Master Class
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“Grab a condom.”
“I need to get going.”
“And you will. But you’ll come before you go.”
Knowing she wasn’t going to talk him out of this, she glanced at the clock. She had about fifteen minutes before she needed to get a move on. That was enough time to play a bit and still grab a quick shower before she left to be a pain in the ass to Marty. Reaching over to the nightstand, she grabbed a condom and was about to hand it to him when he said, “Put it on me.” She had to lean way over to do so, and he licked, kissed, and sucked any patch of skin he could get his mouth on.
“Now ride me in reverse, cowgirl. I want to watch my cock slide in and out of your pussy.”
She finally wrestled on the condom—she’d never been good at that and certainly wasn’t smooth—and then scooted down his body. Ryan held her hips as she guided his thick erection inside. With a moan Lisette sank all the way down. “You always feel so good.”
“Fuck me. Ride my dick.”
“Yes, sir.” With his help she impaled herself on him over and over, feeling the first sweet twinges of her orgasm beginning to build. His breathing was becoming erratic while he spouted a litany of filth as he watched them move together.
Ryan growled, and Lisette threw her head back. She loved how Ryan didn’t treat her like a glass doll. He fucked her hard and didn’t apologize for it. God, they were so compatible in so many ways.
Her head snapped up, and her mouth went dry. All of this seemed so natural; him being at work with her every night, them playing at the club on the weekend, and even sharing a hotel room here.
Oh, shit. I did it. I fell in love with him.
“Why did you stop moving, baby? You okay?”
“What? Yeah, sorry. I’m fine.”
“I’m sure Marty won’t care when you get in.”
“No, you’re right, he won’t.”
“Then finish me. I want to see you fly apart on my dick.”
“When you put it like that…”
Soon both of them were clutching the sheets and grinding out their releases, and though at the moment Lisette would’ve liked nothing better than to collapse in a heap, she had to get up. With her thoughts all jumbled up at the moment, she needed some distance from Ryan anyway. “Gonna take a shower and run outta here.”
“See you later.”
She hauled ass toward the shower like she was being chased by a hungry alligator. Once in the cab on the way to see Marty, she leaned back against the seat. Her thoughts were darting back and forth, scrambling in every direction, and it was impossible to get a handle on what was going on inside her. But the one thing she kept coming back to was, What am I gonna do?
* * * *
It was no better that evening at dinner, as Ryan talked about inconsequential things while her brain screamed at her to tell him she loved him. No, impossible. He’d tell her he wasn’t ready, and then she’d feel like a fool. Better to wait.
For how long?
When dinner was over, Ryan took her hand. “Look at me.”
Her gaze flew to his, and she frowned at the intensity in his eyes.
“I did a lot of thinking today, a lot of soul-searching.”
“Uh-huh…”
“I think I’ve figured out why I went on that loony cleaning-out spree.”
“Oh?” Monosyllabic answers no doubt made her sound like a moron, but right then, there was no way she could have put together something more complicated. She held her breath and waited for him to continue.
“Yes. I want you to move in with me.”
“You what?”
He smiled. “Move in with me.”
“But—”
“I know, I know, there are a million reasons why we shouldn’t, and I know a lot of them have to do with my problems, not yours. But give me a chance.”
“Why do you want to do this?”
“Well, I was going to save the second part of my grand plan for once the shock from asking you to move in had worn off, but it might make more sense to lay all my cards down.”
“Okay. Um, go ahead.”
Is he proposing? Oh my God, I hope he’s not proposing, because I’ll say yes, and I’m not sure that’s the best answer. Is he really ready for that kind of commitment?
Her question was answered immediately.
“I want to do a collaring ceremony. I spoke with Jack on the phone for a long time today about how I felt and what I wanted. I’m not ready to get married quite yet, but I want you in my life and by my side. He mentioned the formal collaring ceremony, and it was like birds started singing.” He looked down at the tablecloth with a sheepish grin. “I want you. I love you, and I want you.”
“Back up the truck.”
“To which part?”
Ryan’s thumb moved in slow circles over the back of her hand as she tried to compartmentalize what he’d said.
