by Jinx Jamison
“Oh not much. I just stormed out of class, ditched my handler and now I’ve infiltrated a class that I definitely didn’t sign up for. Master Q is going to go crazy when he finds me.”
Melanie choked. “Master Q? Your handler is Master Q? Oh my god.”
“What? You know who he is?” Sarah sighed. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know why he was so famous here. Just like she didn’t want to know anything about his obvious history with Mistress Rain.
“Um, yeah.” Her tone made it obvious that that was an understatement. “He’s one of the founding teachers of the school and he invented most of the punishments that the school uses.”
Sarah gulped. “I guess I better have fun before he finds me then.”
CHAPTER X
JACKSON STALKED DOWN THE hall, ignoring the speculative glances he received as he neared his destination. He was one of the only people in the school who ever approached this door so it was natural for people to be curious. He knew they all assumed he was servicing the Madame in more ways than one.
They were right so he really didn’t give a fuck.
“Madame? Madame, are you here?” He pushed the door to her office open after only the briefest knock. There was really no scenario he hadn’t seen her in so it was merely a courtesy. He’d interrupted her in the middle of everything from touching her pussy at her desk to sucking another man’s cock. Nothing would surprise him at this point.
“I’m in the back, Jackson.” Her voice floated from the open door leading to her private quarters. He turned and closed her office door behind him, making sure to lock it as well. If she was doing what he thought she was, they didn’t need any interruptions.
As soon as he crossed the threshold of her room he smelled the soft lavender fragrance she favored in her bathwater. “Were you expecting someone, Madame? I’d hate to interrupt.” It killed him to speak so casually but it was necessary. If she ever knew how deep his feelings were he’d be on the front doorstep holding a severance check before he could blink. Madame X did many things well but relationships weren’t one of them.
“I am expecting someone. He just arrived. Although, you’re a little early.” Sitting on the bed with her dark curls tumbling over her shoulders, she was a vision. Sensuality and elegance incarnate. When she turned and looked at him, he realized she was completely nude.
He sucked in a hard breath as his cock instantly filled, amazed at how quickly he responded to her. It was foolish to have feelings for her but his dick had a mind of its own in this regard. What was supposed to be a temporary gig as a bodyguard five years ago had turned into a permanent, live-in position because he just couldn’t bear to leave. It was hard to believe it had been that long but he could never forget the date because he’d met her on his thirtieth birthday.
Five years ago to the day.
“Actually, I came because one of our students is missing. Sarah Caldwell.”
She grinned and shook her head. “Are you really surprised? We knew that one would be trouble. Master Q has finally met his match.” She walked over to him, her hips swaying slightly with her graceful movements. When she stopped directly in front of him, the tips of her breasts brushed against the front of his shirt. He clenched his hands into fists to keep from grabbing her.
“How do you want to handle it?” He asked. “Should I organize a search party or something…” He trailed off with a groan when her hands snaked down to grip his cock through the front of his slacks.
“I think we can trust Master Q to handle this situation. We have business of a different sort to attend to.” She dropped to her knees and pulled his zipper down with her teeth.
He cursed himself for his lack of willpower as she pulled his cock out and sucked the tip. After licking around the head, she took his length all the way to the back of her throat.
“Madame, you seem particularly enthusiastic today.” His head fell back as he absorbed the full impact of her on her knees before him.
She enjoyed being the dominant one most of the time and had a large collection of restraints she liked to use on him. It was a rare pleasure to see her on her knees servicing him, so he relished the image of her pulling his cock through her lips like it was a lollipop. She tongued the tiny hole at the tip a few times, the sensation so intense he lost his breath.
“Well, there were several things I could have given you for your birthday but only one thing I knew you didn’t already have.” She relinquished her hold on his cock and stood. She walked over to the nightstand next to her bed and pulled open the top drawer. When she turned around she held a gleaming pair of handcuffs and a wooden paddle.
“I know you’ve been holding out on me, Jackson. You play the submissive because you know I enjoy it so much. But one switch recognizes another. So, tonight we’re changing places.”
She turned and put both of her hands behind her back. “Have your way with me, sir.” Her eyes were soft, almost vulnerable as she whispered it. “Have me every way possible.”
MUSIC, SOFT AND LOW, thrummed from the speakers in the corner. As soothing as it was, it couldn’t calm Sarah’s nerves. She watched in fascination as the two men she was starting to think of as “The Dirty Darcys” demonstrated ménage foreplay.
“Ladies, watch carefully. Melanie here won’t be in any pain unless we want her to be.” Carter held Melanie gently, caressing her hair as she panted uncontrollably. They’d spent the first ten minutes watching a recorded lecture about the importance of safety and communication between partners. She’d been shocked at how seriously they took the subject. They emphasized the importance of all the partners in a ménage scenario doing it for the right reasons so that everyone was satisfied at the end. It was easy to see why their seminar was so popular. Most of the girls in the class already wore dreamy expressions like they were halfway in love with the instructors already.
“Partners in any scene should want to please each other.” Carter smoothed a hand down Melanie’s skin until he reached her breasts. He pinched her nipple and she whimpered. “But when you’re with two partners, it can be overwhelming to know how to please them both.”
