Master Class

by Jason Luke

  “Yes,” she confessed. “I couldn’t take the chance that you would reject me for your training.”

  Edge nodded his head slowly. He felt like he had been cleverly manipulated, but the feeling was dull – not like the sharp sting of betrayal. But it hurt nonetheless.

  “So you went through this whole charade of sexual training, just so you could tempt me into fucking you?”

  “No,” Clarissa shook her head and at the same time she lifted her chin and her eyes cleared. She stared directly at Edge. “My training wasn’t an act, Nick. I am genuinely aroused by submission. Everything I have done here has been real. There was no acting, no pretending. If nothing else, please believe that.”

  Edge said nothing. He swung his chair back to that dark corner of the office that was cloaked in shadow, and once again his eyes turned dark and blank.

  Clarissa sat wringing her hands in her lap. “The Congressman is the reason my grandfather is in financial trouble. He has friends at the bank. He organized the foreclosure, and then planted a co-worker who recommended I auction my virginity as a way I could raise the money. He played me… and he’s too powerful to fight.” She drew a shuddering breath. “Jansing can’t be beaten, Nick. He left me no choice. If I didn’t do what he told me to, he threatened to use the naked photos he took of me in the penthouse.”

  Nick Edge was a fighter with a warrior’s instincts. Meek surrender wasn’t in his nature. In the corner of his mind, a plan for revenge began to form.

  On the other side of the desk, Clarissa fell silent at last, wrung out emotionally and with nothing more she could reveal. She felt exhausted by her despair It crushed down on her like a heavy weight. There was nothing left that she could do for her grandfather. Once Jansing found out that she had betrayed his plans, the Congressman would crush her like dirt beneath his feet.

  They sat in fraught tense silence for a long time. Clarissa had her head bowed, grieving. She saw her future dreams dissolve into mist. She saw her grandfather, old and broken, thrown from the farm he had worked and nurtured with his bare hands for his entire life. She saw every hope and dream she’d ever imagined ripped away from her… and she wondered if she had any future at all.

  Edge sat with his gaze inscrutable. He sat very still. His eyes were narrowed and calculating until finally he was sure.

  It would work, he decided. He turned to Clarissa and drew a deep breath. “Are you prepared to do anything – anything at all to save your grandfather’s farm?”

  Clarissa looked pale. She nodded. “Yes,” she said softly.

  Edge stood up with grim purpose. “Okay,” he said. “Then get your dress off. I’m going to fuck you over this desk while you film it happening.”

  “You’re going to give in?” Clarissa stared at Edge, and her voice was hushed and incredulous. “You’re just going to let me photograph us having sex, and then allow Congressman Jansing to use that evidence to destroy you?”

  Edge smiled thinly. “I’m going to allow you to capture the evidence of me taking your virginity,” he agreed, “because we’re going to set a trap of our own.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean we’re going to turn the tables on Jansing,” Edge explained. “You said he took scandalous naked photos of you at the penthouse on his personal phone, and he’s using those images to blackmail you, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “Well we’re going to use the pictures we take to steal Jansing’s phone from him. Once we have it, you can delete the images. Then you’re free.”

  Clarissa smiled wanly. “But my grandfather still loses his farm.”

  Edge held up a hand to silence her. He looked resolved and dangerously calm. “One thing at a time,” he smiled wickedly. “I’ll tell you the rest afterwards.”

  “After what?”

  “After this…”

  Edge got up from his chair and came around the desk. He swept Clarissa up in his arms, pulling her body tight against him. His mouth was hot and hungry and it found her lips waiting for him. The kiss sizzled against Clarissa’s flesh, smoldering into small tingling sparks that set her whole body alight.

  She went weak within the strong circle of his embrace. Edge was raw masculine power and he melted her like wax before the flame of a candle. She drew in the manly scent of him and thrilled at the steel-like hardness of his chest against her sensitive breasts. He had both his hands wrapped around her waist, exploring her body with his spread fingers. Clarissa reached up and dangled her arm around Edge’s neck. Still the kiss drew out, until finally she felt that he had drawn all of the despair and pain from her, and left her empty… ready to be filled anew.

