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You better,
or I won't give you any of this kitty,” I lied, rubbing my
hands down my body for effect.


Stripping it
is,” he said, standing and unbuttoning his shirt as he followed
me toward my room.

We had to stop a few
times so that he wouldn't fall over when he was taking off his shoes.
It was a bit comical, tainting the sexy mood with laughter. I didn't
mind though. Being with Chase was fun. He knew how to laugh and have
a good time, unlike some other man I knew.

By the time we got
to my room, Chase and I were both butt naked. He backed me up toward
the bed, looking especially sexy as he towered over me. Then he
pushed me, causing me to gasp as my ass hit the mattress and bounced.
Before I could recompose myself, he was lifting my legs over his
shoulders and burying his face between them. This time when I gasped,
it was from pure pleasure.

His tongue worked
skillfully on my button, rubbing back and forth, over, and under, and
around. My mouth was a permanent O as his tongue plowed into my hole,
then licked all the way up over my nub. Soon, he had me arching my
back and grasping at the comforter, my breath absolutely ragged.


Finger me,”
I begged, and he was happy to oblige, stuffing two thick fingers into
my waiting cunt at once.

My tunnel squeezed
around them, my body firing off into a delicious orgasm. I tried not
to wiggle too much as the contractions rolled through me, wondering
if he could feel them under his tongue. It sure felt like he could.

When he finally sat
up, detaching his mouth from my sensitive bits, I grabbed at his
shoulders, working to pull him on top and inside of me. His cock
plunged into my depths, causing me to cry out in pleasure. The way it
hammered into me made feel full and satisfied. I wrapped my arms
around Chase's shoulders, and then squealed as he began to lift me
up.

It took me a few
minutes to realize what he was doing. My grip tightened around his
shoulders as he held me up, impaling me on his cock. Each reckless
thrust caused me to whimper as he reached impossible depths within
me. Never before had I been so stuffed full of cock, my body weight
helping to make his penetration as deep as it could get. I worried
the entire neighborhood would hear me as he speared into me, bouncing
me on his thick rod until I felt absolutely drilled.

It wasn't long
before his strength waned, and I was set back down onto the bed.
Despite the both of us struggling for breath, Chase didn't seem like
he needed a break. He turned me around, then stepped up between my
legs to take me doggy style. My body welcomed his cock past my folds
and back inside, and I squeezed around him teasingly. That was met
with a slap across the ass, and my cunt tingled from the painful
stimulation.


More,”
I begged. “Spank me as you fuck me.”

His hand slapped
across my ass repeatedly, sending that delicious stinging through my
backside while his swollen cock worked to fill me up and set my body
on fire. The sensation of everything was almost more than I could
bear, and with a few extra thrusts, I found myself falling over the
edge again, sinking into the blissful ocean of sexual insanity. Wave
after wave pulsed through my pussy, milking Chase's cock. Almost
before my own orgasm had ebbed, he was pulling out, grunting and
moaning as his manhood released its seed onto my back.

I sighed contently,
resting my face on the comforter with my ass still sticking up in the
air. My warm center felt absolutely delightful; my body was
completely satisfied.

Once we had cleaned
up, Chase pulled me into his arms, nuzzling me affectionately. “Can
I stay the night tonight? We've been having sex for a while now, but
I still don't know what it feels like to sleep beside you.”

It was an incredibly
sweet thing to say and made my heart flutter with warm feelings. How
could I possibly deny him?

Not everything was
rainbows and butterflies though. In the stillness of the night, as we
lie together with his arms wrapped protectively around me, my mind
thought of another man. Damien Reed. To think about him after just
intimately being with Chase made me feel like a horrible person. He
was always in the back of my mind though, seducing me.

Chase was a good
man—a sweet, loving, caring, wonderful man. And sex with him
was incredible. But he still didn't entice the arousal that Damien
did. All I had to do was look at the man and my clit would start
throbbing with want. The sight of him was like a powerful
aphrodisiac. And when we were together . . . it was all sparks.

I lay in bed for
several hours more, thinking about what my next lesson with Damien
would be and feeling incredibly guilty for allowing my mind to wander
elsewhere when it should have been focused on Chase. He was asleep
now though, snoring loudly into my ear. It was part of the reason I
was still awake, but I dare not stir him.

Be content, Chey.
You're having your cake and eating it too. But cake only lasts for so
long.

THE OFFER

The week went on as
boring and uneventful as usual. It was a bit different not taking Art
Appreciation class anymore, but a good kind of different. I was happy
not to have to sit under Damien Reed's emotionless gaze every day. He
had a poker face most professionals would kill for. You could never
tell when he was happy or sad or having a bad day. Once he stepped
inside the classroom, he was strictly business.

The other good thing
about not having to see him every day was that my emotions had
stabilized somewhat. Out of sight, out of mind. I could concentrate
more on my studies and less on the twisted love triangle I had built.
Some days, I felt almost normal.

Don't get me wrong
though. The weekends were still the icing on my cake. I looked
forward to seeing Damien more than anything else. It was just nice
not to be obsessing over him all the time because I was forced to be
in his presence daily.

