Take Me Gently: A High School Forbidden Love Steamy Standalone Romance (Dirty Elite Academy) Read online

  Copyright

  Take Me Gently

  Copyright © 2021 Kate J. Blake

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  No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without written permission of the author, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages for review purposes only.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  Contents

  Take Me Gently

  Copyright

  About the Author

  About the Book

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Epilogue

  Excerpt: Love Me Sweet

  About the Author

  Kate J. Blake is a contemporary & erotic romance author who had the courage to quit her day job as a fashion consultant to write stories about strong women and brave alpha men.

  Kate travels the world a lot and describes those adventures in her books; she's a big fan of multicultural romance novels.

  Kate lives with her real-life hero and their chubby sweet cat. She's addicted to coffee and reads between three to five books a week.

  She loves hearing from her readers.

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  About the Book

  Daniel

  I’ve never been this close to a dream and at the same time this far away from it. I can have any woman, then why do I want the only one that will never be mine?

  The second I laid my eyes on her, I knew she was different. She didn’t belong to the place we met at. I had to ask her to leave, but what I didn’t know was how hard it was going to be for me to let her go...

  Savannah

  It was supposed to be a one time only experience. A one-night stand with the man of my dreams, but not only did he throw me out of his night club after figuring out that I lied, but now he also happens to be my school professor: a man I have to look at every day, but forbidden to touch.

  Will he ever let me get closer again? Maybe after another try...

  “Take Me Gently” is a new adult standalone forbidden novella between a high school professor and his student. There’s NO cheating or cliffhanger, and a beautiful HEA guaranteed.

  Chapter One

  Savannah

  I can't believe I'm actually doing this. My legs are shaking, and my hands are sweating as I stand at the entrance of one of the most luxurious and expensive sex clubs in Los Angeles.

  Well, officially, it's a custodial night club situated at the five-star hotel in downtown with the highest entry price per person.

  The security guy checks my ID one more time; his gaze travels from my face to the card and back again. I feel nauseous, terrified that he might figure out that it's fake. However, I know it's impossible. The ID card was so professionally forged that even a police officer wouldn't be able to tell.

  He gives me my documents back, and I almost can't believe it when he steps away, letting me in. I take a deep breath and try to hide a beaming smile, pretending that I have already been in here.

  The truth is, I have never been in a nightclub before, especially a sex club. I imagined hanging swings, champagne fountains, and naked waitresses, but I don't see any of this when I come in. The place looks like a regular bar; no one is even dancing.

  This club is legendary. Everyone knows that if you want to get laid, you have to come here. This club's manager provides high-class hookers, both men and women, for people who are too busy looking for a one-night stand in bars.

  I heard that some of their hotel rooms are made for BDSM scenes and other kinds of secret fetishes that I can't even imagine. Many people come here to meet influential producers to get a role in one of Hollywood's blockbusters. And, despite the vast 'Harvey scandal', it doesn't stop filmmakers from taking that risk because everything that happens in the club stays in the club. That's the one and only rule.

  Cell phones are forbidden, as is any other technology. There are no cameras in the club, even at the entrance, so no one could ever prove that I was here. They say that there are also about five back entrances here, and some celebrities come and go unnoticed.

  I came here to learn more about sex, of course. I’ve decided that I don't want to stay unexperienced any longer. Two days ago, I caught my boyfriend, Liam, cheating on me. I saw him and another girl in the men's shower room at our school "The Elite Academy" which is also called the "Dirty Elite Academy" because of all those forbidden things that happen there every day.

  I wanted to surprise him after his football practice by coming in and giving him a kiss. Still, Liam surprised me more by receiving a blowjob from one of the team's cheerleaders.

  He’s called me like two hundred times since then, apologizing and begging for forgiveness. He said that he cheated on me because I decided to wait until my eighteenth birthday to sleep with him. At the same time, he, obviously, 'needs sex more than anything'.

  Well, my birthday is today, and I'm officially an adult now. This asshole couldn't wait for two days to have sex, which makes me think it wasn't his first rodeo.

  I could've cried for weeks because of him, but I decided not to. No matter how much I thought I loved Liam, I'm not gonna let him ruin my birthday mood. I wanted this day to be remarkable. I wanted my first time to be unforgettable with candles and all that stuff in a luxury hotel.

  I heard about this night club long before my birthday. Everyone in our school talks about stuff like this all the time. A new fashion boutique to visit? A premiere for a movie with top celebrities? Our popular kids will be there on the same day.

  I was never interested in those things. First of all, because I'm a computer geek who really loves to study. My dad is one of those people who works on creating artificial intelligence, so I was always more interested in solar energy and spaceships than shopping and partying.