  That thought came with it’s own sensual thrill – the fantasy of Nick Edge filling her – not with hope, but with his hard cock. She broke the kiss, gasping for breath, and her face flushed. She was burning hot all over. Her free hand reached for Edge’s belt, and this time he moved his weight to give her easier access.

  “Oh, God, yes!” Clarissa breathed, knowing now that this time it would really happen. She drew down the zipper of Edge’s jeans and thrust her hand inside, feeling his hardness, and then groaning her desire. Suddenly the future wasn’t important; now only this moment mattered.

  Clarissa began to slowly stroke Edge’s cock, struggling with the length and thickness of him because he was still trapped inside the tight confines of his pants. She could feel him hardening and she wanted to drop to her knees, but Edge had other ideas. They were standing close, facing each other. Edge’s hand went down to her ass and he tugged the hem of her skirt up, then thrust his hand inside her panties. Clarissa arched her back and closed her eyes. Edge’s long fingers dipped between the tight clenched cheeks of her bottom, far enough to feel the radiating heat of her arousal.

  Clarissa’s grip on Edge’s cock was teasing but persistent. He unfastened the button of his jeans and his length sprang free at last. He felt Clarissa change her grip on him and her tugging took on new determination. He kissed her again, cupping her chin in the palm of his hand, and covering her lips. His tongue probed and swirled inside her mouth. Clarissa was clinging desperately to him. Edge moved, and then moved again, turning Clarissa slowly around until she had the back of her legs pressed against the edge of his desk. Edge tugged at the buttons of her dress and they popped and flew around the room. Edge fixed his eyes on her naked breasts and growled like a starving beast. Clarissa’s eyes went wide with the thrill of Edge’s desire. It made her feel prized and lusted after. It was all she had ever wanted…

  Edge bent his mouth to one nipple and clamped it between his lips. One of his hands reached down between her legs. Her panties were soaked through with the warm essence of her need. Edge’s clever fingers slipped within the waistband of lace and then pressed against her swollen clit. He heard Clarissa give a ragged gasp of arousal against his shoulder. She was clutching at him with her free hand like he was a life raft in a storm-tossed sea. Edge’s fingers became more persistent. Clarissa spread her legs.

  One of Edge’s fingers slipped inside the folds of her pussy. She groaned a sound of deep wanton need. Clarissa was soaking wet with desire. Edge curled his finger and rubbed the secret spot inside the front wall of her pussy. For a moment Clarissa felt only pleasure. Then the feeling became like an urgent need to pee. She was about to mumble something to Edge when the press of his curled fingertip became more insistent. The sensation deep within Clarissa changed again – turning into a glowing bloom of intense arousal. She didn’t know how, but Edge had triggered a secret place within her, and the intense feeling was a phenomenon she had never experienced before.

  Clarissa gasped and clawed at Edge to hold herself steady. Her legs were trembling – even her fingers began to shake. It was as if this secret place was connected to every nerve fiber in her body. She gulped and then began to shudder uncontrollably. Edge’s face was set and knowing. Clarissa’s every wondrous shock and emotion played out upon her features for him like a beautiful show. />
  “I… I think I’m going to cum…” Clarissa groaned in a kind of incredulous disbelief.

  “I know you are,” Edge growled his lust. “But not until I’m ready.”

  He withdrew his finger and Clarissa moaned with frustration. She fixed Edge with a wide-eyed stare of incomprehension.

  “Get your phone,” Edge ordered.

  Clarissa scraped her tousled hair away from her face and reached shakily for her handbag. “Jansing gave me a special phone to use,” she explained. “He called it a burner.”

  Edge scowled. Clarissa held the phone up for him to see.

  “Does it have a video recording facility?” Edge asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Good. Set it on the other side of the desk, facing us. I’m going to fake taking you from behind.”

  “What?” Clarissa frowned. “What do you mean ‘fake’?”

  “Simulated sex,” Edge said. “If we get the angle right, Congressman Jansing will never know the difference.”

  “But I will!” Clarissa wanted Edge to fuck her. Not for authenticity. She needed his cock. Her motivation was pure unleashed lust.

