by Jinx Jamison
He looked over his shoulder and grinned.
"The Principal's Office."
CHAPTER IV
"THERE'S A PRINCIPAL HERE? But I thought that was Madame X's job?" Sarah rushed to keep up with him and Quinn had to force himself to slow down. He was already on edge from the impromptu cock massage he'd just received. They were supposed to be getting comfortable with each other but she seemed even jumpier than when they'd started.
Maybe if you give her a pussy massage, she'll relax some.
Quinn groaned at the thought and quickened his pace. "Madame X is the Head Mistress and also administers punishments if necessary. However, The Principal's Office is an affectionate term for our BDSM dungeon."
Sarah stopped abruptly. "Hold on just a second. I didn't sign up for that."
Quinn turned and ran his hands over his hair. "I know you didn't but I'm still supposed to expose you to all the different areas of the school. You might be surprised by what interests you."
Sarah started walking again but it was at a much slower pace. "I don’t think I'll be that surprised."
He led her back out into the main foyer and then down the stairs leading to the basement. This part of the house was cool and dark. As soon as they reached the bottom of the stairs, the sound of a hand slapping against flesh met their ears.
Sarah blanched. "It's so much louder down here."
Quinn leaned over and whispered in her ear. "That's because when we're down here, we want to hear the sounds. It's quite a turn on to hear someone getting spanked, isn’t it?" He couldn't resist nuzzling her neck a little. The hair behind her ear was as soft as down.
They stood in the middle of what could only be termed an erotic torture chamber. His friend Dominic, a.k.a. The Dom, stood in the center of the room wearing a pair of black leather pants and his usual frown.
"Spread your legs, little girl. Wider, so I can see what's mine." Dominic paced back and forth before the far wall. When he moved to the right they had an excellent view of the young woman strapped onto one of the tables. Two younger students Quinn didn't recognize pulled her legs open and fastened them into the cuffs attached to the table's legs. She was now bent forward into spanking position.
"Is that Veronica?" Sarah whispered.
He nodded and watched her reaction closely. She didn't seem disgusted or scared. No, little Miss Proper watched the scene before them with wide, excited eyes.
"I hear you've been misbehaving in class again." Dom stood behind Veronica and thrust two fingers directly into her pussy without warning. She cried out and arched her back, trying to push his fingers deeper. His other hand came down on her ass swiftly, the sound reverberating through the room. Dom was a master at discipline, he knew exactly how far to push the limits of pleasure and pain. He was clearly toying with Veronica. He wasn't hitting her that hard and she was moaning like she loved it, arching her back and pushing back on his fingers.
Quinn stepped back so he could watch Sarah. Her nipples were hard enough that he could see the tips poking against the front of her blouse. When Dominic's hand came down again, she let out a little gasp as if she felt the blow.
She glanced at him. "I don't have any love for her but I feel like I shouldn't be enjoying this."
"Why not? She is." Quinn pointed to Veronica who was mewling and writhing on the table. "This is the reason she acts the way she does. So she'll get sent down here."
Sarah turned back to the show. Quinn was used to these types of scenes but he could only imagine how it must look to Sarah, from the walls lined with canes, whips and floggers, to the shelves of vibrators, butt plugs and nipple clamps. Her breathing was coming even faster now. He chuckled watching her hands fist at her sides. He was glad he’d brought her down here. Dom was in a good mood today so less likely to scare the shit out of her.
“See how he touches her? She’s being punished but it’s not really about the physical punishment, it’s more mental. She has to wonder where he’ll touch her, when he’ll touch her and whether it will be pleasure or pain. It’s more of a mind fuck than anything else.”
Sarah looked at him. “You sound like you know quite a bit about it.”
He curled a hand around her rib cage, pulling her back until she was leaning back into his body. “I know more than enough. Although, I was more into rope play than the hard core aspects such as flogging.”
Sarah shuddered. “He isn’t going to… is he?”
