Title: A Place Of Learning - part three.
Rating: M
Beta: Not beta'd so all mistakes are mine.
Pairing: Ryan/Taylor.
Disclaimer: I don't own The OC, Ryan or Benjamin McKenzie Story: Smut.
Notes: More filth with a tad of light bondage thrown in.
A Place Of Learning
Part 3
Ryan still couldn't quite believe what had happened between Taylor and him. It was kind of strange if truth be told and oh so fucking hot. He'd had the not so innocent Taylor in the school library. Just thinking about it sent his brain into overload.
Straight afterward he'd worried that Taylor might have been indiscreet about it but she hadn't. He supposed on reflection a girl who had been having it away with the Dean of Discipline under the noses of the students and staff without a whiff of rumour would know how to keep things under wraps. Ryan was relieved about that, he wanted to keep it casual between them because for one, if Seth and Summer were to found out then his life would not be worth living, after the initial shock and horror of finding that he and Taylor had done the wild thing then would come the matchmaking and Ryan did not want any part of that. He liked Taylor, she was a friend but as to a fully blown relationship…no. The good thing was that Taylor seemed to think the same way as him... thank god. They hadn't managed to meet up since that night in the library and that was two days ago. Taylor was being so cool about it, there had been no pushy phone calls from her asking why he hadn't rung and she seemed to be enjoying the tease thing they had going as much as he was. It was fun carrying on as normal in front of Seth and Summer but slipping in the odd innuendo that only the two of them would understand, the looks that had been passing between them unbeknownst to the others made Ryan fidget and long for a rematch with Miss Townsend. Ryan also realized what a dirty mouth Taylor had; she would hurriedly whisper things into his ears whilst passing in the corridor that would quite frankly make a hooker blush. Ryan definitely had another itch to scratch with Taylor that needed attention, soon.
He'd been waiting outside for Seth at the end of the day; they were on their way home for a games marathon and pizza when he received a text message from Taylor. It was simple and to the point.
i 'mother out, want to come over and keep me company…maybe do some 'studying'. T. Xx. ' /i
Ryan felt a flush creep up the back of his neck. Just as he was replying Taylor drew up in her car next to him. She raised her eyebrows at him.
"So, what do you say?"
Ryan replied by getting in her car. He'd make up some excuse to Seth; this was way too good an opportunity to pass up. He surprised himself by finding that the prospect of spending time with Taylor was not an unpleasant one with or without the sex that he'd hope he'd be getting. Huh...strange. They drove in comparative silence and that also surprised Ryan. This girl was certainly an enigma. They pulled up outside a house that was far less showy than Ryan would have thought, okay it was still palatial by his standards but by Newport's style code it was fairly modest. Taylor showed him inside and gave him a quick tour then parked him in the kitchen whilst she went and changed. Ryan helped himself to a soda and waited. Taylor came back downstairs looking casual in jeans and a sun vest. It looked different from her usual slightly formal attire and it suited her. Taylor popped open a can of her own and dragged him into the den and turned the TV on. They talked and flicked channels and Ryan had to admit that Taylor on her own turf was a lot less full on, she seemed more relaxed and less uptight here and he liked it. In a strange way she reminded him of Theresa, she had the same forthright way of asking questions that he found difficult to evade so he found himself answering personal stuff without realizing until it was to late. She didn't patronise him either with pity or false interest. Taylor liked to talk but she also listened which was a pleasant change, living with Seth tested his patients sometimes.