  “But you’re a virgin, and I told you the first time should be special.”

  Clarissa propped her hand on her waist, posed like a naked catwalk model, her weight on one leg and her hip thrust out. Her gaze turned icy and defiant. It was an expression Edge had never seen on her face before.

  “Edge, it will be special, for it’s own reasons,” she said. “I don’t love you, but I love that you’re willing to help me, and I’ve been everyone’s good obedient girl for long enough. Now fuck me, damn it!”

  Clarissa leaned over the lip of the desk and set the phone to record. She placed it carefully near a sheath of papers and files. When it was done, she looked over her shoulder and arched her eyebrows with an explicit invitation. Then she spread her legs and pressed herself flat against the desk with the recording phone angled to catch a wide view of the entire room.

  Nick Edge stepped up behind Clarissa. He had the thick base of his shaft in one hand. He guided the swollen head of his cock against Clarissa’s wet pussy lips and held it there for a long moment. Clarissa screwed her eyes shut to focus her mind and body on the sensations of being fucked for the first time. She clenched her hands into tiny claws and gripped the side of the desk.

  “Are you ready?” Edge still sounded unsure.

  “Very,” Clarissa said clearly. “Now please. Fuck me.”

  Edge let out a long last breath and then gently thrust forward with his hips. He felt the first inch of his cock slide inside Clarissa’s pussy and then a rush of warm clenching sensations as her body gripped and adjusted to the thickness of him. He was going slowly – careful but also teasing. Clarissa let out a deep throaty moan of satisfaction.

  Edge thrust again, this time driving his cock deeper between Clarissa’s legs. She began to pant in short shallow gasps. Edge’s cock felt enormous, stretching and filling her in a way she could never have anticipated. With the rush of sexual sensations came a deeper emotion that only another woman would understand. It was a sense of solemn completion; profound and deeply meaningful, like a sacred rite into womanhood.

  Edge thrust one last time and the full length of him slid inside Clarissa’s pussy. She cried out in pain and joy, then lifted herself off the surface of the desk so that her breasts swung free and her arms supported her weight. Her eyes were tightly closed, but her mouth hung open, shaped in the perfect ‘O’ of a throaty moan. Edge didn’t move. He held himself very still; tensed and hard as a length of steel. Clarissa’s body was tight as a clenched fist around his shaft, and he could feel every minute spasm and grip of her as she adjusted and responded.

  It grew eerily quiet in the room. There was just the sound of Clarissa’s ragged, frantic gasps. Her nipples were hard, and the sensitive nub of her clit was throbbing. Edge withdrew himself slowly and then thrust inside her again. Clarissa’s eyes flew wide and her body rocked. She hung her head and groaned; the sound drawn from somewhere deep inside of her.

  “Oh, God!” she cried out, and used one hand to massage her breasts. She was balanced precariously, all her weight on one arm. Edge gripped at her hips to hold her against the edge of the desk. Clarissa collapsed flat against the desktop again and slithered a hand beneath her body to reach desperately between her legs. She found her clit and began to massage it with light deft touches. Her fingers seemed to spread the force of the sensations from within her pussy, like a shock wave radiating out from the point of impact. Soon her entire body was in the grips of an intense voluptuous spasm.

  Edge drifted into a slow fucking rhythm, each thrust of his cock driving and filling Clarissa; seeming to touch the very core of her being. He was perfectly controlled – his own lust on a tightly held leash. The time for his orgasm would come, but it was not now. This moment was for Clarissa, and he measured himself – experienced and skillful – until he sensed Clarissa tense in the tight embrace of an orgasm.

  She gasped and groaned. She bit her lip and closed her eyes. Edge’s cock pulsed and swelled within her. Clarissa lifted herself up onto her elbows, so that just her hard nipples grazed the desktop. Now the initial awe of being filled by a hard cock had passed, the discomfort had become overwhelmed by entirely erotic sensations and she was desperate to experience every one of them. Her body rocked to each new lunge of Edge’s cock. Her hair swished and swayed across her shoulders. Edge’s fingers clamped into the firm flesh of her hips were like a vice, pinning her in place so that she felt the thrill of helpless surrender.