“I don’t know. Neither does she. That’s the best part. The anticipation. What will he do to her? What will I do to you?” He reached down and cupped her between her legs, grinding the heel of his palm against her clit. She gasped and sagged in his arms.
They both looked up at the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Dom stood behind Veronica kneading her ass, before slapping both cheeks in quick succession. She was restrained now with her arms tied behind her back. She couldn’t do much more than wiggle as he slapped her ass, over and over until the skin was bright pink.
“Ah! Master, please.” Veronica pleaded.
Dom chuckled and pulled a condom from the pocket of his pants, rolling it quickly over his thick shaft. He stepped up behind Veronica and with a quick thrust of his hips, he was inside her. She wailed as he took her with hard punishing strokes, his hips scissoring back and forth.
"I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk, little girl." Dom leaned over Veronica, growling right in her ear. "I hear you even propositioned my good friend Master Q in class today.” He grasped her chin, holding her face so she couldn’t look away. “Look at him!"
Veronica moaned and lifted her eyes. When their eyes met, she licked her lips. Beside him, Sarah crossed her arms.
"Maybe I should make you suck him off as punishment, huh? I should make you suck him while I wear this pussy out." He slid his hands beneath her so he could cup her breasts as he pummeled her.
"Oh yes, Master. Yes!" Veronica whimpered as Dom stopped moving so he could rain a series of blows on her ass.
"No!"
They all stopped and looked at Sarah. She instantly clamped her hand over her mouth. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have…" She looked at Quinn and then her eyes dropped to his cock.
He hardened instantly. She didn't want Veronica touching him because she wanted him for herself.
Hell, yeah.
"I think your student might be in need of a little punishment as well, Master Q. We seem to have a cheeky bunch of pupils this term." Dom resumed his deep strokes into Veronica. She was so wet he could see the moisture coating her inner thighs between each stroke. She was watching him openly. She arched her back and wiggled, as if hoping to entice him.
Which gave him an idea for the perfect punishment.
"You're right, Dom. Your pupil needs to learn that she can't always have what she wants and mine obviously needs something in her mouth to keep her from speaking out of turn. Sarah can suck me off while Veronica watches."
He turned to Sarah.
"Get on your knees."
OH MY GOD, OH my god, Oh my god.
The Madame X School obviously believed in the hands-on approach because Master Q hadn't given her time to think.
He'd had her on her knees with his cock down her throat in less than sixty seconds.
"You've been quite the bad girl yourself today, Ms. Caldwell. First, you're found finger-fucking yourself while watching a final examination and now you're mouthing off. What's next, I wonder?" Master Q ran a gentle hand through her hair and pumped himself slowly between her lips.
Sarah's face flamed as Dom turned to look at her with interest. He was tall and well built with a naturally bronzed complexion. She'd never thought she'd get off on any type of bondage but watching him punish Veronica was sexy as hell. Watching his ass move as he thrust was even sexier.
"Turn this way. Show Veronica what she's missing." Dom raised an eyebrow when she hesitated.
Master Q's grip on her hair tightened. "Unless you want to be up on that table yourself, you'
d better do what he says," he warned.
Sarah squirmed, her pussy already unbearably wet. Two hot men growling at her was so much more of a turn-on than she would have thought. If Master Q put her up on one of the tables would he fuck her the way Dom was fucking Veronica?
"Turn, that's it. Lick it slowly." His head fell back as she dragged her tongue over the tip. Damn, he tasted good. She sucked harder, rolling his taste around her mouth. She still felt a little awkward but was rapidly adjusting to his size. Her jaw ached a little already but it was worth it to see the look on his face.
“Yes, that’s it.” He rasped. “Look at me.”
Sarah quivered as their eyes met. It was too much, him watching her with those eyes like Quinn's. It would be too easy to imagine it was him, the man she dreamed of, admired, longed for. She hollowed her cheeks and allowed him to thrust deeper, until he hit the back of her throat. He was so hard and seemed to have swelled even larger.