Taylor excused herself; Ryan glanced at his watch and realized that he'd been talking with her for over two hours without even thinking about sex. That had to be a record. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and turned it on, as he thought, there were several missed calls from Seth and one from Summer. He flipped open his phone and called home, Seth picked up immediately. Ryan was evasive about where he was and just said he'd be home later, he loved winding Seth up and could hear the desperation in his friends voice, Ryan laughed and hung up. Taylor had come back into the room and he flatly stated 'Seth' to her, she laughed and he turned his phone off again. Taylor sat down next to him on the couch this time and all the previous sexual tension of the past few days suddenly crackled between them. Ryan felt the delicious frisson well up in his stomach at being in close proximity with Taylor again. She looked at him and he could guess that she was feeling it too. Their heads got closer together, slowly not touching yet but so close that he could smell a hint of toothpaste on her breath and see the faint smattering of freckles across her nose. She ran her hand up his arm and he cupped the back of her neck, they both turned their heads, ghosting each other's lips but still not touching. Ryan's heart started beating erratically in his chest… he never thought that an almost kiss could be so hot and erotic, He shut his eyes and moved forward but instead of the soft feel of her lips he met with air as she got up off the couch. He opened his eyes and caught a wink as she bound out of the den with a call that she was going to make dinner. He gave a breathless laugh and followed her. She was moving swiftly around the kitchen pulling out dried pasta from the cupboards, slicing tomatoes and filling pans. Ryan sat at the bench beside her with his head in his hands watching as she cooked and talked. She moved gracefully here like she was at home in the kitchen and that made Ryan strangely happy, she obviously wasn't some trust fund baby who thought that cooking was beneath her.
He felt relaxed as he watched, he could see himself spending more time with Taylor, she was so different than he had first imagined, although he still couldn't quite see them as a couple for some reason, she definitely had the right criteria to become a trusted friend and Ryan did not let people fill that post easily but he had the feeling that he could tell her anything and she wouldn't be shocked, she wouldn't betray his trust in her. No, Taylor was a misunderstood book in his opinion and a girl who would come into her own once she left behind the pettiness of high school and her mother's dragging influence. That was something they both had in common, the feeling of never measuring up to your family be it a real one or adopted. He felt a sudden rush of guilty affection for the girl in front of him; yes he too had bought into the irritating Taylor Townsend myth at the start without looking further beneath her skin and he had almost missed all this.
She placed two bowls of steaming hot pasta in front of him, oozing garlic, olive oil and tomato. Taylor opened a bottle of red wine and poured them both a glass. He sniffed his food appreciatively and picked up his fork. He ate hungrily not realizing just how ravenous he'd been, when he looked up he saw Taylor looking at him with an amused expression on her face.
"Sorry, it's good." He wiped his mouth and took a gulp of wine.
"Don't apologise for liking my food. I love cooking but my mother only eats low carb and well, there's no point cooking for one." She replied.
"Hey, anytime you want to cook let me know." Ryan smiled.
"That's a deal." Taylor beamed, blushed and resumed eating her meal. Ryan felt pleased that such a simple thing like saying he would come over again made her happy. After the last scrap of sauce had been wiped up with bread and the wine had slipped down to half a bottle Ryan was feeling no pain.
"That was fantastic."
He gathered the bowls and made for the sink.
"You don't need to do that."
"I'm going to admit something to you now, a shameful secret…" He lent forward. "I like washing dishes, always have done."
"Oh Ryan, your reputation as Harbours resident hard man will would be in tatters if that got out."
"I trust that you won't be responsible for ruining my reputation." He laughed and started to run water into the sink.
Taylor gave him a sad smile. "Sleeping with me is enough to ruin your rep at our school."
"Hey, that is not true. I'd be proud to have you on my arm… really…it's just things have a way of becoming complicated once they are out in the open and as we aren't a couple in the true sense of the word…" He went quiet for a second. "Look Taylor…I'm not keeping this under wraps because I'm ashamed of you okay?"
"Ryan…I was just stating a fact, I wasn't out to make you feel guilty or anything. We both know what this is. Buddy fuck time and that's it. I'm happy with that… it's just that I know what most of the boys at school think of me. I always have to find my own dates to dances; even the lamest of students never ask me out. Why is that?"
Ryan put down his washcloth and walked over to where Taylor stood with her head bowed. He put his hand under her chin and raised her head so she was looking at him.
"You know what Taylor, I have no idea why. And the more time I spend with you, the more it mystifies me."
"Yeah, right." Taylor clearly embarrassed, scoffed.
