Master Class

by Carr, Cassandra

  “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.

  With a sigh he reached down and grabbed his rock-hard erection, quickly spreading the precum around to lubricate his way before starting a series of hard pulls. He wasn’t in the mood to tease himself tonight, and anyway, he’d already come once. Despite that, he needed to take this edge off so he could sleep in peace.

  He thought about what Lisette’s ass cheeks had looked like as they’d turned pink and then red under his hand and hairbrush. He actually had more than one hairbrush in his bag but had chosen not to tell her that so she wouldn’t go rooting around for the one she preferred.

  And the view between her legs? Ryan groaned, and his dick jumped. She’d gotten noticeably wetter and more swollen as the spanking had continued, and he’d thought about making it even longer to see if he could make her come again from a spanking like last time. Since he really wasn’t punishing her, though, he’d decided against it. Instead he’d gone with a cross between an erotic spanking and a punishment. Oh, he hadn’t gone easy on her, but he figured if she was an experienced submissive—even one out of practice, so to speak—she’d be able to handle a decent spanking. And still she’d surprised him and come simply from being spanked. Incredible.

  Ryan imagined sinking his cock between those hot ass cheeks and finally seeing what anal sex felt like. As soon as he’d made the decision to take her in the ass sometime, his orgasm flared to life, shooting cum all over his hand. He grabbed a couple of tissues from his nightstand and cleaned himself up. By the time he was done, he could feel sleep closing in, and tossing the used tissues on the floor, he fell blessedly asleep.

  * * * *

  The next day, the phone rang while he was reading the Sunday paper and enjoying his second cup of coffee. He picked it up. “Hello?”

  “Ryan?”

  “Yes.”

  “It’s Lisette.”

  He set down his cup with a thump. “Oh. Hi.”

  “I know you said you’d call me, but since I’m going to be in and out all day, I thought I’d take the chance of calling you instead.”

  “You can always call me.”

  “Okay. I wasn’t sure. Anyway…”

  She cleared her throat, and he grinned, figuring with her typical reticence to talk about herself, he’d have to get the conversation going.

  “How do you feel today? Good?”

  Lisette giggled. “Most of me does. But my ass is not on board with the ‘feeling good’ plan.”

  “Oh?”

  “No.”

  She sounded like she was pouting, and Ryan tried to decide if he should let her get away with it. Probably not. That didn’t seem very Dom-y.

  “You asked for the spanking.”

  “I know.”

  “And you suffered the consequences. You know if you’re getting spanked, you’re not in control unless you safe word.”

  “I know.”

  He sighed. “I know…what?”

  “I know, sir.”

  “You haven’t called me sir once during this conversation. I think we will need to have a review session first thing next time.”

  Her tone immediately softened. “Yes, sir. I have a question, please, sir.”

  “Yes?”

  “Am I allowed to put some aloe vera lotion on? I’m still pretty red.”

  “Do you think you should be allowed to?” He sensed it drove her nuts when he turned things back on her, much like it did when he used the same tactic with his students.

  “Just this time, sir? I’m running errands all day, getting in and out of my car—”

  “What’s it worth to you?”

  “Sir?”

  “What’s it worth to you? Surely I should be rewarded for the kind gesture if I allow this.”

  “Oh, of course, sir. What would you like?”

  “I didn’t ask that. We really need to work on this propensity to not answer my questions.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He was barely holding in a snicker at her pretty-much constant use of “sir” now.

  “So?”

  “How about a blowjob, sir?”

  “I think you can do better than that. Look, I’ll let you off the hook. If you want aloe vera, wear a plug on Saturday. Put it in after you shower in the morning, take it out for a few hours to let your ass rest, and then insert it again before you come to the club. I’ll spank you with it in, and then take it out and fuck your red, hot, spanked ass.”

  Looking down, he was surprised he hadn’t creamed his jeans. That image was fucking erotic.

  “If you’d like that, sir, sure.”