"Fuck. You see what you do to me?" He gripped her hair and held her still as he pulled himself from between her lips. A vein in his forehead stood out like a beacon. He looked like he was on the verge of losing control.
The air was filled with the sounds and smells of sex. It was overwhelming, too much to process. Dom was hitting his stride, powering into Veronica with forceful strokes that made Sarah's pussy clench. Damn, to be on the receiving end of such power. She'd never felt so achy.
So empty.
Veronica met her eyes and Sarah licked the tip of Master Q's cock. The other woman squeezed her eyes shut and screamed. "I'm coming, Master. I can't help it. I can't take it."
She dropped her head to the table helplessly as she came under the force of Dom's relentless thrusts. Dom grunted and stopped moving, the powerful muscles in his back flexing. Then in a quick motion, he pulled out and pulled his condom off. He fisted his cock with brutal strokes until he came on the globes of her ass, covering her with the mark of his possession.
Sarah looked at Master Q. "Please." She stopped, unsure what she was asking for.
"You want me to come in your mouth, don't you?" He whispered it. Sarah nodded and licked her lips.
He cursed viciously and prodded her lips with his cock. She gripped him tightly at the base and held him still as she licked up and down the whole length.
“I'm going to come so hard and I want you to take it all. Every drop.” He watched her through slitted eyes as she opened her mouth wider, his cock going deeper than before. She could almost come just from listening to the dirty things he said. Every word was like fuel for her raging arousal. When he hit the back of her throat again, she swallowed on reflex, surprised when he let out a low groan. She did it again, swallowing with every thrust, feeling how her throat moved and tightened on his dick.
“Sarah…” He thrust a little deeper before he came, groaning through clenched teeth.
His head was thrown back, his neck bulging as he strained with every pulse of his orgasm. Pleasure tightened his features until finally his jaw unclenched and his eyes opened. His gaze was so intense it was like being under high beams. What a high to hold him in her mouth, to know she was his undoing. For the first time she felt powerful. Feminine.
If she could have, she'd have done it all over again right then.
Sarah held him in her mouth for a few more moments, gently sucking on his softening shaft. When he finally pulled himself from her lips, she turned her head and saw Dom watching her.
"I hope Master Q signs you up for a few of my classes, Ms. Caldwell." His hands flexed into fists at his sides. "You'd be a breath of fresh air for me. I haven't had a novice in my class in quite some time."
CHAPTER V
"WHY DON'T I SHOW you the dormitory first?" He took off down the hall, not even bothering to wait for her. He could hear the tap, tap, tap of her sensible low-heeled shoes on the wood floor as she hurried to keep up. It was rude but he couldn't bring himself to slow down.
The alternative was pushing her up against the wall and fucking her right in the hallway.
"You read all the orientation paperwork, right?" He pushed open a door at the end of the hallway with his fist. He held it open and allowed her to walk into the room first. She didn't look at him as she passed. Which was just as well because he didn't need to see the blatant arousal in her eyes. The way she'd looked at him down in the dungeon, with naked lust on her innocent face had almost killed him.
"What? Sorry, I think I need a minute." She ran her hands through her curly hair. "That was really intense."
Talk about the understatement of the year.
When he'd seen the way Dom looked at her, he'd been so close to ripping his mask off and throwing her over his shoulder. He'd never been the jealous type before but then again, he'd never wanted anyone quite the way he wanted Sarah. He'd had to get them out of there before he went Cro-Magnon on someone he considered a friend.
"Oh, you asked about the paperwork. Yeah, I read it." She looked at him and then looked away. "Okay, I read some of it. I was a little too keyed up to concentrate this week. Can you blame me?"
She turned in a circle, looking around at the wide, open room dominated by a lushly appointed king-size bed. Heavy draperies fell from the ceiling to swathe the bed in a cocoon of fabric. Quinn thought it looked like the bed was suffocating but most women seemed to find it inviting. From Sarah's pleased expression, she was one of them.