Saturday rolled
around, and I pulled up in front of his house at the usual time.
Starting today, things were supposed to be getting a bit more intense
between us, taking it to the next level, he had called it.

He opened the door
with the same level of enthusiasm, or lack thereof, and lead to me to
his classroom, which was really just a guest bedroom he called a
classroom. Once I was seated on the bed, he handed me a notepad and
pen, then took his place in the corner of the room, crossing his foot
over his knee and setting his clipboard on top of his thigh.

I stared down at the
notepad blankly. This was new. Usually, our lessons were hands-on.
What could he possibly have to teach me that would require me to take
notes?


How was your
week?” he asked, shocking me yet again. We very rarely
discussed anything besides lessons during these brief one-on-one
encounters.


It was fine.”


Are you
getting good grades in school?”


Yes.”


Good.”

If he was nervous, I
couldn't tell. But there was definitely something different about the
way he was acting.

He took a deep
breath before speaking, “Last time we were together, I talked
about wanting to teach you about BDSM.”


I remember.”
Boy did I ever remember. He had fucked me up against the glass in the
cheer studio. It was the first time we had ever had sex, and good
lord was it hot. The memory had replayed in my mind almost every time
I had pleasured myself since. I doubted I would be forgetting it
anytime soon.


I told you
that because you seem to have some very submissive qualities. You
mind fairly well, and I think you would make a good submissive or
slave for a Master. But I don't want to pressure you into it, and I
don't want you to take the lessons lightly. Learning about BDSM is
going to take a very big commitment on your part. It's not just about
kink and bondage and paddles. It's about learning to obey and giving
yourself to someone completely, body, mind, and soul.”

I shivered at his
words. Giving myself to someone completely. That is what I felt like
I had been trying to avoid. Chase wanted all of me, but I wasn't
ready to stop seeing Damien yet. Was the time approaching when I
really would have to choose between them?


I want you to
fully understand what BDSM is before you decide if this is something
you really want. Also, you should know that this isn't a class I
teach very often. It's included on the questionnaire I originally
made you fill out, and oftentimes I'll teach some of the kink
involved in BDSM, but it's not often that I take the time to really
teach someone the proper ways of the lifestyle. You have to display
really submissive or dominant qualities for me to even bring it up.”

That made me feel
special somehow, but I wasn't quite sure why. Maybe it was because he
saw something different in me than he had in most of his other
students, even if it was something bizarre.


Alright,”
I said.


Half of today
is going to be a lecture. I gave you a notepad and paper so you can
take notes. Just jot down the key points you want to remember. Things
that sound like fun to you, or things that don't sound like much fun
at all. Keep in mind though that this particular class is all in. You
can't have some bits without the others. You should also know there
will be homework, certain things you'll have to do for me to prove
you're staying in line.”

That meant more
contact with Damien Reed. The thought gave me a giddy feeling inside,
but it also partially filled me with dread. I had just got done
thinking about how happy I was not to have to see him in class every
day. Having contact with him more frequently might stir up the pot of
emotions I had just now started to get settled. I wasn't sure how
much I liked that idea.


Okay,”
I responded, waiting for him to continue.


The other
half of the class will be more in line with what we usually do. I
know you get enough lecture during the week, and we both know that's
not what you're really here for.” A devious smile played across
his perfect lips, and my cunt ached needily, hoping the lesson for
the second half of class involved parts of his body going into parts
of mine.

Stop it, Chey,
you big pervert,
I chastised myself. I couldn't help it though.
He was just so damn beautiful.


How much do
you know about BDSM?” Damien asked.


I read that
one really popular BDSM book. You know, the one everyone is talking
about,” I told him, proud I wasn't completely out of the loop.


Forget
everything you learned from that book.”


Why?” I
frowned.


Because most
of it is bullshit.”


Which parts?”


For starters,
the part where people who are into BDSM are portrayed as mentally
damaged individuals. Most people who like BDSM are normal everyday
people. They've led trauma free lives, have never been sexually
abused, and are free of mental illness. They're your doctors and
lawyers and mechanics—”


and college
professors,” I broke in with a grin.


Yes. And
college professors.” He nodded.


Alright. So,
most people who are into BDSM are normal. I've got that. What else?”


Punishment
isn't always about pain. In fact, most good Doms refrain from using
pain as a form of punishment. I personally only use physical
punishment for extreme cases, like when a submissive or slave
knowingly disobeys an order I've given.”

Now I was confused.
“So, why do they market floggers and paddles as punishment
devices in sex stores?”


They really
don't. They're mostly used for scene play, which both parties enjoy.
People unfamiliar with the lifestyle usually mistake the intent of
the devices. Now, I'm not saying they're never used for punishment.
Obviously, some of them are. It's really to each his or her own. But
for the most part, paddles and cat-o-nine tails are used more for
scene play than anything else.”


Hm. That is
interesting. How do you usually punish people?”


By making the
submissive do things they don't like.”


Like what?”


Oh, I have a
variety of methods.” He smiled, and I could almost see the
memories playing inside his head. “I make them stand in the
corner or write lines on paper or other things.”

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