Teaching from a Goddess

Savannah

I left the party and walked up the stairs, where Reid was standing like a soldier at the front of his door.

His face was flushed, and the smile on his lips was endearing.

I took the bottom part of his belt and wagged it behind me, leading him into the room like I’ve been here a thousand times before.

He closed the door and locked it all while never looking anywhere but me.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked him, giving him a chance to really think about this.

Not everyone saw the sexy stuff like I did.

While this would be fun for me, I didn’t want to make him feel like just because I said yes he had no options.

“Yes, goddess, I am.” His sweet face lit up with the brightest smile, showing off his pearly white teeth like he had just gotten the biggest gift in his life.

I mean, I am, but still.

I looked around his room and saw my pictures on the walls.

Not everywhere like some psycho stalker but more than ten.

Different ones from different shows and different times of my life.

“That one is from the first show.” He pointed to a Polaroid picture in a thick pink frame on his shelf.

And he was right.

It was indeed from my very first show. I was seven years old, the yellow dress I had on was made by my mother.

I remember standing on our dinner table for hours while she pinned and cut to make it for me.

She used an old dress of hers for the material.

“I came to all of them. The first one by accident, but I never stopped.”

He pointed around and I saw a picture from every one of my championships.

All the way up to my last.

I saw some of the band T-shirts my dad made in his spare time hanging in his closet and even one of my autographs hanging on his wall right next to a purple and green guitar pick.

“You’re the one I gave that to? That was like five years ago.” I walked away from him and took a look at it.

It was my first one.

My dad bought it when he taught me to play electric guitar. I remember holding it in my hand, flipping it through my fingers as a little girl so pumped to finally get to wail on the guitar.

I had a hat from ~Alice in Wonderland~ that the mad hatter wore and tricked it out to look like my own version of being like Slash.

I wanted a double barrel guitar just like him. I would dress in all black—he was my first crush.

“Six, it’s my most prized possession.”

He looked at it with such pride and joy, almost as much as I did when I came home from school to find it and my dad waiting.

I set my jacket down on his brown desk, my purse laying on top of it.

I needed a real drink to get this sad shit out of my head.

There is no way I’ll be able to come with bittersweet memories floating around me.

“You wouldn’t happen to have any whiskey?”

I ran my finger over the room; I couldn’t have him running back downstairs.

Percy would see it and he would know exactly what I was up to.

He would shut that shit down before I could even get a sip.

Reid’s smile widened even more. He jumped from my side to his bed and pulled the edge of a “brink of Oblivion” poster up to show a hidey hole in the wall behind it.

“You Shawshank your bedroom?”

He laughed, grabbing a silver and black flask from the hidden compartment and jumping back to my side.

“For you, my goddess.” He even opened the lid and handed it to me like it was another offering to the fire Gods.

“Thanks.” I tossed it back and welcomed the burn; the sharp taste was not what I was expecting but it worked.

“That’s not whiskey, it’s bourbon. And vermouth at that.” I shivered in disgust and took another big gulp.

“I am so sorry, I thought it was. I am so sorry.” His face paled and he looked like he had insulted my entire ancestry.

“It’s alright. Here, take this off. You don’t need it where you’re going.” I set the flask down and helped take the leash I had donned him with.

I saw goosebumps dance across his arms and the little shimmy he gave when my fingertip brushed his neck made this a lot more fun for me.

Here this sweet boy was, wanting me like…like I was his dream come true. It was endearing to be thought of like this.

He wasn’t some hard up guy who wanted to stick it in any warm hole he could, he wanted me.

Only me—that’s something sweet and innocent.

Something I don’t think I’ve ever had before.

“Reid, if there’s something, anything at all that I tell you to do that you don’t feel right about, it’s okay, just say something and we will work around it.”

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want. Okay?”

I laid my hand on his cheek. Even though I was the one he was so keen on worshiping, he was still taller than me, but I could fix that.

He was going to be on his knees for the remaining bit of our hour.

He snuggled into my hand and took a breath like I had just given him everything this sweet heart could ever ask for.

“Yes, goddess, I understand.” His eyes closed and he laid the weight of his head in my hand like he couldn’t even fathom I had touched him so softly.

“Are you ready, puppy?”

I ran my thumb in a soft circle on the apple of his cheek. His eyes popped open and he nodded fiercely.

“Okay, take your shirt off, slowly.”

I wanted him to put on a little show for me, not that I was expecting some Chippendale-like performance, but he was so innocent and I wanted to see what he was going to come up with.

Reid nodded, stepping back and teased the pull of his shirt just like I asked. When he hooked his fingers under the bottom hem and let it creep up, he didn’t disappoint.

Reid looked like a puppy, but dude had a nice body.

He worked out and wasn’t covered in man hair—the dusting of it was nice, masculine touches on his chest and the bunny trail that moved down to his dick.

