“I’ll leave you two to your pleasure,” Mondo said, reaching out and tugging the blue streak in Marti’s hair before rising. Once again, he held out his hand, waiting as Sunny rose and replaced her hand atop his. He walked her through the room, past others engaged in intercourse and petting. Couples, threesomes, straight and gay. Other than the widening of her eyes, Sunny betrayed nothing of her emotions. Although her breasts and belly quivered.
Mondo paused again in front of one of the well-lit stages, but he positioned her in front of him rather than kneeling at his side. He didn’t know if he could have her eye-level with his dick again and not be tempted to bare it to have her suck him dry.
Her lush mouth tempted him. Her green, almond-shaped eyes had studied his cock so intensely, he’d wanted to pull her up and hurry her from the room. She tempted him to forego training in favor of ravishing her. An impulse he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in many years.
Now that she was in front of him, he cast his gaze on the scene before them. Sunny’s posture stiffened. He wondered if she was repelled or intrigued.
The man was fully dressed, a leather hood over his head. The woman was nude, her body bent over a padded sawhorse, wrists bound and attached to chains that kept her restrained and unable to straighten. Her body already showed the marks of his sensual torture. Slim welts criss-crossed her back and buttocks. Her skin was red. Her breathing harsh. Each lash from the leather whip the man wielded landed with an audible flick.
Sunny’s body tensed each time he raised his arm. She jerked every time the tip of the whip bit the woman’s flesh. Maybe this display was too much, too soon.
Mondo stepped closer to Sunny and reached around to cup a breast, flicking the nipple to distract her. If possible, her back became even straighter, but then her body shuddered. She leaned back, snuggling against him as he continued to caress her with both hands roaming, sometimes pinching but otherwise giving her gentle caresses.
He breathed in her scent, which became richer the more aroused she became. Cinnamon and musk mingled so sweetly he could nearly taste it.
His hands glided on soft, quivering skin that cloaked a softer, more feminine frame than he’d expected. She was slight, but every curve he explored provided a sensory delight. Like a blind man reading Braille, he learned what made her squirm or hum.
He cupped a breast and massaged it, circling the soft, distended tip, his other hand reaching down to slide between her legs. She was short, so he had to lean slightly over her, her head tucked into the corner of his neck, and she surrendered, fluid flooding his palm as the man on the stage tossed down the whip and approached the woman.
The man patted her bottom and then swatted each side. The woman shuffled her feet, widening her stance. When he swatted her pussy, she groaned and hung her head. He circled the sawhorse and knelt beside her. His hand cupped her chin to raise her face. “I’m going to fuck you now. Would that please you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, her voice thick with tears. “Please, Sir.”
He leaned close and kissed her cheek, pushed up and walked around behind her again. Then he quickly opened his pants and pushed them past his hips. Positioned behind her, he slid his fingers between her buttocks, circled her hole with two fingers and pushed inside. The woman’s body bowed, pulling at her restraints.
“You may not come.”
“Yes, Sir… I won’t, Sir.” But she shook as he pumped his fingers into her and then slowly moved closer, his cock finding her vagina and pushing inside.
A groan ripped through Mondo as he felt Sunny’s sexy response—a shower of hot liquid drizzling over his fingertips. He inserted two fingers into her pussy and pressed the ball of his hand against the tiny, hardening knot at the top of her folds. “Fuck them,” he whispered into her ear as the man above them began thrusting into the trembling woman.
Sunny’s tiny mewl of pleasure pleased Mondo, the tightening of her pussy lips around his fingers even more. She rocked forward and back, dragging on his digits.
The man’s motions were steady and measured, long thrusts that exposed his reddening shaft to the audience before he plunged back inside the woman’s cunt.
Sunny’s breaths rasped in time with the woman’s louder, harsher sobs.
Mondo glanced to the side and found that Marti and Jackson had joined them in front of the stage. Marti’s very interested stare was on them both. Jackson, who stood behind Marti with his hands on her shoulders, probably to restrain her, raised his eyebrows as he glanced down at Sunny. Jenn stood at one corner of the dais, her wide smile freezing at the curl of Aiden’s finger as he motioned her over.
Aiden at least understood that Mondo wanted a modicum of privacy while he pleasured Sunny. His friends were an incestuous bunch and were likely counting down the days until they too could enter into play with Sunny. If she lasted beyond this night.
For the first time, Mondo thought that perhaps he’d underestimated her. That he’d allowed his own trepidation over entering a deeper relationship with a woman who might not meet his darker needs color his opinion. Maybe he should give this attraction a chance.
Sunny’s body grew rigid, her pussy cinching around his fingers.
Mondo whispered next to her ear, “Don’t come, sweet sub. Not until she does.”
“Oh God, Mondo. I can’t wait,” she moaned, shaking her head, her hair drifting across his chin.
“If you come, we’re done,” he lied, smiling slightly as her trembling grew.
Her hands gripped his wrist, fingernails scoring his skin, and she emitted a thin, soft wail.