Not ready to marry.
Ready to move in.
Ready to collar.
Loves me.
She stared at him. “You love me?”
“I do, and I hope in time you’ll love me back.”
“I do.”
“I don’t want you to say—” She slapped her hand over his mouth, and he pulled it away with a mock glare. “That was rude.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know how to make you stop talking. Yes, I love you too. I only came to the realization recently, but once I did, it felt right, you know?”
“Yes, I do.”
“So let me make sure I understand. You want me to move in, and you want to collar me?”
“Yes, that’s what I want. What do you want?”
“I want to move in with you. And I will accept your collar and hope to live up to it.”
“Oh baby, you will. You do.”
He took her in a kiss of pure possession, and she melted into him, not caring in the slightest they were in the middle of a restaurant.
“Let’s get out of here. I’d like to do our own special sealing of the deal.”
Lisette giggled. “Lead the way.”
With a brush of his fingertips to the side of her neck, he said, “I always will.”
* * * *
Ryan and Lisette decided to do the collaring ceremony a few days after Valentine’s Day, on President’s Day, as there were no classes, which would give them some time after the ceremony to celebrate. They’d done a low-key Valentine’s Day, knowing the ceremony was coming. Plus Lisette was still recovering from the Denver Midwinter show, which was finally over. She was being showered with praise from clients and colleagues alike at the job she’d done with it, and he couldn’t be more proud of his woman.
He’d made arrangements to take Lisette on a surprise trip during spring break after working out her vacation time with Grace. Fortunately the woman was so grateful to Lisette, she pretty much let him dictate whatever he wanted, and they’d been able to keep the plans secret. Lisette didn’t suspect a thing as far as he could tell.
Of course, her boss thought it would be a romantic getaway, with rose petals on the bed and long walks on the beach. Ryan knew better. He was planning to take his new submissive to a BDSM play resort, and he couldn’t wait to have ten days to relax and explore all manner of things with no other focus but each other. He’d already checked, and the resort provided several different sizes of anal hooks as well as instruction in how to use them. It was amazing, the things one could buy at this place.
For the collaring ceremony, he’d rented the same private playroom where they’d done the wax play and strewn some of the same candles normally used for that purpose around the area to decorate it. That was the only light. Jack and Callie would be the only other attendees, and after the ceremony they would leave. Ryan was very much looking forward to a private celebration with his new submissive. In a lot of ways, a formal collaring ceremony, even one as small and intimate as this one would be, reminded Ryan of a wedding. Strangely that thought didn’t send him into a state of blind p
anic like it had just a few short weeks ago. He wanted Lisette forever.
“Come on, man. You have to admit, having a collaring ceremony on a day like this is weird,” Jack said.
Ryan shook his head. “I disagree. I think it’s totally appropriate.”
“How so?”
“Well, George Washington, according to history, is the father of our nation, the nation where we live as free men and have the ability to do something like this. So I figure it’s a great time to exercise that freedom. Hell, in some ways, you could say we’re paying homage to him by doing it today.”
“Aren’t you going a little too far with that?”
Jack smirked and brushed a bit of lint off his shirt. Ryan raised an eyebrow. “I bet ole Washington himself was a kinkster.”
“Now you’re definitely reaching. But seriously, I’m proud of you. You’ve come a long way in a short time. I think Lisette will be good for you.”
Ryan turned to him, and they exchanged a quick, manly hug. “Thanks, Jack. If you’d never put a real name to what I was feeling inside, I might never’ve even explored BDSM. Knowing that someone I liked and respected was into a lot of the same things I was made a huge difference.”
“Anything I can do to make the world a more interesting place.”
Ryan chuckled. “Right.” He tugged on the cuffs of his shirt for about the fiftieth time, and Jack shook his head in amusement.
Then Callie ducked into the room and gave Jack and Ryan a thumbs-up sign.
Jack straightened. “Bring in the submissive.”
Lisette walked into the room, completely naked but for some small flowers she’d somehow braided into her hair, and Ryan’s breath seized in his chest.