  “Do you own a plug?”

  “No, sir.”

  “I’ll get you one and drop it off. Maybe I’ll make it a vibrating plug,” he purposely murmured but didn’t miss her answering moan. “Guess you’ll have to wait and see.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “I’ll let you go lotion up that delectable ass I’m very much looking forward to getting inside. Are you in town this week? I’ll call in a few days.”

  “I’m in town all week. I look forward to it, sir.”

  “See you.”

  He hung up and smiled into his coffee. Yes, he’d definitely found his home with these people. Though the right choice to make didn’t always come naturally like it did for Jack, he couldn’t expect it to. Jack had years of experience being a Dom under his belt. Ryan laughed at the expression, considering what Doms did with their belts. He’d have to tell his friend that Lisette had called him a bastard. Might be fun to watch his reaction.

  Chapter Five

  The end of the week couldn’t come soon enough for Ryan. His students were getting stressed-out over their midterm scores and antsy about Thanksgiving vacation, which was coming up the next week. He hadn’t been able to finish grading yet, seeing as each exam was about fifteen pages of solid writing, and all week they’d been bugging him, asking if the scores were done. Because he felt guilty about not handing back their tests yet, he stayed in his office late so he wouldn’t be tempted by other things. As a consequence, he had only spoken with Lisette twice.

  Ryan found himself excited to see her. He actually missed her. Missed her smile, her laugh, her flirtatious looks, and that killer, killer body. He missed how she challenged him while mostly retaining her submissive role. Shit, he really fucking missed her. What did that mean?

  By the time Saturday came, he was constantly hard, and it was driving him nuts. He’d been rubbing one out nightly since about Wednesday but still found himself with his hand around his dick in the shower late Saturday morning. At this rate he wouldn’t have any cum left for tonight, but he couldn’t take being this aroused all day with no outlet.

  Surely by now she’d be inserting the silicone plug he’d gotten for her. He’d specifically purchased b
lack, so it would be very visible between her cheeks. It was a medium, and slightly smaller in girth than his own cock, but he was reasonably sure—and Jack had agreed—that it would do the job to loosen her up for him. He could hardly wait.

  Ryan made it to the club twenty minutes early, suddenly wishing they served alcohol. He could use something to calm his nerves. Why he was so on edge, he wasn’t sure. The idea of fucking Lisette’s ass was definitely part of it, but he feared a much larger piece was just the idea of seeing her again, of playing with her, of dominating her. Thank God she’d agreed to be exclusive. He had a feeling he would’ve cheerfully torn apart any other man who touched her.

  He secured what he was starting to think of as “their couch” and was immediately greeted by a service submissive. “Two waters, please.” She scurried off to do his bidding, the puppy-tail plug in her ass swaying back and forth, and Ryan shook his head. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be into some of this stuff. Hopefully Lisette was okay with that. Maybe they could talk about some of the more out-there activities tonight so he could feel her out.

  Finally she stepped into the room, and his heart about stopped. She was wearing a one-piece catsuit, surely knowing she’d have to take it off for her spanking. The little vixen. Once it came off, it was staying off. Hey, maybe that’s what she wanted. She spotted him and glided over.

  “Sir.”

  “Straddle me.”

  Lisette looked a little surprised but didn’t hesitate. Plunging his hands into her hair, he plundered her mouth, feeling his erection twitching inside his jeans. He needed to be inside this woman and considered telling her to suck him off to take away some of the tension, but then decided against it. A man his age could only come so many times, and he already had one in for the day. When he released her, she swayed a little.

  “Wow. Hello, sir.”

  “I booked a private room. Is that all right, or would you prefer to stay in the public play area?”

  “A private room is fine, sir.”

  “Then let’s go.” He led her to one of the rooms upstairs and, once they were inside, took a deep breath and said, “Strip. You have a spanking coming, and I don’t plan to wait until the end of the night to redden that beautiful ass.”