He lent forward and kissed her softly. The faint taste of garlic and red wine on their lips, their kiss deepened, their tongues tangling and slipping against each other's. Ryan heard himself groan into her mouth as the previous lustful spark between them was reignited. He lifted Taylor up onto the counter top and nestled himself snugly between her thighs. He moved his hands up under her top, running his palms up and down her smooth back as they kissed. He could feel himself getting increasingly excited, his dick shifting in his pants, getting hard, and trying to find the room to grow. Taylor obviously felt it too and slid her ass forward on the counter pushing into him, he could feel the heat radiating off of her and it caused an involuntary buck of his hips hard into her.
"Maybe we should go somewhere more suitable or things are going to get out of hand right here." Taylor giggled.
"Would that be such a bad thing?" Ryan concentrated on getting her top up over her head.
"I think we can do better than the kitchen and besides it'll be in your interest to follow me." Taylor whispered in his ear.
"Yeah?" Ryan stepped away from the counter.
"Yeah." Taylor hopped down from where she sat and hooked her finger in one of the loops on his jeans. She turned and led him out of the kitchen and up a flight of stairs. Ryan followed willingly staring at her ass as he went. She pushed open a door and pulled him into what was obviously her bedroom. His eyes focused on the large bed in front of him and his pants felt a hell of a lot tighter. Taylor set about pulling the drapes, now Ryan was pretty sure that a girl who'd willingly have sex in a public library did not have issues with shyness. She pulled open a drawer and shuffled around inside. Now Ryan was intrigued. Taylor turned and held her arms behind her back as if keeping something from him.
"Would you say you were an adventurous man Ryan?" Taylor purred. Standing in front of him wearing a pair of tight jeans and just her bra. It couldn't have made her look less like the Taylor Townsend that strutted around Harbour.
Ryan swallowed hard.
"I'm always open to suggestion if that's what you mean."
Taylor nodded and walked towards him, she slowly brought her hand out from behind her back.
Ryan was pretty sure all the blood drained from his brain as he took in the silver handcuffs that hung from her finger as she deliberately swayed them back and forth.
"Fuck." He breathed. Seth would not believe this…not that he'd be telling him about this… but fuck.
"You mind?" Taylor picked up one of his hands and clicked one of the metal rings shut.
"No…I don't mind…not in the least."
Taylor paused for a while and studied him. "Take your shirt off." She eventually said. Ryan had no problem with that either, reached behind him, and pulled both his shirt and tee off up over his head. He dropped both on the floor.
"Are you going to take your bra off now?" He asked.
"I'm issuing the orders now…not you." She said sternly. "Get on the bed."
Ryan grinned at her game. Oh yeah, he didn't mind being ordered around by a beautiful girl. "Am I allowed to speak?"
"No."
Ryan bit his lip to stop himself from smiling and sat down on the bed. Taylor pushed him backwards and grabbed at his arm, the one that had the cuff attached. She pulled it up over his head.
"Put your other hand up and grab the frame."
Ryan complied and felt Taylor wind the cuffs through the metal bed frame and snap the other end shut on his free wrist. His dick pressed hard against his zipper and he stared at Taylor's rack that was practically pressing against his face as she cuffed him. He shifted his hips trying to get comfortable.
"Did I say you could move?" Taylor stood up and placed her hands on her hips. Her natural bossiness was a perfect foil for this game Ryan thought. He was about to apologize but snapped his mouth shut in time.
"Mmm, you learn fast don't you?" She grinned at him and pulled down the zipper on her jeans before wiggling out of them, She reached up and unclasped her bra from behind and slipped it off her arms, she was soon wearing only her panties. Ryan watched with interest and was soon dying to shift his hips again; hell, he wanted to be able to reach down and rearrange himself into a more comfortable position but he had to settle for pulling in his stomach in the hope that things would move of their own accord. He watched as Taylor moved around the room and used the opportunity of when she had her back to him to shift on the bed. She was busy lighting the candles that lined up on her dressing table. Ryan held his breath as she turned again and walked over to the bed holding a short church candle in her hand.
She smiled seductively and watched as the candle burned. Ryan had a pretty good idea as to what was coming up and he stifled a groan. Taylor was proving wilder than even he imagined. She got up on the bed and straddled his waist. Ryan pulled on the handcuffs and stared at the candle.
