Master Class (7 page)

“Was that jerk you mentioned earlier your last relationship?”

“Yeah. Before last week I hadn’t set foot in this place in months. I tried to date, but no matter how hard I try, I’m just not vanilla.”

“I know what you mean.” Suddenly he withdrew his hands and pushed her to the wall, spinning her around before dropping to his knees. Pulling one leg out of her panties, he threw it over his shoulder and attacked her pussy with his mouth. She cried out, trying to process the sensations. When he added in his hands again, she felt her release barreling toward her.

“May I come?”

He took his mouth off her long enough to say, “Not quite yet.”

“Oh God, sir…” Thumping the back of her head on the wall behind her, she resorted to begging. “Please, sir, please. Ahhh, please!”

“Come.”

He was back at her almost before she realized what he’d said, but her body knew. Her orgasm crashed over her in waves as he worked her relentlessly to draw out her release. When she finally stopped shuddering, he put her foot back on the floor and helped her into her panties, leaving them at midthigh once more.

“I kind of like having these there. Then I know you’re bared and ready for whatever I want. It’s pretty sexy. It’s like you’re covered up but available at the same time.”

He could’ve told her he wanted her to go into Times Square and suck him off, and she probably would’ve at that moment, he’d turned her on so quickly and effectively. Sucking him off sounded like a wonderful idea. Lisette eyed his prominent erection.

“Oh, you’ll take care of that, don’t you worry.”

She looked up. Ryan was smirking. “Yes, sir. I’d be happy to.” His smirk turned into a full-fledged smile with teeth, and she shivered.

“I bet. Let’s go back to the couch.”

When she arranged herself on the cushion, her panties were clearly visible, but other than that she was still completely dressed. Lisette should’ve known it wouldn’t last, though.

“Take off the corset. I love your tits, and I want to enjoy them.”

Reaching for the side fasteners, she slowly peeled the garment away. Handing it to him, she put her hands at her sides even though for some strange reason she had a compulsion to cover herself. She was used to being completely nude here, and she trusted Ryan as far as it was possible to after only knowing each other a week. He grabbed his bag from the floor and took out a small package. He held up a pair of adjustable nipple clamps with a thin chain in between them.

“I’d like to use these. I think you’d look unbelievable in them.”

“If it would make you happy, sir, go ahead.”

“Get them ready for the clamps. I want to watch you pinch your nipples again like you did the other night.”

Lisette did as he bade, tugging and pulling on her nipples in turn. They hardened, but it wasn’t until he instructed her to take off her panties and then pulled her up to straddle him before taking each breast into his hot, wet mouth that they really responded. Moaning, she made herself continue to keep her hands at her sides. Leaning back, he attached the nipple clamps and pulled on the chain experimentally, forcing another moan out of her.

Ryan went into his bag again, extracting a condom. “Put it on me, and stay on my lap while you do it.”

He held on to her hips as she leaned back, unzipped his jeans, and pulled out his hard cock already leaking precum. “You went commando, sir?”

“Why do you sound so surprised?”

With a little laugh, she shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because you’re a college professor.”

Moving his hands to her ass, he gave the twin globes a rough squeeze. “Get the condom on.”

“Yes, sir.” With that task completed, she looked up for further instructions. He laced his fingers behind his head and leaned back.

“Ride me. Hold up the front of your skirt while you do, so I can see my dick fucking your pussy.”

With another moan, she raised herself and moved him into position. He bucked upward, and she was impaled to the hilt.

“Fuck me, girl.”

Raising her skirt, she pushed up and fell back down, the nipple chain wildly swinging. “So good, sir.”

“Do you like dirty talk?”

He’d thrown her yet again. “Yes, sir.”

“How dirty?” She flushed. “How fucking dirty, slut?”

“Oh yes, sir. More.”

“Shit, yeah.” Ryan pulled her down, hard, as he also drove upward. “Do you like it rough? Do you like to be used as my fuck toy?”

“Yes, please, sir, please.”

Replacing his hands behind his head, he said, “I wanna feel my cock so far inside your greedy little pussy, I can touch your ribs. Then when I’m close, you’re going to kneel while I jerk off into your mouth.”

