.
"I asked you a question," he began, "What are you doing in my room?" his tone glimmered with confusion but also aggravation.
"The... The lady at the front desk." I barely managed to get my words out. "She... She must've given me the spare key card to your room by mistake."
He scoffed and shook his head, walking further into the room as if I weren't even there. "And you decided to snoop?"
"I'm not... I wasn't –"
"Then why is your hand still on my jacket?" he slammed the laptop on his desk closed and turned around to face me, waiting for an answer.
I looked to see my hand clawing onto his jean jacket for dear life. Shit.
"I... I didn't realise you were going to be here tonight." I changed the subject. Why are you still talking to him? Why aren't you leaving, Sienna?
"We have the connections with Skye, the hospital has done a lot for her. Why are you here?"
"The hosts are my dad's new clients." I explained. "They invited us here out of curtesy."
He hummed slightly and nodded, "Why did you come, though? You could've stayed at home."
"I wanted to get out and be away from school for a while." I stated, not giving any remorse in my tone. "Am I not allowed to do that?" I raised an eyebrow.
"I don't own you, Sienna. You're not mine."
"You're mine, pretty girl. You always have been. You just keep denying it."
I felt a lump grow in my throat and I swallowed it down. I didn't want to cry in front of him. I didn't want to embarrass myself further. "Good, at least that's established." I coughed awkwardly and ran my hands down the front of my dress as I began to walk away.
"Yeah, you established that very well when you dance with that boy." I heard him bitterly remark under his breath. That stopped be dead.
I turned on my heel and narrowed my eyes at him, "Excuse me?"
"You heard me." He simply said. Oh, I heard him well.
I collected myself and looked him in the eye, "His name is Oliver and I had lots and lots of fun dancing with him, thank you so much for asking."
He didn't look impressed, instead I watched his jaw tick as he stretched his fingers by his side, as if he were itching to touch something. "Are you two a thing then, hmm?"
"You have zero right to ask that." I shot back. "My life is none of your concern. Not anymore."
"And what does that mean?" he scoffed angrily.
"It means," I walked further into the room till I stood opposite him, in front of the closet. "I have every right to do whatever the hell I want with him without your permission or judgement."
"Is that so?" he took a step forward.
"Yes, so maybe I was going to go back to his room, maybe I was going to let him bend my pretty ass over his bed and fuck me raw." My voice became stern. Cold. "Maybe I was going to moan his name all night and beg him to fuck me harder. Maybe he could fuck me better than you."
"So what? You're throwing yourself at people now?"
Anger bubbled in my veins. "I am not 'throwing' myself at people. And you have no right to even say that when you went and ran to Nikki for some quick fucking as soon as we were done! What are you now? Her little fuck toy? And I guess you're all buddy-buddy with the jocks too! Damn, how pathetic can you get?" I let the word slip out before I even registered what I said. Oh shit.
He laughed a cold laugh, "Me and Nikki? Please, she's been dragging me everywhere for the past week! All she does is use me as her shiny new toy. I barely even let her touch me. And the jocks? We've only been all 'buddy-buddy' because have you ever consider the fact that I don't know what the fuck to do with myself anymore? They just see me as an opportunity to gain more popularity."
"Well, you don't seem to object. Guess you must like the attention."
"Guess you must like making me jealous whoring around with another guy –" he didn't get to finish that sentence as I stormed right up to him and slapped him across the face.
"Don't ever speak to me like that, you bastard!" I gritted through my teeth.
He gazed down at me, eyes blazing with a fierce storm I had never seem before. It was heated and merciless. "Don't act like you didn't enjoy it." He warned in a deep, low tone.
I went to slap him again, "Fuck you –" but my sentence didn't finish, and my hand never met his skin as he grabbed my wrist and pinned me harshly up against the closet door.
"Do that again. I dare you." He warned in a low, menacing tone. I couldn't even speak due to shock. "Go on. Do it." No words could form in my throat. "Lost for words, pretty-girl?" his smug tone made my blook boil.
"Fuck you." I spat. "You're a fucking bastard and I fucking hate you."