  But I'm not that kind of girl anymore. I decided to change my life entirely today. When I go to MIT, I won't have as much free time as I have now in high school. I only have a couple of weeks left before graduation, and I decided not to waste them on studying and boyfriends.

  Instead, I want to focus on men. To be precise, I decided to go into this club to find one man who will teach me everything I need to know about sex.

  I know this club is full of that kind of man: rich, powerful, passionate. And I need to find only one who can give me the best time of my life.

  Of course my parents have no idea that I'm here. I told them I was partying with my girlfriends, and they believed me because I’ve never lied to them before. I feel a little guilty that I’m doing it now, but what can I say? I’ll never have another eighteenth birthday, so I have to make the most of it.
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  I go to the bar to order some champagne. I brought plenty of cash so I wouldn’t have to use my credit card, so there would be no evidence that I was here. Now I can order something expensive, the kind of thing my mom drinks at her Sunday brunches with her girlfriends but never lets me try.

  "That's a gift from the man in the corner," the bartender tells me, and I freeze in surprise for a second.

  I have been in this club for maybe five minutes, and I already have a free drink? What a wonderful place!

  When I take a look at the corner, I hold my breath.

  There’s a young man there. He’s maybe a little over thirty, or maybe older, but I can't say precisely because of the lighting in here. He isn't drinking, just sitting alone and watching the crowd.

  And me. He's now looking directly at me, and I swear that my heart stops.

  He's wearing a suit but no tie, and the upper button of his shirt is open, exposing his long neck. And those eyes...I bet they are the color of the night, although I can't say for sure. And he's looking at me without breaking his gaze, not even blinking.

  I feel my legs start shaking, and I almost can't believe I'm lucky enough to find a perfect man right after I entered the bar.

  I swallow, trying to decide whether to go to his table with my glass to thank him for the drink or to wait until he comes to me.

  "Don't wait until all the bubbles evaporate. It's better when it's fresh, just like you," someone tells me from behind.

  When I turn around, I see a man who’s obviously over sixty wearing a massive Rolex watch on his wrist and holding a glass of whiskey in his hand.

  "I want to prolong the pleasure," I say politely, trying to sound at ease, although I want to run away.

  "I'm sure you do," he says slyly, licking his lips, without even trying to hide his appraisal of me from top to bottom.

  I try to breathe normally, but my legs are already shaking with fear.

  Maybe coming here wasn't the best idea.

  "Don't worry, I'll order another glass for you when you're done," he says, smiling like a perv, and it takes me a couple of seconds to process his words.

  "Are you telling me that this is a gift from you?" I ask in surprise, trying not to sound so disappointed.

  "Of course it is!" he exclaims with a laugh. "The guy at the bar should've told you."

  Yes, he said it was from a man in the corner, but he didn't point at the table. And there's more than one corner, of course.

  I can't believe I took a glass from a man older than my father. Does that mean that I'm accepting his flirting? Because I don't want to.

  "So tell me, pretty, what's your name?" the man continues, moving a little closer. "And which city has raised such a beautiful flower as you? I bet you'll be a new rising star in Hollywood soon."

  His snow-white fake teeth remind me of my grandfather, who had implants installed recently. I think I'm going to vomit.

  When I came here, I was wishing for a Prince Charming who would make my dream of my first time come true.

  But all I have is an old man with a midlife crisis who probably frequents sex clubs so his wife won’t find out about his addictions.

  "I'm not an actress; I was born in LA," I say, pulling away and leaving the glass of champagne on the counter.

  "Oh, I bet you were," he chuckles, obviously assuming that I’m lying, and moves even closer, stretching his hand to touch mine.

  When I pull my hand away, he frowns in irritation.

  "There's no need to be shy, darling," he says, and his voice is harsh this time, as if he's sick of playing the good guy. "We all know why you're here tonight. Beautiful young girls like you want to find men who will show them the city."

  "I'm not interested," I say and turn around to walk away, but he grabs the fabric of my dress and pulls me sharply back to him.

  "We're done when I say," he growls, taking my wrist and squeezing it so tightly that I'm hurt.

  I feel how my eyes are getting wet, and I know that I'm about to start crying.

  I can't believe I was stupid enough to come here in the middle of the night alone with no car and no one to save me.

  "She said you're done," commands a low, deep baritone voice, sounding as if it’s coming out of nowhere.

  The man I saw in the corner a couple of minutes ago is standing right here, next to us. He grabs my attacker's hand and pushes him away from me so hard that he hits the counter.

  And when the perv starts arguing, my savior nods silently to someone. In two seconds, security is throwing the man out of the club.