"So, where do you sleep?" Sarah asked.
He crossed his arms. "You really should have read that paperwork, Ms. Caldwell." He walked up behind her and inhaled the light floral fragrance coming from her hair. The pulse at the base of her neck jumped beneath her light brown skin. God, he couldn't wait to see her spread out for him. She was like a honey-colored treat.
"As your handler, I'll be staying here with you."
She spun around and stared. "Here. With me." A long moment passed when the only sound in the room was her ragged breathing. Then she looked up at him, her brown eyes wide. "Okay. I wouldn't be here if I didn't need to learn. This is where it really starts, right?"
"Excellent attitude. I'm here to be your guide, in every way. To teach you what it means to truly share your body with someone." He stepped closer deliberately invading her personal space. Her hair looked like satin under the soft lighting, the rich dark color a perfect contrast to her light brown skin. They'd be a fascinating tangle of colors once he got her naked and beneath him, a breathtaking study in contrasts, light and dark, feminine and masculine, soft and hard. His cock stiffened just thinking about it.
"So, you're going to be the one who teaches me? I thought I was taking classes?" Sarah wrinkled her nose in confusion as she peered up at him and it took everything in him not to lean down and kiss her.
"Since you didn't bother to read your orientation paperwork, let me summarize for you." Quinn stalked toward her, forcing her to move back until she bumped into the bed.
"While you're here, I own you."
HER BREATH CAUGHT IN her throat. Surely, he couldn't mean that the way it sounded. "You mean you're responsible for me, right?"
"No, I mean I own you." He leaned over her, his motion forcing her back until she finally collapsed on the bed.
"This body is mine to care for, punish, taste and teach as long as you are here. I'll escort you to every class and when you need to practice what you learn, I'm who you'll practice with."
Sarah forgot how to breathe. Images of taking a "test" like the one she'd witnessed earlier assaulted her. Her breath left her chest in a vicious huff of air.
"I'll be practicing with you?"
He nodded, his eyes grave behind the mask. "Only with me. You'll take classes and be instructed by others but when it comes time to apply what you've learned, that's where I come in. Some of our other students, particularly those interested in ménage, willingly partner with other students in class. You're on the conservative track so you'll only have sexual contact with me."
"Wow." She'd thought she was prepared for
the reality of sex with someone she didn't know well. Most of her friends had sex with people they met in bars. People whose names they couldn't remember the next day. At least here everyone was screened and tested first.
She'd come prepared to learn how to have sex. She hadn't been prepared to be overwhelmed and so horny she wanted to hump her instructor's leg.
"Unless you'd rather speak to Madame about changing your schedule?" His eyes sparkled.
He was laughing at her, the big jerk.
"No, I don't want to change my schedule." If she had to do intimate things with someone, she'd much rather it was him. He felt familiar somehow, probably because he reminded her of Quinn. Plus, he seemed to feel the same crazy attraction she did. Maybe it was a sign that she wasn't completely hopeless in bed.
He stepped up until he stood next to her. She turned her head slightly and gulped. The height of the bed put her perfectly in line with his zipper.
Good lord.
"Sarah? Look at me."
Sarah managed to rip her eyes away from the bulge in his jeans. Dozens of images filled her mind, each more lurid than the last. Was she really here in Sin City about to spend the next three weeks getting naked with one of the sexiest men she'd ever seen?
He delved his hand into her hair holding her still until she met his eyes. "I need to know you're okay. I'm not here to do anything you don’t want to do. I’ll push you out of your comfort zone for sure but I'm here to help you bend, not break."
If anyone had shown her a snapshot of what her life would be like just a few months ago she would have called them insane. Strangely enough though, she was sure this was the right step for her. She just wasn't sure how to take it. Embarrassing herself in front of her fiancé was bad enough but being found inept by the man before her seemed somehow…unimaginable. She wasn't sure she'd survive it.