Gabe moved closer then and skimmed his hands over Melanie’s thighs. She jumped at the touch but calmed when he didn’t touch her anywhere else, just kept up his soothing caress on her legs. “For the first week, we’ll be focusing on the two men and one woman ménage scenario simply because they require a little more finesse. For example, Melanie here would need preparation and a lot of foreplay to take the both of us at once. Guys are a little easier.”
A soft titter of laughter went through the group. “Or a little harder,” someone said. There was another rush of laughter. Carter grinned, obviously comfortable in front of the group. Gabe just grunted his approval.
“First things first, we want her comfortable. Skills learned in Erotic Massage come in very handy here. Observe how Gabe’s touching her.”
There was a collective intake of breath as they all gathered closer, some standing on tiptoe to watch as Gabe ran his hands over Melanie’s legs, skimming up to the top of her thighs with each pass.
Sarah was amazed at how comfortable Melanie seemed. There wasn’t a trace of shyness in the other girl’s body apparently. She was completely absorbed in the sensations as she leaned back into Carter’s arms, her head resting on his shoulder as he supported her weight. They were on a raised dais so it was easy to watch them but with the lights in the room dimmed, it was like they were in their own little world. It was shamelessly intimate, like spying on someone in their bedroom.
“The two men who are honored enough to be with you should take the time to worship your body. No part of you should be untouched, unexplored before the actual sex begins.” Carter’s voice was low and intimate as he spoke against the curve of Melanie’s shoulder.
“No part of you is too small for his attention.” He dotted gentle kisses all the way up to her ear before taking her earlobe between his teeth. She cried out and he soothed her with gentle
laps of his tongue.
Gabe spoke up then, his gravelly voice a marked contrast to Carter’s. “The two of us work well together because we provide balance. Gentle and rough. Pleasure…” he leaned forward and took the tip of Melanie’s breast in his mouth and sucked hard “and pain.”
Melanie’s mouth fell open. “Please, please, please…”
Carter grinned against her neck. “Pay attention class, this is one of the clear signs that we’re ready to move on to the first phase of penetration.” He leaned back against the mound of pillows behind him, pulling Melanie so she was sprawled with her legs wide open.
Gabe moved into the space between her legs before she could close them. His hands resumed their steady motion up and down her thighs but now he brushed against her mound each time. She let out a soft sigh and lifted her hips into his touch each time. “Watch how she responds to me. This is how a woman should be before penetration, wet and eager,” Gabe growled.
Sarah felt lightheaded just watching the threesome. God, it looked so intimate the way Carter held Melanie open like a gift for Gabe. They weren’t treating her like she was just something they were using to get off. All their actions were for her pleasure, to make her more comfortable, to get her aroused. It was all focused on her instead of being two guys selfishly trying to take what they could get the way she’d expected.
“Did you want to join us, Sarah?” Carter asked softly.
Sarah jerked back, startled to see that she’d been so engrossed in watching them that she’d actually walked all the way up to the dais. Close enough to see the intense look in Gabe’s eyes as he leaned forward and gently pushed his thumb into Melanie’s pussy.
Her friend came instantly, shuddering in Carter’s arms. Gabe pressed his thumb deeper while his other hand came up to flick her clit rhythmically. The sight of his wet thumb pushing in and out of her clenching slit was the most erotic thing Sarah had ever seen.
“No, sir. I was just…” She gulped, not sure what to say. Like everyone else in the room she was afraid to move, breathe or think too loudly. No one wanted to break the atmosphere. They were all poised on the edge of the cliff, waiting to see what they would do next. Where they would touch next.
“It’s perfectly fine. That’s why we’re here. To help you all understand the psychology and emotions behind ménage. After all, everyone knows what goes on in the bedroom. But it’s more important to understand why.” Carter kissed the side of Melanie’s temple, whispering to her soothingly as she came down from her orgasm.
“Excellent work, class. Tomorrow we’ll start on oral techniques for ménage. We’ll need another volunteer.” He looked directly at Sarah when he said it. She blinked and looked down at her feet, so aroused she was afraid to even look him in the eye for fear she might say yes and throw herself into his arms right then.
“Hmmn, interesting. You seem to have a way about you despite the innocent act.”
Sarah whirled around. Veronica stood directly behind her. She had to tamp down the instinctive spurt of jealously. Her standard white shirt was unbuttoned to show off her generous cleavage and the black skirt that came to just above Sarah’s knees was hiked up several inches to show off Veronica’s long tanned legs. The other girl did not have a perfect body but was completely comfortable in her skin.
“What are you talking about?” Sarah crossed her arms over her own modest cleavage.
“You have a certain vulnerability that seems to bring out the protective instincts in men. You could use that to your advantage but you don’t. I just figured out that you aren’t playing coy. You really don’t know how to seduce. Which is … interesting.”
“Um, okay? Is that a bad thing?” Sarah wasn’t sure if the girl was making fun of her or trying to help her. It was hard to figure Veronica out. She had the same look as the popular girls back in high school who’d teased her mercilessly. It probably wasn’t fair to hold that against her though.
