Teach Me (The Gentlemen's Club)
Teach Me (The Gentlemen’s Club) Chapter 19

Sinclair

All she felt was they were moving. His heat surrounded her while he carried her to their bedroom. She didn’t even know she had fallen asleep. Oblivious to anything else after she fainted.

She was crying quietly. Not for the pain the bitch had inflicted but for the evening she had ruined.

To add icing to the cake, her mother was married to the lecher, Lord Tanning.

After the confrontation, with Nicholas by her side, shielding her, he asked for recompense from the woman who laid a hand to his Sinclair. To say he was pissed off was an understatement. Rage radiated through him. One she had never witness before. He threatened to call the constable if an acceptable explanation was not given. Her mother, fearing him, could only stare at the scene she had created, speechless.

Lord Tanning defended his wife, spewing lies as if he was there as a witness. Claiming his wife was provoked by an outsider. He stopped when Viscount Redington grabbed him in a chokehold, pinning him to the wall. Turning purple, desperate for air, he sputtered an apology and swore to take his wife in hand. Only when he was about to lose consciousness was he released. He dragged the bitch with him after that.

By then, Sinclair was a mess, trembling in fear. Experiencing a panic attack like no other. Worse than what she had endured during the times she was being beaten by her mother.

Thankfully, EJ was around. In a soothing voice, like approaching a cornered animal, he instructed Nicholas on what to do. Lady Morgan immediately cleared the area to give them room to work. Concern was written all over her face.

Enclosed in a box of fear and hate, Sinclair rocked herself in a corner, sobbing, shivering from the cold she felt deep within. Only when a familiar warmth and scent enveloped her, no longer able to breathe properly did she succumbed to the darkness.

The mattress hit her back, and she was jolted out of her misery. Holding onto his lapels, she pulled him with her and embraced him with desperation. “I don’t deserve you.” She whispered. Her heart was heavy. Nicholas stiffened above her. His forearms on either side of her head, he looked down at her forlorn expression. “I ruined our date, Nick. I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t ruin anything. That woman, whatever she has on you, ruined it. I could never be mad at you, Sinclair.” He swiped her tears with the pads of his thumbs.

“She…she is my mother.” She breathe out and averted her gaze. Afraid of his reaction. “You…you have to know.” He had to know that she came from a broken and cruel family.

“Look at me. Sinclair.” He waited until she met his gaze. “You tell me or not. It doesn’t matter. Your past is not important to me. I only want you. Here and now. You are my present and my future.”

“But you have to know.” She choked on a sob.

“Then tell me. But it will not change the way I feel for you.”

“I’m afraid.” She confessed.

“Of what?”

“Of losing you. Everyone I trusted and loved left me. My father. My bitch of a mother. I am deaf because of her. I was physically and mentally abused until she left me when I was fourteen. I had no one. I had nothing.” Agitated, she tried to push him away, so she could get up and stay away from him while she told him of her past. But Nicholas was stubborn, he refused to budge until she let it all out. She sobbed in frustration instead.

“I am so f*****g afraid because I am so f*****g in love with you and if I lose you then I would lose myself. Tonight my panic attack was not because of her. It happened because we ruined your reputation! People will gossip about you because of me. Your mother and her friends will not approve of me anymore. And your friends…your friends…” She couldn’t continue. Her words met with silence. She tried to push him again. He resisted.

“Do you mean it?”

“Mean what?” She sniffled.

“That you love me.” Her eyes though blurry with tears, opened wide at the realization. She had confessed her love for him. “Sinclair,” he growled impatiently. She nodded. “Words, sweet.”

“I love you so much, Nicholas. I’m in love with you.” She said in a broken voice. His eyes closed in relief.

“And I love you, Sinclair.” He rasped. His face buried on her neck, inhaling her scent deeply. Her heart hammered from his declaration. “I am never letting you go. I won’t leave you. You won’t leave me. I don’t give a damn about my reputation. The rules of convention mean nothing to me. Nor it does to my family. My mother and sisters will love you because I choose you.”