  The tempo of each new thrust was carefully managed. Clarissa began to push herself back to meet him, and their bodies slapped together. Clarissa laced her fingers together and frowned with fresh concentration. A fire seemed to be building within her, sparked by the relentless thrusting friction of Edge’s cock. She gasped and whimpered, then pressed her lips together to stifle a guttural cry of sudden pleasure. Edge let go of her hips and gathered her long hair in his hands, pulling on it to lift her head. Clarissa clenched her teeth and bucked her hips.

  “Harder,” she whispered. “And faster.”

  Edge grabbed at her shoulders to arch her back. Clarissa’s whole body began to jolt with the fresh intensity of Edge’s thrusts. He had let his own passion off its leash at last. He growled and buried himself all the way inside her.

  Clarissa felt her orgasm come from far, far away. It had always been there, ethereal and without form, but now it came roaring and rushing over her like a fierce gale. It tore through her body like a tornado, spinning out from the apex of her pussy and shredding every sense and muscle that stood in its way. She began to thrash against Edge’s cock and then her legs lost the power to support her. She clung to the sides of the desk and pressed her cheek to the timber. A great cry of release was torn from her gasping throat and her whole body seemed to lift and then fall. She lost all sense of awareness. Black filled her mind, splintered by fragments of sound and bright shards of flashing light. The tempest of her orgasm dashed her against Edge’s rock hard cock and left her utterly broken and shattered with exhaustion.

  She went limp and panting. Edge was still inside her, his cock unrelenting. Clarissa hung over the desk and gave herself up willingly for his use. She was too broken to speak, too blissfully wrecked to deny him. And she didn’t want to. She wanted him – all of him – and she wanted it to be as wondrous for him as it had been for her.

  The slapping sound of each crash of his body against the cheeks of her ass became like slow applause. Clarissa clenched her muscles to grip him and braced herself. Her nipples were aching and abraded by the constant rub of the desk. She flattened herself again and reached a hand back to grasp at Edge’s thigh.

  The telltale signs of his orgasm were the same as when he had used her mouth, though dulled now that he was deep within her. Clarissa felt the same kind of hardening of his cock, and a sense that he was thickening. She heard his breathing become hoa
rse and strident, and then felt the demanding pressure of his hands, racked with tension, tighten on her body.

  “Cum inside me!” Clarissa pleaded. “I want to feel you.”

  Edge hissed one last ragged breath and then felt his cock triggered to orgasm. He came hard; his body seizing rigid as his seed was torn from him, filling Clarissa’s pussy. The muscles in his chest and shoulders strained, and he clenched his jaw. The breath seemed wrenched from him in a single explosive exhalation that left his lungs starved for air. He gasped, and then pinwheels of dazzling light filled his vision. They faded slowly, and it was like waking from a brief and beautiful dream.

  Edge stepped away from the desk and leaned against the nearest wall for support. Clarissa turned her head and glanced at him from over her shoulder. She was still bent over the desk.

  “Thank you,” she whispered. “That was everything I could ever have hoped and dreamed for.”

  “What do we do now?” Clarissa asked, gnawing fretfully on her lip. She and Edge were dressed again, sitting at the desk. It was very late. On the phone, Clarissa replayed the scene they had recorded. It was graphic. Every one of Clarissa’s facial expressions told the erotic emotion of the moment, while in the background, Edge’s face was easily recognizable. It was exactly the kind of damning evidence that Congressman Jansing had been clamoring for.

  Clarissa shut the phone off and set it down on the desk, then looked up into Edge’s steely eyes.

  “We use this video as a bargaining chip,” Edge said, and then slowly and carefully he laid out an audacious plan. Clarissa listened with rising incredulity, becoming more troubled with each fresh risk that Edge revealed. Finally he fell silent with a heavy sigh of doubt.

  “There’s just one problem,” he admitted the flaw to his scheme. “We need to make sure the Congressman never gets his hands on this phone… and we need to find a way to steal the phone that holds the incriminating photos of you. Otherwise, we’re back to square one – between a rock and a hard place.”