Veronica pursed her lips. “No, it’s just that I can’t imagine not using sex to get what you want. Especially when you seem to have Master Q wrapped around your finger so easily.”
Sarah grimaced. “Trust me, I’m not his favorite person right now. I’m actually in major trouble. He doesn’t even know I’m here.” The thought made her slightly ashamed. She’d only been thinking about herself when she stormed out but Master Q was probably worried.
Veronica’s eyes lit up. “Trouble is my specialty. I’m always in The Principal’s Office.” The glee in her voice was infectious.
“So, you actually like getting all those spankings? I’m not sure I really want someone else having control over me like that.”
Veronica smirked. “I’m the one with all the control. I only get sent there when I want to be. Nothing pushes Dom over the edge like seeing me bent over and restrained. If you’re going to be in trouble anyway, you should use it to your advantage.”
An image of herself, bound and bent over waiting for Master Q to take her flashed through her mind. Her nipples hardened and pressed against the fabric of her plain cotton bra. Dom had mentioned that she should sign up for some of his classes. She’d been sure Domination and Submission wasn’t her thing but she was finding out that everything she thought she didn’t like was actually kind of … hot.
“If I go to The Principal’s Office on my own, then Master Q can’t send me there. It’s like I’m taking away his worst punishment and making it my own?” she mused.
Veronica grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the door. “I knew there was a reason I liked you. Come on, I’m sure they’re already looking for you. We might as well give them something worth finding.”
CHAPTER XI
THE PHONE IN DOM'S hand chirped and he looked down at it. “Got her. Shit, you’re not going to like this.”
Quinn sighed. “Just tell me. As long as she’s okay how bad can it be. She’s too inhibited to get into any real trouble.”
“I don’t know about that. Apparently there were some openings in the Ménage seminar. Veronica said she saw Sarah go in there.”
Quinn turned in the direction of the staircase. He’d probably never climbed a set of stairs so fast in his life. He could hear Dom right behind him, probably taking the stairs two at a time to keep up with him.
“Calm down, she just said she went in there. It doesn’t mean she’s actually participating. They probably haven’t even started yet.” Dom reasoned.
“Fuck that. She’s not used to this kind of thing. She can barely say the word cock out loud without blushing. Now she’s in there with Bad and Worse who’ll probably take the first opportunity they can to get her clothes off. So there’s no way I’m going to fucking calm down!”
He skidded to a stop outside the Ménage suite of rooms. He could hear the hubbub of voices on the other side of the door. “Are you coming with me?”
Dom looked at him, surprised. “You want me to?”
Quinn paused, his chest heaving with the force of his breaths. He couldn’t just go in there, guns blazing. He had to have at least some semblance of a plan. He’d handled the situation this morning badly, he was man enough to admit it. Just because he was pissed Sarah was still mooning over her numbnuts fiancé was no excuse for him to be an ass to her. She didn’t deserve that. This was her chance to come out of her shell and discover her sexuality and he wanted that for her.
He would just prefer it to be with him.
“Yes, I need you to do me a favor. And you’re probably not going to like it.”
Dom turned to him with a wary expression. “Q, you know I love you like a brother. But don’t ask me to do this. Not again.”
“We’re not going to actually do anything. I really don’t think she knows what she’s in for but if she has to be in a ménage scenario, I’d rather it was with us than them.”
He pushed the door open, then stopped when he saw that only a few students were still milling around. “Fuck! They’re already gone.”
Dom’s phone beeped. H
e scanned it and furrowed his brow as he read. “Weird. Veronica says I should bring you with me to class. She has a surprise for you.”
Quinn almost wanted to smile at the girl’s cheeky disregard for Dom’s authority. Despite the fact that he knew Dom was headed for disappointment, he couldn’t help but like Veronica. She was actually a perfect match for his friend. Dom got off on dominating and punishing her, Veronica got off on defying him and being punished. It would have been the perfect setup if Dom wasn’t in love. Veronica was all about having fun. He couldn’t see her morphing into some suburban housewife anytime soon, no matter what Dom was hoping for.
“Sorry for the delay but I just have to cancel this next class,” Dom said. “There’s only three students this time and Veronica is one of them, of course so it’s not a huge deal. This shouldn’t take long.” They walked in silence down the steps to the lower level and passed through the doorway leading into Dominic’s domain.
Dom stopped short all of a sudden and Quinn nearly crashed into his back. “What the hell?” Quinn looked around his friend and stopped at the sight before him.
It wasn’t that different from what he’d see in the dungeon on any other day. Tables. Racks. Four students bound and strapped, waiting for punishment.
The only thing different was Sarah strapped to the table in the middle, legs spread, arms and legs bound.
Fuck.
At least he knew where she’d been all day. She must have gone to Madame X and requested a change of schedule. As much as he’d like to be pissed, Madame X had warned him that her first responsibility was to her student. If Sarah wanted to take this class, there was nothing he could do to stop her. Short of flinging her over his shoulder and carrying her off like a barbarian.
Which was starting to sound like a pretty good plan.
“Looks like you have another addition to your class roster,” he joked. The lighthearted tone he was trying for didn’t happen. He sounded nearly as pissed off as he felt.