"My Korean friends taught me this trick…it'll feel strange at first but you'll love it in the end I promise."
And with that she tilted the candle slightly. The hot wax landed in the centre of his chest. It burned red hot then stung as it cooled.
"Fuck Taylor!" He jerked his head up.
She snapped her head up at his words and tipped the candle again letting the hot wax splatter down onto him. He bit his lip this time and hissed through his teeth, he shut his eyes and held his breath as the wax cooled again. He opened his eyes and saw Taylor staring down at him, her eyes bright with arousal as she slanted the candle again, this time she aimed over his nipple, the white heat burned a path straight to his groin and he bucked his hips, she did it again on the other nipple and his pelvis convulsed. The hot wax splattered again and again and she was right, waiting for the burn became a delicious anticipation. Soon he was pulling uncontrollably on his bounds and shifting his hips in abandon. He was openly swearing and to hell with her rules. Taylor was obviously too caught up in watching the wax drop down to notice that he was violating her game rules or maybe she just liked watching him squirm more.
Taylor was openly rubbing herself against his groin and Ryan wasn't sure of how much more he could take, the rough denim bit into him. The whole pleasure pain thing was scrambling his brain and he felt both pissed off and relieved when Taylor lifted herself off of him and placed the candle down on the side table next to the bed. She shimmied out of her panties, went down the end of the bed, and removed his shoes one by one. Ryan was breathing heavily by the time she unbuttoned his pants and he was again openly cursing as she slowly pulled his zipper down making sure she palmed him as she went. He lifted his hips as she pulled his pants off leaving him clad only in his boxer briefs; he glanced down and saw that his straining cock was obscenely fighting for a way out, he sunk his head back into the pillow as Taylor pulled them off to. She climbed back onto the bed and picked up the candle again…Ryan started to sweat, worried that she might want to drip the wax onto the one place he did not want it. His worse fears were realized when she straddled him again this time low on his thighs the candle held dangerously above his dick.
"Shit, Taylor not there…no way." He sounded stern even to his own ears but Taylor didn't bat an eyelid.
"You are not supposed to be talking." was the only thing she said. She looked into his eyes and then down at his manhood.
"Taylor I'm warning you."
He pulled at the cuffs as he saw the candle tilt. He saw the wax drop as if in slow motion. It ran down his shaft in a slow undulation like hot lava. It hurt more than even he imagined it would, a searing hot pain that made his heart stop. He shut his eyes and cried out. He was just wondering what he had gotten himself into when the pain was replaced by a cool wetness as Taylor slid her pussy down his shaft. He snapped his eyes open and watched as she rolled her hips. The pain dissipated completely replaced by his own hungry need. She rocked back and forth, pumping him in a fast steady rhythm. The adrenalin rush of panic he'd just felt heightened his own arousal and he bucked his hips upwards in the same tempo she was using, he tried all the techniques known to man to stave off the rising orgasm that was building but Taylor's superior internal muscle tone and the expert way she ground herself on him were making it hard. He was sweating as was she and watching the sheen bloom her tits and not being able to reach out with his hand or his mouth was pure torture. Taylor lent over and picked up the candle again and Ryan felt his balls twitch and tighten. She arched her back and keeping her eyed locked with his she raised the candle and tipped it. The hot wax ran a path down her chest, Taylor gasped and he felt her cunt clench around him… Ryan lost it. His whole body shook, wracked with pleasure was he watched Taylor drip the wax down onto herself.
"Oh fuck…oh fuck." He chanted as his body spilled into her.
He let his brain black out; his head falling back into the pillow behind and willed his body regain some control over its breathing. He opened his eyes at the sound of Taylor's laughter. She looked down at then both and picked a hardened crust of wax off of his chest.
"We'd better clean ourselves up."
Ryan gave a snorted laugh of his own.
"Can't…I'm a bit tied up." He rattled the cuffs for effect. "And if you tell me you've lost the key then I will have to tell everyone that you sleep with a Smurf in your bed." Ryan nodded down to the stuffed cuddly toy that now lay on the floor.