"Don't worry," he gripped my thigh under my dress, "The feeling's mutual." Slowly, he trailed his hand up my thigh, his warm hands moulding into my soft skin. Not once did he look away from my eyes, the look he gave me seemed to not notice the hand climbing higher and higher under my dress. I didn't want to give in and kept my eyes on him, refusing to show him the torment he was putting me through.
When his hand cupped my sex over the thin material of my underwear, I couldn't help but let out the faintest of gasps.
He ran a finger across my covered slit, feeling the wetness soaking through. I hated that he turned me on so much, especially now with his eyes scorching into mine with such a merciless lust, I couldn't control myself.
His fingers began swirling my clit, working with the material of my underwear in a sweet friction. I kept looking into his eyes, refusing to show any reaction when, in reality, my insides were burning. This was a fight, a mental one, and I wasn't going to lose.
I tried my best to keep my breath steady, fighting the temptation to gasp and moan when his fingers slipped inside my underwear and worked my clit in the slowest of pleasurable circles. Don't moan, Sienna. Whatever you do, don't moan.
I could see the smirk in his eyes as he continued playing with my pussy, swirling my clit now with his thumb, applying the gentlest of pressures to tease me. Make me beg for more.
Two of his fingers parted the slick skin guarding my pussy and slowly eased a thick finger inside of me.
With his finger inside of me, curling and thrusting, and his thumb twirling and rubbing my clit, every part of my body burned and screamed in heaven.
He leaned down so his lips grazed my ear, "Don't moan, Sienna." He taunted. "Don't give into me." He smiled against my skin. He knew what he was doing.
When a second finger slipped inside of me, I held my breath and shut my eyes tight. "You like it, don't you? You like my fingers fucking you."
Don't moan. Don't moan. Don't give in.
"Want me to add another?"
As soon as a third finger entered my pussy, everything in me shattered. "Fuck..." I couldn't stop myself from moaning as his three fingers slowly fucked my tight, wet hole.
"There it is." He smirked. His thumb worked faster as his fingers picked up a pace, thrusting in and out, curling to hit all the spots they needed to. "You gonna say my name for me too?"
"I... fucking... hate you." I gritted through my teeth between breaths.
"But your pussy seems to love me. You're so wet, is that all for me?" he thrust his fingers faster, rolling and rubbing my clit with his thumb, applying even more pressure.
"Fuck... you – ah!" I felt myself climbing higher and higher to my climax. Just as I felt myself about to let go, he removed his fingers, and I was left whimpering in the most painful ache.
"You think you've got such a smart mouth." He gripped my chin, so I looked up at him. "Get on your knees."
I practically fell to my knees as he let go with my legs still wobbling. I brushed my hair out of my face, redness climbing up my cheeks as he unbuckled and removed his belt, unbuttoned his slacks, and pulled out his hard and throbbing erection from his boxers. Wetness leaked from the tip, and it was practically pulsing with need.
He gripped me by my hair and guided my mouth to his cock. I sucked on the tip first, swirling my tongue around the slit, sucking up the pre-cum.
"You make me so fucking hard." He groaned and tightened his grip on my hair. I took him further in my mouth and sucked from base to tip, so hard I hollowed in my cheeks and his cock came out of my lips with a popping sound.
I gazed up at him through soft eyelids, innocently widening my eyes as I sucked and circling my tongue around the tip.
I reached one hand up and grazed his balls, massaging them between my fingers. He closed his eyes and let out a deeper groan.
"You're so hard." I teased, licking him from base to tip, "Is that all for me?"
I took his cock in my mouth as far as I could go and started bobbing, lapping my tongue around the tip every time I came back up.
His chest heaved up and down as he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, keeping a tight grip on my hair. He began to thrust his hips up and guided my head to go faster. I gagged and tried to keep up with the pace of his thrusting, almost gasping for air as he fucked my mouth.
"Look at the pretty girl with her pretty lips around my cock." He groaned. "Is that enough for you? Want me to fuck your mouth harder?" he started thrusting in and out harshly, bruising my lips with the most erotic movements I had ever seen.
He thrust harder, fucking my mouth remorselessly, battering my throat. Fuck, this was so hot. One hand gripped my hair, the other the side of my face as his hips worked fast and hard.