“That woman…Lord Tanning’s wife.” She refused to call her mother anymore. “She won’t like it if I’m happy. I…I don’t want her to cause us trouble.”

“I will never allow her to be near you again, sweet. Never. I will make sure of it. I love you so much. I will do anything for you.”

Her hands cup his face, lifting her head, she captured his lips in a soft k**s. “I love you, baby.” She remained in his arms while he soothed her. And she let him. Too emotionally tired to do anything else.

“Let’s get you ready for bed, okay?” She nodded sleepily. “I’ll help you.” He carried her to the bathroom, perched her tired body on the sink while he prepared her toothbrush.

He unclasped her necklace, unzipped her dress, crouched down to help her remove her heels, while she made short work of her evening ablutions. “Raise your arms,” he covered her in his comfortable shirt.

Waiting for him until he was finished with his routine as well, only in boxers, he carried her back to their bed. Tucked her in and climbed beside her, carefully arranging his precious Sinclair to his side. Her head on his naked chest and a bare leg on his torso. She closed her tired eyes. Sleep claimed her tired body while he combed her hair with his fingers. Caring for her like no other.

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Mature Content 18+

Nicholas

When he woke up, Sinclair was no longer beside him. For a moment he panicked. He breathed in relief upon hearing the faint sounds of water in the en suite bathroom. Suppressing his g***n, he slumped back on the pillows. Trying to think despite his massive morning wood.

He should join her. Last night his plans were hindered. However, despite the unexpected turn of events, something wonderful had happened.

Their love was out in the open. He no longer had to fear saying he loved her every time he felt the urge. He could say it as much as he wanted to and she would stay.

Growing restless, he got up from their bed and padded to the bathroom naked, slowly twisting the doorknob knowing it was unlocked, trying not to make much noise. He stepped inside the steamy cubicle, her subtle curves and rounded a*s presented to him. He moved closer to the shower, letting the warm water hit him, his broad chest touched her slick wet skin and she jumped, surprised to find him there. “Nicholas,” she m****d.

“Sweetheart,” he pressed his c**k to the small of her back. Letting her know of his intentions.

What happened next stunned him like never before. Sinclair arched her back and undulated her h**s, his throbbing length rode the seam of her asscheeks. He growled, guiding her while he watched his c**k saw up and down her flushed skin. Then he stopped. He didn’t want to cum like this. He had to feel more of her.

He started to caress her shoulder down to her breast. Her nipples were erect; he took one in his thumb and index finger, rolling it between them. She let out a soft m**n. “That feels so good, baby,” She said softly. He moved closer and leaned into her.

“I have been thinking about this since last night, seeing you in that dress. You are so beautiful, my sweet.” He whispered in her ear with his warm breath. She shivered delicately in his arms. He moved his hand from her breast down to her little wet p***y.

“We are going to be late.” She answered in a weak protest.

He didn’t care, he wanted her and he needed her. He slid a finger up and down her pink slit until he found her hole. She was creamy wet; it was so easy to make her wet for him. He smirked. He pushed a finger past her p***y lips and deep into her little hole. She squirmed in his arms. “Shhh…relax.” She m****d. She was very tight, he may not be able to fit every inch of his thick c**k inside her the first time. He thought while he kept gently fingering her tight little p***y and noticed she was starting to breathe heavily. He took her hand and placed it on his hard length. He felt her small hand on the head, and then she moved it slowly down the shaft, making him g***n.

Turning in his arms, she looked down at her hand grasping his thick length. He hardened even more, drops of precum smearing her fingers. She raised her eyes to his and licked her lips. He g*****d. “You are big and hard. I want to taste you. And suck you.” F**k! Where had his innocent sweetheart gone? She was turning into his wildest fantasy of her. “I want to feel your hard, warm d**k in my mouth.” She said. His control snapped.