God, she’s gorgeous. And she’s mine.
She smiled at him, and he was sure he was grinning like a loon, but he didn’t give a shit how dumb he looked. Ryan loved this woman with all his heart, and he knew they’d be together forever. He didn’t take this ceremony lightly.
As Lisette took her place on her knees beside Ryan and Callie sank into a similar pose next to Jack, Ryan couldn’t help but run his fingertips over her hair before concentrating on Jack’s words.
“A collaring ceremony is a serious thing in our lifestyle.” He looked down at Lisette, and she beamed back up at him. “By the Dominant offering the collar and the submissive accepting the collar, each of you is signaling your true commitment to each other. Sub, do you have anything to say?”
“Yes, sir.”
Lisette looked up at Ryan and raised her hands, which he readily took, kissing the inside of both wrists before enclosing her smaller hands in his larger pair.
“I come to you, Sir, with no bonds, but it’s my hope you’ll bond me to you forever. You make me free and yet bind me.”
Jack handed him the cuffs first. They matched her collar. He’d also gotten her a collar to wear in her daily life, which a person who wasn’t familiar with BDSM would never suspect was anything more than a lovely piece of jewelry.
“Will you accept the bindings I wish to place on you?”
“Yes, Sir, I will. Happily.”
“Will you submit to me in as far as our contract allows?”
“Yes, Sir, I will.”
“Will you trust that I will give you what you need, even if it’s not always what you want, and grant me the power to do so?”
“Yes, Sir, I will.”
“Lastly, will you refer to me as Master Ryan or simply Master?”
“Yes, um, Master Ryan, I will.”
She smiled, and his heart soared. “Then I too accept the bonds we’re creating today,” Ryan responded, finding himself getting more than a little choked up. He was planning to say more, but his thoughts deserted him. Instead, his voice thick with emotion, he squeezed her hands and then locked the cuffs on her wrists. “I promise to do everything I can to make you the happiest and most fulfilled woman you can be. You’ve awakened me to a whole new life, a whole new happiness, and for that, I’m eternally grateful.”
Ryan gave her a quick, hard kiss. Jack snickered.
“Get a room.”
“I fully intend to use this one,” Ryan shot back, “but first I need to collar my submissive.” He turned his attention back to Lisette as Jack handed him the collar. “You belong to me, and I pledge to attend to your needs and to protect you. Your best interests and well-being will always be at the forefront of my thoughts.”
After bringing the collar to Lisette’s neck, he pushed in the lock mechanism and kissed the key before dropping it into the pocket of his slacks. He heard someone sniffle and had a feeling it was Callie. Lisette’s eyes were bright, as he was sure his were, and with a final stroke to her face, he attached the leash to her collar and drew her to her feet, where Jack bound their hands together with a length of rope.
“As your friend and a fellow member of the BDSM community, I witness your commitment to each other. Love and protect.” With that he unbound the rope more and handed it to Ryan, along with the signed copies of their contracts. Then he and Callie quickly and quietly left the room.
After they’d made love, Ryan and Lisette tangled up in each other’s limbs on the couch, facing each other. Ryan drew her hair away from her face and smiled down at his submissive.
“Have I told you how proud I am of you? When I saw the amount of work that went into planning a trade show like that Midwinter one and then knew you’d pulled off the entire thing with barely a hitch, I think my heart about burst. Not that I expected anything different from you, but really, I’m impressed.”
“Aww, thank you. It was an interesting experience, to say the least.”
“I hope they appreciate you more now than ever.”
“Oh, they appreciate me. I got overtime for all those extra hours worked, and there’s a bonus check coming.” Lisette walked her fingers up his chest. “I was thinking we might be able to use the windfall to look for a house together. Before you say anything, I know you have a house, but this could be somewhere we could grow together.”
“I rent that house, so losing it wouldn’t break my heart. But are you sure you want to do that? You could use the money for so many other things.”
“What better investment is there than us?”
Ryan claimed her lips. He couldn’t agree more.
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Table of Contents
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Loose Id Titles by Cassandra Carr
Cassandra Carr
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