"You want another man to fuck your pretty lips like this?" he mused, groaning as he hit the back of my throat repeatedly. I gagged and tears spilled down my cheeks as he stuffed my mouth with his thick cock. I reached down to play with myself, rubbing my clit through my underwear as hard as I could as the ache between my legs got too much to bear.
I could feel the pulsing of his climax start to rumble with every groan that echoed through the room. Abruptly, he yanked himself out from my mouth, his erection standing tall, coated in my gleaming saliva.
He looked down at me and watched me touch myself, still on my knees, gasping and whimpering in desperation. Without warning, he grabbed my chin and forced me up to my feet, grabbing my wrist, removing my hand from my pussy, and replaced it with his.
"Is this what you want?" he whispered darkly. "You want this?" he pushed my underwear to the side and rolling my clit between his fingers. "Words, pretty-girl, or I'm leaving."
"Yes." I gasped. "Oh god, yes."
He hoisted me up and slammed me up against the wall. Then my underwear was ripped from my skin. Ripped.
He crouched down licked me from slit to clit, toying his tongue between the slick skin dripping with my juices before he met my clit and began flicking it. The warmth of his wet tongue made me curse his name and throw my head back.
"Fuck, Roman." I moaned, not being able to hold myself back.
"You like that?" he murmured. He looked up to stare me in the eyes whilst his tongue continuously flicked my clit.
"Fuck." I cried. It was so good. Holy shit, it was so good.
Suddenly, he stood back up and forced me to stand on my feet. My legs wobbled so badly I thought I was about to fall over any minute. His hands connected with the back of my dress and ripped it down, so it slipped off my body. I wore no bra and now every part of me was exposed to him.
His fingers thrust into me, and my legs almost gave out. He pushed my down onto the bed and spread my legs even further, watching his fingers fuck me as he stood over me.
"So tight." He slowed his pace and continued working them in and out. "Mmm, do you want me?"
"Roman!" I cried as he began to curl his fingers, lazily thrusting in and out in slow, deep strokes.
"I don't hear the right words, pretty-girl." He mused and I moaned even louder.
"Yes... Yes." I pleaded.
He smiled to himself and removed his finger from me, bringing them to his mouth and sucking all the juices off. He brought them up to my lips and commanded, "Suck." I did. Shamelessly. And tasted the remainder of my juices on them.
He trailed his fingers down my neck and to my breasts, tweaking the hard pebbles of my nipples. "I would taste them." He said, "But you're making a mess, aren't you?" I looked down at the wetness now rolling down and slickening my inner thighs.
He grabbed me by the hair at the nape of my neck, so my head was tilted back.
When his lips hovered over mine, he ordered, "Get on your hands and knees."
I completely froze as those words slipped from his lips in the utmost dominance. He didn't like my pause though. "Now." His demanded ruthlessly.
I scrambled onto the bed and got into the position he asked me to.
He removed the rest of his clothing and then walked around the bed till he stood by his desk, looking at me.
"What... What are you doing?" I whimpered, aching so badly for a release.
He was so far away and seemed to be admiring the position I was in for him. Then, he wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked his significant length.
"Beg."
The word made me still. Beg.
"I... I-I –"
"Beg." He cut me off. Beg. Never in my life had a guy ask me to beg. Especially not for sex. Oh my god.
"I... I don't know how."
He chuckled darkly to himself, still working his hand up and down his pulsing cock. "Figure it out."
"Roman..." I pleaded. "Please."
"Not good enough. You want me to fuck you? Beg."
I swallowed down all my pride and nervousness. "Please, Roman. Fuck me. Please. I... I-I want you to fuck me, I... I need your cock inside of me. Please! And... And I'm aching so bad. So, so bad and –" he lifted up one finger to pause me and walked over.
"Shhh." He soothed and held his cock out for me. He guided me head down to take him all in my mouth and I sucked him from base to tip as he guided my head back up as slowly as possible.
He groaned deeply and pulled my head back up, bending down to softly kiss my lips, catching my bottom lip in his teeth and biting it hard so it bounced back when he let go.
Slowly, he walked around me, climbing onto the bed behind me. He pushed a hand down on my back to arch it even more. "Good girls only get this. Are you a good girl?"