“Good boy. Now, shoes, pants.”

I pointed down and snapped like the mistress I was playing today.

He did it just like his shirt, slow and teasing.

When I saw his white tighty-whities I almost chuckled—almost.

“Nice tighty-whities, Marky Mark would approve.” I eyed his bulge and thought he must be working with some nice pipework because it was tented out pretty damn far.

“Thank you, goddess.” He stood proudly, unashamed of his body, and that was a turn on. He may be innocent, but he was still confident and I could relate to a degree.

“Get down on all fours, come to me, help me undress, little puppy,” I purred.

Reid fell to his hands and knees instantly.

He crawled to me, kissing my left shoe before slipping it off and doing the same to my sock before adding another kiss to the top of my foot, then going to the next.

“Good boy, now my pants.”

His hands came up to my button, popping it and dragging the zipper down with a steady hand, but I could see his heavy breathing.

When my orange boyshorts showed through the opening, he sucked in a deep breath like he had struck gold.

“Reid.”

I placed my hands over his to stall him before he began pulling them down my thighs. I just remembered he was about to see my self-harm scars and I wanted to warn him in a way.

His round doe eyes looked up at me, begging to let him continue.

“You know whatever we do here, you can’t tell anyone. It’s private. What I mean is, you can’t describe anything. About my body or what you’ll do to it?”

This random jump in anxiety hit me like I was ashamed, but I wasn’t, nobody knew about my marks but Uncle Jonah and Percy.

My own mother and father had no idea and I wanted to keep it that way.

Not that I hated them, it’s just not something I wanted broadcasted.

I don’t give a fuck what the world thought, if it came out then I would handle whatever shit came my way.

But it was just easier if nobody ~could~ form an opinion about something that had nothing to do with them.

Damon hadn’t noticed and I doubt anyone at the bar did since we had put on a show that I’m sure distracted them.

“Yes, goddess, I promise.”

I could hear the honesty in his sweet voice.

“Good boy.” I threaded my hand through his brown hair and did a pet-like move to let him go on.

When he peeled my light-wash blue jeans down, he acted like he was Indiana Jones and was taking some rare artifact from the tomb and had to use such caution.

My scars came into view, my jeans moved to my ankles, and Reid helped me step out of them. He folded them neatly and set them on his desk like a mannerly, good little boy.

When he looked up from my legs, his lips parted, and he held a hand to his chest like he was in awe.

“You are breathtaking, goddess. Perfect. Beautiful. Gorgeous,” he started to ramble again.

“Thank you, puppy.” I petted his head again and walked away, going to the side of his bed and sitting down with my legs spread.

“Come here, sweet boy.”

I traced the inside of my thighs with my fingertips back and forth. He booked it to me in a mad dash.

I ran my right hand down his cheek and cradled his jaw again.

“Tell me, puppy, have you ever seen a woman’s body before?”

He licked his lips.

“Never in person, on my phone, or the computer.” His cheeks rolled with a red tint.

“You’ve seen it in porn?” I clarified.

“Yes, goddess.” He nodded.

“What kind do you watch?” My first two fingers swept under his chin and lifted it higher for me to look down at him.

The color brightened.

“Normal kind?” he squeaked.

“Aw, puppy, you don’t have to be embarrassed. There is no one set of normal, your normal isn’t my normal. Have you seen what it’s like to eat someone out?”

The smile on his face warmed my heart.

“Y-y-yes, goddess. I have.”

“I’ll be the first one you’ll ever taste? The first one you have ever seen face to face? Ever touched?”

His breathing quickened.

“Yes, goddess,” he whispered out.

“I want you to start at my ankles and kiss your way up my legs, go back and forth between them as you work up.”

I moved my feet to teeter on the heel of my soles and placed my hands behind my back.

My chest stuck out, bridging and enhancing the dip in my curve.

Reid went right to work, kissing my right ankle then my left, webbing between my calves as he worked up to my knees.

When he saw the scar from my surgery there, he laid an extra three kisses along the length of it and kept moving like it was nothing.

He kissed my thighs and spread my legs out even farther when he came inches from my core.

~This is it. This right here will solve all my problems.~

~Well… almost. ~

~At least this will get my mind off of Damon for a while.~

~BOOM!~

I jump from the sound of Reid’s bedroom door being busted through.

A loud bang, like a kick from steel-toe boots to simple and durable synthetic wood being launched off its hinges with all the hostility and aggression of the devil himself.

Out of pure instinct, my body tenses, as a small (hopefully barely noticeable) gasp departs from my lips as if it jumps from the diving board.

My thighs slam shut on Reid’s poor head, still stuck between them.

Laid out on his bed, in nothing but my bra and panties, I see the shadow of a hulky douche canoe seething in the doorway.

~Oh shit.~

~Damon’s here.~