Glancing at the couple on the stage, Mondo swirled his fingers inside Sunny, delving deeper. The moment she jerked, he knew he’d found her sweet spot. Concentrating his inner caresses there, he pulled her more tightly against his body, letting his cock fill to prod against her buttocks, to remind her there might be more if she was good.
One of her hands released his wrist and she reached back, hugging his neck as she arched and pumped, writhing openly against him. She was lovely, coming undone, sweat glistening on her breasts and belly.
At last, the man on the stage reached around the sobbing woman, fingers disappearing between her legs. “Come now,” he commanded loudly.
The woman and Sunny exploded, shouts above him, sweet cries from the woman held inside his arms.
When the convulsions of her climax waned, Mondo withdrew his hand and turned her to draw her against his chest. He stroked her back, her buttocks, nuzzled her hair, drawing in the scent of her sex and finding the spicy essence to be just right.
He didn’t bother looking around. He knew his friends, likely all of them, had watched as he’d become entranced by the woman he held. He’d have to send Pansy flowers. She’d been so right. Sunny was ripe for this. Perhaps not perfect for his needs, but she was the challenge he’d been looking for.
Right now, he had to get her alone. Begin the real training. Show her how a true Dom approached a sub he wanted to make into a lover.
Chapter Four
When Mondo let go of her and grabbed her hand, Sunny wobbled for a moment, dizzied by the sensations still coursing through her body and shocked by the fact she’d allowed this man, this near stranger, to bring her to orgasm in such a public place.
But this was what she’d wanted, ever since Pansy had regaled her with her own experiences. Sunny had read erotic fiction, but while fictional fantasies were titillating, they were not something a good girl, a school teacher, should ever indulge in.
Listening to Pansy’s stories, she’d dared to dream up her own fantasies, inserting herself into the center of the naughty scenes. But it wasn’t until she’d met Mondo that she’d decided she wanted to do more than dream and read. It looked like she was about to get her chance, and Sunny felt her first misgivings.
Now she was sure they were heading back to his playroom, and that h
e had plans for her instruction, whatever that entailed. It was all moving so fast. She feared the unknown, but mostly she feared the thought she’d somehow disappoint him. He was experienced, worldly, and she felt like a mouse held in the teeth of a lion.
At his playroom door, he slid his card in the lock and quickly opened it, motioning her to precede him. She stepped past him, sucking in a breath as her body brushed his. Once inside, she shivered, crossing her arms in front of her as she stood not looking back at him as he closed the door.
“Querida,” he said softly, coming up behind her but not touching her. “Are you having second thoughts?”
She glanced back, meeting his gaze but aware he had to be reading her indecision. She swallowed a lump at the back of her throat. “I’m a little afraid,” she admitted. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do or what happens next.”
His expression was neutral, but his dark gaze roamed her face. “You have your safe word. Use it now.”
“And we’ll be done. Just like that?”
He nodded, his body held so still she couldn’t detect a breath.
In that moment, she realized she wasn’t the only one worried about the outcome. He might be the one with all the knowledge, but he’d never been with her. And by the tension he exuded, her answer mattered. She held all the power—the decision to move forward or flee was entirely hers. And he’d respect that. She wasn’t trapped in this room. Wasn’t without options. Right now, she had two.
She could escape and return to her safe, ordinary life, or she could take a chance with him and perhaps figure out why every relationship she’d ever entered had failed.
Looking away, she dropped her arms and stared around the room, noting for the first time the furnishings. Dark blue and black. Leather and wood. A pegboard with hooks on one well-lit wall with an array of instruments she knew were floggers, paddles and whips. She remembered the woman on the stage and how she’d sobbed, not from humiliation or pain, she knew, but because her arousal had been stoked to a fever pitch. Something Sunny had never experienced—the harsh edge of desire.
And damn if she didn’t want to know what that felt like.
“Mondo,” she whispered, glancing back at him.
“Yes, sweetheart.”
“Sir, I’d like to stay.”
Mondo didn’t know until that moment exactly how much he wanted her. Her sweet words, her moist green eyes, drew him closer. He stepped forward, reaching for her, knowing this wasn’t the right way to proceed if what he intended was simply training, but unable to resist the urge to give her reassurance and himself the pleasure of her skin beneath his fingers.
Her mouth opened, the plump bottom lip trembling on her indrawn gasp as her nipples touched his chest. Even through the cotton garment he wore, he felt the prick of the engorged points, and his groin tightened.
Her courage was beautiful, her desire mirrored in her green eyes. She’d endured exposure, his public caresses, and yet she was all but begging for more.
With one arm encircling her back, he pressed her closer, letting her feel his cock as it hardened. He cupped her cheek, swept a thumb across her bottom lip and bent his head until his forehead touched hers.
So close their breaths mingled, he sighed. “I must tell you. I want to be more than your teacher.”
Her eyes widened. “Pansy said that a Dom’s instructions can be entirely free of intercourse. That the encounters are often more about exerting control and giving up power to another than about sex.”
“Yes, I usually train from a distance. If I was to be simply your teacher, my touches would be confined to impersonal ones—those giving punishment or for gauging your body’s reactions. Yes, you are vulnerable, and there can be orgasms, but I usually choose not to engage in sex with my subs. My pleasure is confined to watching them grow and flying free of their inhibitions.”