"Yes." I whimpered.
"Say it." He commanded.
"I... I'm a good girl."
"Keep saying it, baby. Let me hear you." He hummed and ran his cock along my wetness, teasing me so I ached even more.
"I'm a good girl." I whimpered at his touch. "I-I'm a good girl." Gradually, he pushed the tip into my wet, throbbing pussy. "I... I'm a good – oh my god – I'm... I'm a good girl."
"You sure about that?" he asked, pushing his cock inside of me deeper.
"Yes." I nodded furiously. "I'm a good... a good girl. I... I-I promise."
"And whose good girl are you, huh?" he kept pushing himself in. Fuck, when did he end?
I moaned as his thick girth stretched out my pussy, pressing against my walls. "Y...Yours."
"Correct." He whispered, slowly kissing up my back to my neck. "You're being such a good girl taking all of my cock. I'm so proud of you."
He slowly began thrusting in and out, making my body shake with pleasure.
"Ah! Roman!" I cried.
"What do good girls say when they get praised?" he whispered harshly in my ear.
I gasped as he thrust faster. "T-Thank you."
"Well done, baby." He soothed, running a hand down my back as if to soothe me.
His hips rolled against my ass, grinding so his cock started hitting deeper, pressing all the right spots. Every part of my body was on fire, burning in complete pleasure and heaven as he pounded into me, grinding his hips hard against my ass, his balls slapping the cheeks.
"Fuck... oh my god, fuck." I moaned and gasped. The sounds of wet slapping echoed around the room as he buried himself inside of me, the hardness of him stretching my pussy to accommodate for him.
My arms could barely hold myself up and gave out when he thrusts picked up. My cheek rested against the soft sheets with my ass high in the air. "Please... Please..." I begged desperately, my eyes clouding from the glaze of tears threatening to spill down my cheeks.
He wrapped his hands around my stomach and pulled me up, so I stood up on my knees, my back pressed against his front and my head falling back onto his shoulder.
"So needy." He kissed up my neck, biting and sucking the skin now salty from sweat. His hands found my breasts and massaged them, rolling my nipples between his thumb and finger. The hotness of his breath tickled my neck and the groans and grunts falling from his lips were the most delicious sounds I had ever heard.
"Roman!" I sobbed, tears falling down my cheeks. "It's too... It's too much."
"Oh baby." He chuckled against my skin. "Is my pretty-girl complaining?"
"No... No, I –"
"You created this. Why don't you cherish it a little more, hmm?" he groaned and grinded against me harder, thrusting deeper. He was right. I did create this. He wanted to be a sex god and, holy fuck, was he one now.
He raised two of his fingers up to my lips. "Suck." He commanded. I opened my mouth, and he pressed his fingers against the pad of my tongue. Gently, he moved them in and out. I hollowed my cheeks to suck them hard and felt his grunts turn harsher.
When he removed them, he commanded, "Spit."
I was taken aback as he said the words but obeyed. I spat onto the pads of his fingers and before I knew it, he brought them down to play with my clit.
"Oh my god!" I cried. "Roman.... Roman..." I sobbed. The sensation of his cock pounding in deep inside of me matched with his warm mouth biting and flicking across my neck, and one if his hands massaging my breast, made his fingers swirling my clit edge onto a euphoria that was too much to bear.
"I...I'm gonna cum!" I moaned.
"Hold it." He commanded.
"I-I can't... Please, Roman, please let me cum!" I begged, hot tears falling down my cheeks. It was too much, I felt like I was going to die.
He thrusts got sloppier, letting me know he was close. "Look at you." He whispered in my ear. "Look at you now, Sienna. Look at you, begging for me. Good girl, baby. You're my good fucking girl."
My body was shaking as I tried to hold off my climax. "Please... please!"
"Cum, pretty-girl. Cum all over my cock."
As soon as he said that, I let go and the wave of intense pleasure crashed over me, drowning me in complete ecstasy. Every noise faded out into a ringing sound and every light in the room exploded into a burning ball of brightness.
My pussy clenched him as my orgasm burst through me and his grunts got heavier and his thrusts became quicker. Soon, he stilled and cursed. His white hot cum coated the walls of my pussy, filling me, causing me to let out more whimpers at the heavenly feeling.
