Miranda's POV
I woke tangled in silk sheets memories of last night rushing back to my head with Albert's lips on mine, his hands pulling me close, quickly waved off those thoughts and slide out of bed.
I padded across the plush carpet with bare silent feet. A wardrobe stood open stocked with designer dresses, lacy underwear and they were all my size! That's creepy. On the nightstand a handwritten note caught my eye: breakfast at 9 in the dining hall, don't be late. -A
I crumpled the paper tossing it aside. Like hell I'd play along but my stomach growled, betraying me. I hadn't eaten since yesterday's campus lunch. Fine! I'd go, but only to tell him I needed to go back home.
I grabbed a simple black dress from the wardrobe, soft fabric clinging to my skin and slipped on flats. A quick glance in the mirror showed my face pale, eyes puffy from crying. I looked like a mess but I don't care, let him see what he'd done to me.
The dining hall was down a long hallway, Albert sat at a polished table sipping coffee, looking annoyingly perfect in a crisp shirt with his sleeves rolled up to show muscled forearms. He glanced up as I entered, his dark eyes locking onto me a slow smile spreading.
"Good morning Miranda," he said. "Sleep well?"
I frowned my face, standing by the door. "No, all thanks to you so what's this about Albert?"
He gestured to the chair opposite him, a spread of pancakes, fruit, and bacon laid out. "Nothing, just breakfast, please sit."
I hesitated then slid into the seat grabbing a plate. "I'm only here because I'm starving, don't you think I'm okay with whatever you're doing."
He chuckled leaning back. "Fair enough but while you're here let's talk about why you're here."
My fork froze halfway to my mouth. "Why I'm here? You mean your sick plan to make me your sex toy?"
"I didn't say that but I can teach you pleasure, intimacy, things you've never felt before starting with a simple kiss, maybe."
My cheeks burned remembering last night's kiss, how my body had betrayed me. "I don't want your lessons."
He stood circling the table then stopping behind me. "Your body says otherwise." Before I could protest he leaned down, lips brushing mine firmer this time, demanding. His tongue slipped in coaxing mine and fuck my pulse raced as heat pooling low in my belly. I pushed at his chest, but my hands stopped, feeling his heartbeat.
"Stop," I gasped pulling back. "I can't."
"You can," he murmured kissing me deeply again and his hand sliding to my neck. My nipples hardened against the dress, I hated how good it felt. "Just let go, follow my lead."
I shoved harder breaking free panting. "You're forcing me!"
He stepped back smirking. "Am I? Or are you curious?" He sat down picking up his coffee like nothing happened. "Eat, we'll continue later."
I glared shoving pancakes into my mouth to avoid talking but how my body buzzed, traitorously awake.
By afternoon he'd summoned me to a private lounge, all velvet couches and low lighting. I walked in pissed and ready to fight.
Albert stood by a bar pouring wine, his shirt unbuttoned enough to show a hint of chest. God, why was he so hot? It made hating him harder.
"Ready for lesson two?" he asked, handing me a glass.
I set it down untouched. "I'm not your puppet, Albert."
He stepped closer. "I didn't call you a puppet."
Before I could argue he tugged my dress straps down slow enough I froze as the fabric slid off, baring my breasts, nipples stiffening in the cool air. His eyes darkened with hungry. "Beautiful," he whispered, hands grazing my sides, thumbs brushing just under my tits.
"Don't," I said, but my voice shook and I didn't move. His fingers trailed lower hooking into my panties pulling them down slowly. My pussy was bare tingling and I clenched my thighs, mortified at the wetness there. This is embarrassing!
"Relax," he said, kneeling as his breath hot against my skin. "I'm just teaching you erogenous zones here." His fingers brushed my inner thighs making me gasp. "Here." His thumb grazed my nipple sending a jolt through me. "And here." His hand cupped my pussy with one finger sliding along my slit, slick with my arousal.
"Albert, please," I whimpered, half protest, half plea.
He looked up, eyes locked on mine. "Let me show you what sweetness is." His tongue flicked out parting my folds, lapping at my clit. I moaned, my legs trembling as he sucked me gently, his tongue diving deeper circling my entrance teasing the sensitive nerves.
My hands gripped his hair pulling him closer despite the rejection from me earlier. The pleasure built intense unfamiliar, until my hips bucked, and I release hard, crying out as my pussy pulsing against his mouth.
He stood wiping his lips smirking. "Good girl, that's just the start."
I collapsed onto the couch panting, my body active in ways I'd never known. "I… I can't believe that happened."
He sat beside me, hand resting on my thigh. "But it does, ready for more?"
I shook my head. "I've never done this before because I'm a virgin, Albert."
His eyes darkened, a low growl escaping him. "Fuck, that's perfect! I'll go slow Miranda and make it worth it."
Before he could say more, his phone buzzed loud and insistent, "dammit!" he cursed, pulling it out. "What is it? Now?" He listened face hardening. "Fine! I'm coming." He stood, adjusting his bulging cock through his pants. "It's a business call, stay here and think about how good that felt."
I sat there naked trembling and my pussy still throbbing from his tongue, my mind filled with a mess of fear and want. He left and the door clicking shut, I was alone burning with thoughts I couldn't control because did I really want this?