Lisette could only moan as her body reacted to his crude words.

“You like the thought of that, don’t you?”

“Yes…”

“Beg me. Beg me for my cum.”

Nonsensical pleads began to stream from her mouth as she continued to rock up and down on his hot, hard cock. He turned them on the couch until she was underneath him and pounded into her.

“More. Beg.”

“Please, sir. I’ve been”—she broke off when the head of his cock rubbed directly over her G-spot—“I’ve been missing the taste of you. Please let me have your cum.”

This is what she’d been missing, what she’d been looking for. Someone to reduce her to her basest needs and feelings. Maybe Ryan could be that someone.

That thought, along with his unrelenting assault on her body and senses, made her breath catch. He stopped a moment later.

“Kneel.”

He positioned himself on his knees on the couch and peeled off the condom as she scrambled to get into position.

“Open that mouth.”

With only a few quick strokes his cum began to spurt onto her waiting tongue. Lisette remained open to accept everything he had to give her, and then Ryan reached out and closed her mouth himself.

“Swallow,” he growled.

She did, feeling both more turned on and more at peace than she had in a long time. At that moment, she wasn’t prepared to examine why.

Ryan collapsed back on the couch, tucking himself away. “Come here.”

She straddled him once more, and he kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth and no doubt tasting himself there.

“So fucking sexy, knowing you took my cum in your mouth.”

He was still breathing hard, and she took the opportunity to run her hands through his hair. “Yes, sir. Whenever you want.”

“Whenever? You may regret saying that.”

Lisette chuckled. “Well, whenever I’m in town and able to play. How’s that?”

“Deal.” He looked away for a moment before turning an uncertain gaze her way. “I’d like to be exclusive. The thought of another Dom with you… I never thought I was a particularly possessive person, but I don’t want to share you.”

Ryan looked uneasy, and she knew that as a new Dom, it wasn’t an easy thing for him to ask. She stroked his face, loving the rough texture as it made sensation come alive in her fingertips. “Yes.”

Ryan closed his eyes for just a moment, and when he’d opened them again, whatever emotion she’d thought she’d seen in their depths cleared. He’d make a good police officer. Or a poker player.

“Thank you. I appreciate that. Do you need to leave, or can you hang out for a bit? I was thinking of exploring some of the public theme rooms.”

She tried to stifle a yawn behind her hand but was obviously unsuccessful when she noticed the smile teasing the edges of his mouth. “I’d better not. I had a pretty long day today.”

“Fair enough. I’ll call tomorrow to check up on you.”

“Thank you, sir, for tonight, and the other stuff too. You’ve brought me out of my self-imposed BDSM sabbatical. I’m starting to feel…I don’t know…like myself again.”

“I’m glad.” Then, pulling her flush with him, he kissed her, hard. “Just so you don’t forget who you’re exclusive with.”

“As if I ever could.” She got several sharp slaps to her still-naked ass for that.

“Do you need a spanking before you go?”

Lisette looked down. “That’s not up to me, sir.”

“Tonight it is. If you need a spanking, ask me for one. There will be times I’ll spank you for my pleasure and yours, or for punishment if I think you deserve it, but tonight isn’t one of those nights. If you need a spanking, I’ll give you one. I’ll decide how long and how hard your spanking will be, though.”

I hate it when they make it my choice.

He waited patiently while she thought it over. Spankings had always been cathartic, but she had a lot to do tomorrow after being out of town much of the week and didn’t want to be walking funny or wincing every time she sat down. And he’d said he would decide on the intensity of the spanking.
Could
she say no? He’d said the choice was hers.

“Um, hypothetically, what would happen if I said no?”

Ryan shrugged. “Nothing. I think you could benefit from one, though. Tell you what, you can feel free to say no tonight, but if you brat me at all when we talk this upcoming week, you’ll get a spanking first thing when we’re back here, and I can guarantee you that won’t be a light, erotic spanking. I have some implements I’ve been dying to try on that great ass of yours.”

Shit. Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.