With a savage growled, he pushed her down to her knees. Both of her small hands held his throbbing c**k, caressing him. He m****d. She slid one soft hand up and down the length of his swollen rod. A drop of pre-cum started to ooze from the tip, without hesitation, she extended her tongue out and licked the pre-cum from his b***d-red tip. She tilted her head back, the pre-cum trailed from her tongue to his throbbing tip. He could have shot off right then; his beautiful sweetheart was holding his hard c**k and had his pre-cum on her tongue. He was filled with so much l**t, more than ever before. That’s when all in one motion, she engulfed his c**k into her mouth. He could feel her saliva all over his member. She took almost all of his thick length into her mouth and he felt the back of her throat twitch as his wet c**k head met it. He placed her hand on her head as she slowly started to suck him. “You feel so good,” He g*****d almost in sweet pain.

“Hmmm,” She hummed on his d**k. She started sucking him faster and he saw her reach a hand down to her p***y. F**k! She was rubbing her clit furiously and bucking her h**s while taking his d**k down her throat. He was ready to cum at the sight of his Sinclair masturbating for him. She was so good at it despite her inexperience. Despite him having to guide her.

He started to feel the familiar sensation in his balls. “Sweet, you’re going to make me cum,” he warned.

She plopped his d**k from her mouth, a string of saliva and precum coated her lips. His balls twitched. “I want to taste your cum. Don’t hold back,” taking his c**k back between her full lips. She placed a hand on his balls and began massaging them, sucking hard on his bulbous head.

“F**k,” he growled savagely. “I’m going to cum, Sin!” He shouted and g*****d as he shot his warm thick load after load of his hot cum down her throat. She began milking his c**k and balls, making sure she got every last drop of his cum. She sucked hard one last time like she was savoring her favorite dessert then she released him from her mouth. She was still kneeling before him, his hard d**k pulsing above her. He watched her swallow his cum. She grinned at his incredulous expression. -His little minx.-

“You always taste good,” she teased. He helped her stand and brought her close to him. Placing his lips onto hers, their tongues met in a torrid k**s. He grabbed her full breast in his hand while their tongues danced with one another. His c**k never losing its e******n. She ran her hand down to find it and started stroking it gently. ” I want to have all of you.”

Instead of answering, he placed his hands on her firm a*s cheeks, picked her up, and set her on the bathroom counter. He moved back in to continue with their passionate k**s. He felt the heat from her p***y on his tip, she was soaking wet. He slid his d**k up and down her wet, pink slit. “I want you inside of me, please, Nicholas.”

He was so tempted but he wanted their first time to be romantic, after their engagement, and not on a bathroom counter. “Soon, sweet. I promise. Let me make you cum.” His d**k pulsed again at the thought of playing with her beautiful p***y once more. Her full luscious lips on his, their tongues flicking together, two lovers in love. He slid his member between her swollen p***y lips and began to thrust his h**s, his sensitive head hitting her clit with practiced precision. Rubbing his hard c**k up and down her warm little slit. He broke their k**s and started running his lips down her neck. Sucking. Marking her skin. Leaving dark and deep patches for everyone to see.

With the cunny meeting his length, he bent and sucked one of her nipples while he rubbed the neglected one. Soon he felt her p***y lips spasm, she m****d deeply, her juices bathing him. He sucked harder, making her cry out as she trembled in his arms from the force of her o****m. Satisfied he made her reached her peaked, he undulated his h**s harder until he sprayed his warm seed on her belly. Heaving and breathing deeply on her chest from the extreme experience. He could just imagine how it will be when he filled her womb with his seed for their first time.

“I love you, Sinclair,” he murmured on her throat. She had just rocked his world. Each time was surpassing their previous s****l encounters.

“I love you, Nicholas.” She uttered just as feelingly, her lips on his wet hair. He shivered.

She was it for him. His Viscountess. His Lady.