“She said you like to inflict pain,” she whispered. “I’ll admit now, I don’t fully understand how that is a good thing. How you can be driven by a need to inflict pain and your sub be grateful for the abuse.”
Tenderly, he framed her face. “It’s not abuse. I never give more punishment than a sub can take, but it takes concentration, and the ability to read the signs so I know how far I can push. You’ve never experienced this before, but there is pleasure in pain. A release of endorphins that will steal your inhibitions.”
“That’s what you would like to show me?”
“Yes.”
“But you won’t be doing it from a distance.”
“No, I would like to make this intimate. Our journey. And I would like to make love to you.”
She closed her eyes. “I almost wish you wouldn’t talk. That you’d just take.”
“If that is how you would like to play, I can oblige.”
The silkiness of his tone was so seductive, she shivered. “Would you think I’m foolish if I say I don’t want you to be easy with me?”
“I’d say you don’t know your limits. Not yet. But if you will give me your trust and do everything I say, I’ll give you the greatest pleasure of your life.”
She gave a soft laugh. “You say that with so much conviction, I believe you.” She lifted her hands and laid them lightly against his sides. “How do we begin?”
“Like this,” he said softly, tipping up her chin and kissing her mouth.
She opened at the first press of his lips. No hint of hesitation. Her heartbeat thudded against his chest. She met the thrust of his tongue with her own tentative push, then a surrender that allowed him to stroke inside.
The kiss was more than a kiss. It was lush, magnetic. He slanted his mouth over hers and sucked at her lips, his hands cupping her face, fingers tangling in her thick hair.
When they drew apart, they were both breathing heavily. His cock was fully erect and trapped uncomfortably against his leg. More than anything, he wanted to bare himself and gather her up to fuck her right where she stood. But he’d be ignoring his duty to her. She deserved a thorough introduction, to him and his desires, to discover her own.
Despite the confusion in her eyes, he took a step backward. “Remember your word.”
“Apple,” she said, “but I don’t want to use it.”
“Know it’s there. Take comfort you’re in control.”
“I don’t want control, I want you—“
He shook his head. “We’ll start slowly. Or at least that’s what I intend, but I need your cooperation.”
She tilted her head, a little smile curved her mouth. “Pansy said you’re always in control of yourself.”
Mondo shook his head, a rueful smile stretching his mouth. “With you, I could forget myself.”
“Good to know,” she said softly.
Mondo cleared his throat, then jutted his chin toward the padded table. “Hop up there and lie on your stomach. I made a promise. I intend to keep it.” No matter if it kills me.
Her confidence seemed to be restored. She turned and walked toward the table. There, she jumped up on the edge, stretched out and rolled to her stomach. She rested her head on her arms, her face turned away.
Mondo stripped, using the action of folding each item of clothing to slow his heart and get a grip on his arousal. When he was fully nude, he went to a cupboard, found a bottle of fragrant oil and returned to her. He poured a measure into his palm and warmed it between his hands before beginning to massage her shoulders. “When I work with a sub, I generally have helpers prepare her or him. They supervise their disrobing. They perform a massage. If I have further instructions, they carry them out so that my sub is ready for me to begin when I enter the room.”
“Will you have another prepare me the next time I come?”
She spoke of a next time, an assumption that would have annoyed him with anyone else because it was presumptuous. With Sunny, pleasure poured through him. “Per
haps,” he murmured, enjoying the feel of her firm muscle and soft skin beneath his kneading hands.
He moved from her shoulders, tracing her spine and feathering outward, gripping her sides firmly and pressing the balls of his palms into any knots, releasing tension as he drew lower.
Her sighs made him smile. Her ass proved a temptation he lingered over. He grasped the soft globes to knead them, parting and closing them, getting a glimpse of her tiny puckered hole that had his teeth grinding together because he was tempted to play there.
“Have you ever had anal intercourse,” he asked, keeping his voice even.
“No,” she said, her tone a little shrill.
Her shocked tone assured him she wasn’t lying, and he smiled. “No one has played with you there?”
She buried her face in her arms. “No, are you going to?”
“Eventually. And you will like it.”
Her body quivered and he moved downward, urging her legs apart as he massaged one slender thigh and then the other, all the while looking at the plump evidence of her desire.
Her pussy was flushed pink, the lips engorged. Moisture gleamed on her soft, waxed skin. The urge to bend over her and kiss her there was nearly overpowering, but he resisted, withdrawing his hands after caressing her calves.
“Roll over.”
She did so. Slowly. She placed her hands beside her head, palms turned upward, submissive in even that simple pose. Her face was tense, but then her gaze swept over his nude frame and she parted her lips on a slow, jagged gasp. Her attention snagged on his cock, which was tilted toward the ceiling.
“You’re really big,” she blurted and then blushed.
Mondo laughed. “It’s all right to comment. Do you find my size attractive or intimidating?”
She wrinkled her nose. “A little of both.” Her nipples quivered with her next ragged breath.
“You’re panting.”
“I’m excited. I can’t help it.”
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