Sinful Lust Stories

Georgia's POV

Jake had been my tutor for two days, and I had not seen the iron fist. Oh, he was tough, alright. He gave me ridiculous punishments like walking around the room and spitting out the four-figure tables off my head every time I made a mistake or said something naughty.

"Come on, Jake. We could ditch this four-figure table, and you can bend me over that one," I purred, licking the tips of my finger so I could flip over the next page.

"Faster!" he barked, and I had no idea why that gave my legs a thrill.

"Cos 30 is 0.8660," I grumbled as I sashayed slowly around the living room. The tea and cookies Betty had set down some thirty minutes ago had grown cold, and though I was hungry, I wasn't hungry for them.

I was hungry for him—the man whose blue eyes watched my every move. He was too beautiful to be some maths guy and too hot to be a nerd. He looked dashing in his flannel shirt and black pants today with that strange dark look in his eyes.

"I told you to go faster, Georgia," He rasped, and I shuddered in delight. For a minute, I pictured myself sitting on his lap while he ground me faster on his cock. A low moan slid through my slightly parted lips.

"Georgia," He growled again.

"Yes, Jake?"

His eyes flickered from my face to the shirt I had on. The first three buttons had been ripped out, so my boobs looked like they would tumble out of the shirt any minute now.

I wished they would. I reached up to cup my breasts through the fabric and watched his gaze grow intense. "Stop that,"

"Stop what?" I batted my lashes innocently. His eyes snapped back to my face, and he looked furious.

"There's no need to make this hard for either of us," He hissed.

"Why, Mr Anderson?" I whispered, batting my lashes innocently. "Are you hard?"

For the first time since I had met Jake, he let out a long string of curses and launched to his feet. I almost laughed in triumph.

This was why I read those novels. I loved every scene where the man loses control, where he cannot resist any longer and gives in to the hunger pulsing through his veins. I hadn't thought those feelings existed until Jake stopped a few centimetres away from me, breathing heavily, looking like he was at his wit's end.

"You have no idea what you're playing with, sweet Georgia," He mumbled. "You have no idea what I could do to you."

I smiled up at him, craning my neck at an awkward angle because he was too tall. "Then show me,"

His eyes gleamed, but he took a step back. "And what? Get arrested by your dear mother for assault? Spare us both the drama and try to study, will you? Messing with me will get you nowhere."

My eyes dropped to his pants. They were pretty loose, yet I could see a faint outline of the big monster he packed beneath.

Oh God, I want to see that so bad.

"Are you sure, Jake? I can be a very bad girl," I purred, brushing my hands lightly over his pants. He stiffened and grabbed my hands.

"Bad girls get punished," He snarled.

"Would you like to punish me then?" I gripped his cock and gasped at the sheer size of him. His shaft throbbed in his pants against my palm.

Jake hissed, watching me squeeze his cock a bit harder. My hands gripped the shaft, and he groaned, wrapping his hand around mine and showing me how to squeeze his cock properly. "Like that. Fuck, go easy, Georgia,"

"Sorry," I whispered, reaching for the zip to his pants.

“This is bad, Georgia. This is very bad."

"I like being bad," I whispered, "In case you haven't noticed." I really needed to be touched; my pussy quivered and clenched with need. "Please?"

His eyes narrowed. "You have no idea what you're asking for, do you?"

I shook my head. All I had were books. Mom's regulated the internet at home, so there were sites we couldn't visit. She'd caught me trying to log in to a porn site and made sure to make me pay for it. The internet at school was regulated, too. I'd read enough erotic books to know the words, but I had never seen anything in real life.

"Damn, what has Edwina done?" He whispered, dragging a hand down his face. "You don't go around asking to be punished, Georgia. Men are creatures of hell, you have no idea what you could be walking into!"

Tears burned the corner of my eyes. I hated when he spoke to me like I was a child. "I saw it in a book. It means you'd spank me."

He laughed a rich, hearty laugh that had my insides melting into a puddle. "Darling, I'll do more than spank you."

"Really?" I whispered, the butterflies in my stomach returning. "What will you do?"

He glanced around the room and leaned forward to whisper.

"I'd rip that blasted shirt off you and tie your hands up with it. Then I'll do the same to your skirt. Are you wet, Georgia?"

I nodded. My breathing grew heavy and laboured as I imagined what he said.

"I'll take out my belt, Georgia, and whip that damned ass for putting me through all the fucking shades of lust these past few days."

"More," I panted. "Tell me more,"

"I'll make you tell me every formula for each Sine value while I whip your ass, and for every time you make a mistake, we'll start over."

"Oh," I gasped, feeling my juices run down my thighs. Jake moved closer, his boner pressing against my belly.

"Show me how wet you are," He murmured.

I pulled my skirt up and turned around, bending over to show him the gap between my pussy. My panties were drenched with my pussy juices. I felt his eyes roam every inch of my pussy while breathing heavily.

He gripped my hips and pressed his thick shaft against my pussy.

"Oh, Jake, yes!" I sighed when he began grinding his clothed dick against my cunt.