This seemed like a no-win situation. On the one hand, the last week had been stressful, and she’d probably feel better after a spanking. But she might earn a long, hard spanking first thing next week if she opted out now. Then her ass would be red and sore for the rest of the night, which was great when it was a sexy spanking, but not so great when it was a punishment.

“I’d like to be spanked, please, sir.” His demeanor instantly changed, and she shuddered.

“Grab the hairbrush out of my bag, hand it to me, and get over my lap.”

Doing as she was told, she soon found herself stretched out on her belly, her ass facing up and ready for her spanking. Then he did something unexpected.

“Spread your legs. I want to see your pussy while I spank you.”

Lisette did, and he pushed them apart a bit more.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, sir.”

The first spank, given with his hand, crashed down on her right cheek, and her breath caught. Yeah, this wasn’t a sexy spanking. That fucking hurt. He soon followed the first spank with a volley of them, covering her ass, and then moved down to the crease between her ass and thighs. Damn that Jack, who no doubt had taught Ryan how to spank. The man was…thorough.

After he’d given her several hard strokes with his hand in that sensitive spot, though, it got even worse. Ryan started to spank her thighs and inner thighs. Lisette thought briefly about using her safe word but decided against it. No, Ryan wasn’t playing around here, but it had been so long since she’d felt a man’s hand blistering her ass that she started to float with it, to embrace the pain.

Ahh, subspace.

She grinned a little to herself, but when he landed several spanks in one area on her sit spot and then repeated the action on the other side, she began to squirm. Ryan simply clamped a strong forearm over her back and continued. He hadn’t said a word since asking her if she was ready, and she wondered if he was angry about something or if he was just doing what she needed.

Before he was even through using his hand, her entire ass and thighs were red-hot, but she could feel the wetness trickling out of her pussy too. No doubt he could see and smell it.

Ryan switched to the hairbrush but kept those smacks confined to her ass, a fact she was eternally grateful for. He spanked her steadily for a few moments before stopping.

“I think you’ve learned your lesson.”

As soon as she heard that low, deep Dom voice, her body bowed, her pussy clenched, and she bit down on her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as an orgasm raced through her. Holy hell, she was seeing spots.

Lisette gingerly sat up and wiped her eyes to clear them of both the tears and the spots. She took a chance and rubbed her throbbing butt in what she hoped was a surreptitious manner, since she didn’t know where he stood on the rubbing-after-a-spanking issue. “Remind me never to piss you off. And to tell Jack he’s a bastard. He obviously taught you quite well.”

Ryan threw his head back and laughed. “I wouldn’t recommend insulting Jack. He’s not the kind of guy you’d ever want to annoy. No doubt he’d tell me you
hadn’t
learned your lesson and that I’d better give you a review course.”

She made a face. “No, thanks.”

“Like it would be up to you,” he murmured, his voice deep and husky.

Glancing up, she saw both of his eyebrows were up as he stared down at her. “No, I suppose not, sir.”

If he doesn’t stop talking like that, I swear I’m going to come again. Apparently I’m a total slut for his voice.

“So we’ll agree I’ll remind you not to piss me off, and you won’t insult Jack to his face.”

“Agreed.”

“I know you need to get home.”

Motioning her closer, he turned her around and unfastened her collar. He held it up so she could see it.

“I’ll call you to make arrangements for our next playtime.”

“Sounds good, sir.”

With a gentler kiss than before and then a slap to her sore ass, he let her leave. After she got home, she removed her clothes and fell into bed. Her butt still hurt, but she resisted putting aloe vera gel on it. First, he hadn’t given her permission, though she wasn’t sure he even understood whether or not he was supposed to, and second, maybe the burn would keep her focused this week. She had a feeling it would be there for a couple of days, at least until Tuesday. Rolling over onto her stomach, she grabbed her pillow and was asleep in minutes, completely sated and her mind at ease.

* * * *

Ryan wasn’t so lucky when he got home. He’d allowed Lisette to leave without taking care of the monster hard-on he’d gotten from disciplining her, and was paying for that ill-advised choice now. She had been tired, and he hadn’t wanted to push his luck. He’d tried to will his dick down, but it clearly wasn’t listening since it was leaving little trails of precum on his belly.