When I came to, my whole body slumped back into his and he held me up, stroking my hair, kissing the side of my head.
"So good." He whispered gently. "You were so good for me."
"Roman." I began to sob, tears building up in my eyes. I reached for him, and he turned me around, bringing me into his arms.
"I know, baby." He soothed, "I know. You were my good girl tonight. You did so good for me." He laid us down, holding me tight in his arms, drawing calming circles on my naked back with his fingers.
"Roman... I –"
"Shh, it's okay." He whispered into my hair and kissed my forehead. "It's all going to be okay. Go to sleep, baby. Can you do that for me?"
I clung onto him as he shifted slightly to bring the covers over us. I wanted to say more, I wanted to talk to him, but everything in me cried with exhaustion that the minute I closed my eyes, I fell into a deep sleep.
❦❤︎❦
Sunlight. That was the first thing I thought when I woke up that morning with rays of golden sunlight peeking through the cracks of the curtains.
I took in a deep breath and let out a long exhale, snuggling into the soft mattress and sheets. Yesterday came flooding in. Roman. Everything was Roman. Our argument, our sex, the way he held and soothed me last night.
Never in my life had a guy been so dominant during sex. Usually, teenage boys had zero clue how to truly work a woman's body and so you had to be dominant to get the job done. Not Roman though. Not when I taught him and guided him to know everything he needed to. God, last night was amazing. He was amazing. I happily smiled to myself.
I didn't feel him underneath me and so I reached out to the side. Nothing. He wasn't there. All I felt was emptiness.
I lifted up my head and opened my eyes, rubbing them to adjust to the sunlight.
He was gone.
"Roman?" I called out quietly. No response. "Roman?" no response again. He was gone.
I pulled the sheets up to wrap around my body as I sat up and looked around the room. All of his things were gone. Was it all a dream? No, it wasn't. My sore as hell pussy was a reminder of that.
I noticed my shoes on the floor along with my ripped panties and dress. Fuck. What was I supposed to go out in?
I got out of bed and wandered around the room. There was no sign of him, but then something caught my eye.
A hoodie and a pair of his boxers rested on the desk. On a piece of paper was my name. Sienna. It was his handwriting.
He left it for me.
My heart leaped as I took the paper and traced my fingertip over the writing. Maybe he had gone to breakfast? Maybe he didn't want to wake me?
As quickly as I could, I hopped in the showered and used the soaps and towel the hotel already supplied before drying myself and slipping on the clothes. I collected my things and took my key card from the room and made my way down to the front desk.
"Hi." I said to the same lady that was there the night before. "I think you gave me the wrong key card last night."
She furrowed her eyebrows, eyeing the ripped dress in my arms and men's hoodie covering my body but made no comment. "Name?"
"Sienna Callum." I answered. She clicked a few buttons.
"Oh yes, sorry, the system just have messed up. Your room is Room 106. Did you find it okay?"
"Erm... yeah, I was just double checking." I brushed it off. No, you had mind-blowing, earth-shattering sex with the guest staying Room 206. Shut up.
I ended up collecting my suitcase from the cloak room I forgot to take up to my room last night. Stupid, I know, but I was so tired and stressed from seeing Roman, my mind was in complete chaos.
I found my correct room and opened the door, slumping the suitcase onto my bed and sifted through my clothes.
As much as I wanted to keep Roman's clothes on, I knew it would raise some eyebrows and I didn't want to be interrogated by my mom this morning.
Slipping on a pair of leggings, a cropped hoodie, and some flats, I waited for my patents.
Around ten minutes later, they knocked on my door and I rushed to open it.
"Morning, sweetheart." My mom smiled, "Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah!" I said a little too enthusiastically. "Erm, my bag's all packed." Your bag was barely even touched, "Where's dad?"
"He's gone to get our table for breakfast. Are you okay? You look a little tired."
I almost chocked on my own breath and brushed it aside, "I'm fine, the bed was a little bumpy, that's all." Yeah, Roman fucked you wild on his bed last night. That's why it was 'bumpy'. Not now.
"Oh, okay. Let's go get some breakfast then."