Taylor giggled and gently removed herself off Ryan's groin. She picked up Papa Smurf and cuddled him; Ryan shook his head, the image jarred with the hot girl who had just been torturing him, a girl who owned handcuffs.
"You're crazy." He said.
"You are still tied up so I'd watch what you say." Taylor stuck her tongue out and turned away giving him a wriggle of her ass. She returned to him with the keys and undid the cuffs. Taylor pulled on her jeans and another tee and went in search of the half finished bottle of wine. Ryan rubbed both his wrists and wondered what he'd be telling the Cohen's about the livid red marks that circled his wrists. He looked down at his chest and all the red marks under the wax. Long sleeved shirt it was for a few days. He gingerly started to pick the globs of wax off his skin leaving a little pile if dried wax on Taylor's bedside table. She was right...it took some getting used to but once you did then damn…it was mind blowing. He wondered what the hell else she had up her sleeve. He eyed the cuffs and wondered of Taylor would be up for a spot more role-playing but this time he'd be the one in control. His mind started to work overtime. Would Taylor be up for taking the cuffs outside? He pulled on his jeans not bothering to do them up fully so they hung low on his hips and went in search of her, slipping the cuffs into his back pocket. He trotted down the stairs with more energy than he should have had and skidded to a stop when he heard voices coming from the den.
Shit, busted.
He heard the grating tones of Veronica Townsend drift out into the hall. He was just about to retreat back upstairs when he caught the actual words Taylor's mother was saying.
"When I was your age I was always out with friends…I just don't understand it Taylor."
Ryan clenched his fists.
"Why are you so unpopular?" Veronica gave a dramatic sigh. "It does so reflect badly on me you know. Look at what you're wearing… you look slovenly and cheap. It's no wonder that boys don't give you a second look."
Ryan squared his shoulders and marched nonchalantly into the den and straight over to where Taylor stood looking crushed.
"Hey, you comin' back to bed." He growled deliberately making his voice drip with desire.
Taylor widened her eyes and nodded to her mother. Ryan put an arm around her shoulder and nodded at Mrs Townsend as if he'd only just noticed her.
"Oh sorry, we thought you were out for the evening." He lent forward and held out his hand. "I'm Ryan…Taylor's boyfriend."
She took it and shook it like she was at a garden party and not encountering a half naked teen. "You live with the Cohen's don't you."
Ryan nodded. Her eyes wandered down to his pants and Ryan wished he'd paused enough to hitch them up before he entered the room. God knows what he was showing."I'll tell Kirsten you said hi shall I." Mrs Townsend dragged her eyes away from his pants and looked up.
"If you could." Her eyes shone in a way that only the truly sycophantic can. "I hear that she's holding a fundraiser for the Children's Trust. I have some ideas that might interest her."
"I'll let her know." Ryan hugged Taylor in close.
"May I just say what a beautiful daughter you have, you must be so proud." He said pointedly. "But of course you are, every mother is proud of their daughter."
Veronica coughed, blushed and excused herself reminding Ryan to tell Kirsten to expect a call.
Ryan waited until the door closed before he looked down.
"Well… I'm never going to be able to show my face around here again that's for sure. It's not everyday you show your genitals to your friends mothers."
Taylor giggled as Ryan hitched up his pants. Taylor punched him on the arm then hugged him.
"Thank you."
"For what?" He asked innocently.
"You know…saying you were my boyfriend."
"Don't be too quick to thank me, at this moment your mother is probably on the phone to a doctor making you an appointment to check that I'm not catching." Ryan ran his hand over the red blotches that marred his bare chest.
Taylor scrunched up her face.
"Sorry, that looks sore."
"Totally worth it." Ryan reached into his back pocket and held up the cuffs. "But I think it's my turn next time."
"I think that's only fair." Taylor walked past him. She stopped on route and whispered in his ear. "But I'm warning you that I like to be spanked."
Ryan stood alone in the centre of the room and pinched himself. He searched his brain for when next the Cohen residence would be empty.
Holy shit...Taylor Townsend was quite a girl.
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