  Everything happened so fast that I don't have time to process it.

  Who's this guy, and why does everyone listen to him?

  What is he going to do next?

  My whole body is shaking from fear.

  And then my savior, the one that looks exactly like Prince Charming from my childhood fairy tales, turns to look at me again.

  He's tall, way taller than I am, and I played volleyball in middle school. He has thick, brown hair, neatly styled as if he’s on his way to a photo shoot. He's slightly unshaven, the way you always want a man to be when he kisses you. His high cheekbones and chiseled jaw give his face a masculine beauty. His big, dark brown eyes are looking at me so deeply that my heart skips a beat.

  This is the kind of guy I’ve dreamed of spending a night with.

  And the moment I want to thank him for saving me, he asks, "What the hell are you doing here?" His voice is harsh and unwelcoming, and he doesn't even try to hide his irritation.

  Chapter Two

  Daniel

  I noticed her the moment she walked into the club. She looked so different from all the girls who come here, even though she tried very hard to blend in.

  This girl doesn't have this vibe of a girl who's ready to do anything to get what she wants. The girls who come here look like shiny jewelry prepared for sale.

  This girl is different. She's scared, and no matter how hard she tries to hide it, she still looks like a lamb trapped in a cage with wolves.

  I wonder why she's here. Maybe she lost a bet, or perhaps she just wondered what it would be like to visit a club like this.

  "What the hell are you doing here?" I ask, and she twitches out of surprise. Her big light green eyes are filled with fear.

  I don't want to scare her, but I have to know why she’s here. First of all, because she just made me throw one of my regular clients out of the club. Secondly, because I suspect that she might be some kind of a blogger who wants to get new followers by writing about the most secret place in LA.

  And I don't need that. This place is famous mostly because of how private it is. You have to get an invitation before coming here. And those invitations are not so easy to get. You have to be recommended by a member. And only after the security department has checked everything, does the electronic invitation arrive.

  She opens her mouth to answer, but then I notice the hole in her dress at the waist. That asshole grabbed her so hard that he tore her dress.

  I have to fix this; I can't let her go out almost naked in the middle of the night. That's why I say, "Follow me."

  I start walking without even looking to make sure she’s following because I know she will. This place scares her so much that she'll do anything to get away from here as soon as possible.

  When we enter the elevator, she stops for a second.

  "Where are we going?" she asks with a trembling voice, and when I look at her face again, I realize that she's young, way more immature than I’d thought.

  "You have to change, your dress is torn," I say and press the button to go upstairs to my suite, which is located on the upper floor of this hotel.

  My hotel, as well as my club.

  "But I don't have anything to change into," she whispers, barely audible, sounding guilty as if she was required to have a spare dress in her bag.

  "I'll give you my shirt, and then I'll ask my driver to get you home," I say strictly, trying not to loo
k at her anymore.

  This girl attracts me and, for some reason, terrifies me at the same time. The way she walks, as if she's never been kissed, much less had sex; the way she looks at me with those huge green eyes like a cartoon princess from a Disney movie. I want to touch her if only to make sure she's real; the way she tucks her hair behind her ears, exposing a long, gorgeous neck with pale skin as if made for monsters like me to taste. The way she nervously bites her full rose lips, causing them to swell.

  All of it makes my dick jump in anticipation.

  I haven't even touched her. She's not even naked yet, but my cock is already half hard. Only from looking at her. As if we're going to my suite to have sex. Which we're not, I remind myself.

  She's too young for me, way too immature, too innocent; it's evident that she’s barely twenty-one, which is the minimum age to get an invitation.

  I glance at her once again because, obviously, I can't force myself not to. She's looking down at the floor, nervously playing with the bracelets on her wrist and trembling slightly in fear.

  I want to touch her, to calm her down, press her body against mine, taste those full rose lips, and make her understand that no one will hurt her when she's with me.

  No one but me.

  She doesn't know it yet, but the real monster, the darkest devil in this club, is the person she’s following right now. If she only knew what I'm capable of and how cruel I can be, she would run away from me as soon as possible and never look back.

  But she doesn't know me; she’s never even heard of me. When she looks up again, I see interest and desire rather than fear and lust, like other women have when they see me. Women are terrified of me but still want to taste me as if I'm some kind of monster they dream of taming.

  I am a monster, obviously, but no one in this world can tame me.

  Not anymore.

  But this girl is different. She obviously grew up rich. It's not because of her Gucci bag or Louboutin shoes; most women dress up for this club as if they can afford stuff like that. No, it's something different. It's the way she handles things, even her torn dress. Obviously to her it's just a dress that can be replaced easily. She doesn't bother.