I nodded and grabbed my bag before we walked back down to the lobby to make our way to the breakfast hall.
My dad was already sitting at the table, ordering us some orange juice when we arrived. "Morning, sweetheart." He kissed the side of my head as I sat down, "How did you sleep?"
"Alright." I shrugged with a smile. Yes. You were fucked like Roman's little good girl – will you stop it?
"I've ordered us some orange juice, but they've got a buffet over by the windows. We can help ourselves." My dad explained as I mindlessly looked around the room. Where was Roman? I couldn't see him or his family anywhere.
"Sienna?" my mom put her hand over mine. My head shot to her. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah... Yeah." I brushed it away, "I'm fine, don't worry." Where was Roman?
I ended up getting up to get some food to take my mind off it all, but I kept looking out for him with every look I gave around the hall. Piling some bacon onto my plate, a hand tapped my shoulder.
"Sienna?"
I quickly turned around, "Rom – oh, Oliver." I saw the sight of Oliver holding a plate next to me. "Um, hi."
"Hey." He smiled, "Are you feeling better?" feeling better? Oh yeah.
"Oh yeah, I'm great. I just needed some rest." I smiled and moved to spoon some scrambled eggs onto my plate.
"Are you sure? You seem a little jumpy." He furrowed his brows together.
"Jumpy? Me? Jumpy? Pssht, I'm great. Totally great." You totally sound like you're on crack. For fuck's sake.
"Okay." He drew the word out slowly. I turned back around to grab a pancake before he spoke, "Hey, so there's this arcade by the lobby, I was wondering if –"
"Oh, erm, I think my mom might be calling me." I quickly cut him off. I felt bad, Oliver was really sweet, but it wasn't right to lead him on when I had this shit to deal with between Roman and I.
"I don't hear anyone calling you –"
"Sorry! I have to go!" I smiled brightly before rushing down the hall to get back to my table.
"Sienna? Wait, what the –" I didn't bother to listen to the rest of his sentence.
To say I scoffed down my breakfast like it was the last meal I was ever going to eat was an understatement. I practically finished it all by the time my mom had just finished her first pancake.
"Woah, I guess you were hungry." She laughed. I hadn't even realised I had finished my breakfast until I looked down at my empty plate.
"Oh... yeah, I guess so." I ran a hand through my hair and then asked, "Hey, d'you mind if I explore for a little bit before we leave?"
My parents exchanged an agreeing look. "Sure, I don't see why not." My dad shrugged, "Just meet us by the lobby in twenty minutes."
I nodded and shot off like a freaking rocket.
I spent ages looking for Roman, checking the lobby, the library, the arcade, the garden, even the indoor swimming pool. To say this hotel was huge was an understatement, it definitely was the expensive kind. Rich couples in fancy business attire looked down at me and grimaced as I frantically scurried past. Although, I didn't care. I could care less about them in all honesty. I just wanted to find Roman so we could talk. We needed to talk.
When fifteen minutes had past, I was completely out of breath and decided to put myself out of my misery and go back to the front desk once more.
"Hi." I said to the woman. She was probably sick of me by now. "I have a question."
"Sure." She mindless said as she continued typing on her computer, not bothering to even look at me.
"I had a friend staying at this hotel, I was wondering if they were still here?" I nervously fiddled with my fingers as I rested them on the desk.
"What's their name?"
"Erm, they're under Lawrence. Roman Lawrence." God, this probably looked so desperate.
I waited impatiently as anxiety crawled up my skin as she typed something into her computer and pressed a button.
"Hmm, looks like the Lawrences checked out two hours ago. Although, Roman Lawrence did leave a request to delay his room service by three hours. Room... 206." She then gave me a suspicious look and I nervously laughed.
"Cool, um, thanks. Bye!" I hastily walked away.
Roman left? Why? Why did he just leave and not tell me? Did he regret last night? But he left me his clothes to change into, so he must've cared. Or maybe it was just common curtesy? Fuck. I didn't know what to do.
I met my parents in the lobby, ready to leave.
"Everything good?" my mom asked as I reached them and took my bag.
"Yeah," I sighed and looked down at my phone. Not even a text from Roman. What the hell? I looked back up at her and sighed again, "Everything's fine."