He’d called that area her p***y. Since starting to teach high school, she’d heard the oddly descriptive term a time or two, but it certainly never appeared in any biology textbook
She set the swing to rocking again. Although his fingers, his mouth—heck, everything he’d done had been stimulating—the huge difference had come from feeling helpless, from having no control.
She’d never been so excited in her life. Had never had an orgasm like that…ever. And God, she wanted to do it all over again.
But she wouldn’t have Master Dan with her next time. The thought made her stomach twist, so she sipped more tea. He had been…overwhelming. She couldn’t get him out of her mind, how his face had looked when he’d touched her. The way he’d watched her so intently. How he’d pushed her, controlled her.
