Master Class

by Carr, Cassandra

  “A good approach.”

  They exchanged a quick, somewhat squicky hug, and both made faces. “I’m glad they have a shower in here. Going all the way back through the club covered in not only olive oil, but likely wax too, doesn’t sound comfortable.”

  Callie grinned. “It isn’t especially comfortable. Of course, Jack doesn’t usually let me use olive oil. This will be an interesting experience.”

  “Callie,” Jack called from the other room, “are we going to have to come in there and drag you two out? I doubt your respective asses would be fond of that.”

  Lisette had to clamp a hand over her mouth when Callie turned away from Jack and stuck her tongue out.

  “He can’t see me,” Callie told her with a wicked grin. “But we’d better behave. Jack promised me some time with his new vampire gloves later when we get home, and I can’t decide if I’m nervous or excited as hell about that.”

  “Never tried those…”

  They stepped out of the bathroom, and the guys helped them climb onto the bondage tables, where they settled their arms down at their sides so they wouldn’t feel quite so vulnerable. Lisette was once again struck by how thoughtful the guys were and how this scene was such a difference from her past experience with Master Taz. That difference was further echoed a moment later when Jack spoke.

  “Since Ryan is new to this, we’re going to keep things pretty basic.”

  He grabbed two towels and handed one to Ryan, who pushed Lisette’s hair out of the way and put the towel almost like a scarf around her neck.

  “The towel will prevent us from going any higher than your shoulders,” Jack continued, glancing over at her bondage table and quickly nodding as if he approved of what he saw so far. “We’re going to restrain your legs spread apart and at a perpendicular angle to your body. That serves two purposes; one, to limit the playing surface, as it were, and two, to keep you open for our pleasure after we cover both of your gorgeous bodies in wax.”

  He grinned, and though Lisette didn’t know the man extremely well, it seemed like an expression he didn’t throw out there lightly. She felt a little fissure of joy that her idea had made him happy, at least. Hopefully Ryan would enjoy himself as well.

  Ryan finished with the restraints, with the exception of the contraption for her legs, and then watched carefully while Jack trussed up Callie before jumping in to bring Lisette’s own legs into the air. As they were separated and made to point toward the ceiling, she felt a rush of cool air on her pussy and shuddered. Somewhere down by the foot of the table, she heard Ryan chuckle. She couldn’t move her head down much because of the strap around her forehead and could only move side to side with limited motion, but that was okay. Ryan came around and slid his hand into her hair at her nape.

  “Ready?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He smiled and gave her a quick, possessive kiss. “That’s what I wanted to hear. Let’s have some fun.”

  It seemed the playful mood was infectious, and as Jack and Ryan turned away, she was able to turn her head enough to wink at Callie, who suppressed a giggle with obvious difficulty. When the guys turned back, each had a candle in his hand.

  No turning back now.

  Lisette wasn’t worried about the wax play, per se. She fully trusted Ryan wouldn’t put her in a dangerous situation if he could prevent it, which was why he’d asked Jack to do the scene together. But anytime she tried something new in this world it was like a shiny, fun adventure—at least until she knew whether or not she liked it. She’d tried several things she hadn’t enjoyed and had used her safe word to end scenes more than once, especially with Master Taz, who seemed to pride himself on pushing her to use it. While she was aware that was something all Doms did to a certain extent, he’d gone too far one too many times.

  She heard a quick hiss of breath from Callie and soon found herself echoing it as a blazing hot line seemed to bisect her from collarbone to below her navel. The burn quickly faded, though, to something warmer, more intimate. That feeling went straight to her pussy, and she had to stifle a moan. Ryan came into her field of vision.

  “Color?”

  “Green, sir. Very, very green so far.”

  He smirked. “We’ll proceed, then.”

  “Please do, sir.”

  Then she felt a line of wax going from side to side just over her navel. This one also started out quite hot but then blended in with the other to create an interesting mix of sensations, an edgy pleasure-pain much like she felt during anal play. Lisette was pretty sure she could become addicted to this.

  She’d quickly figured out that Ryan was watching where Jack was placing the wax on Callie and then following suit on her, and when he dropped wax directly on both nipples, Lisette hissed, her teeth clenching.

  “Color?”

  “Green, sir.”

  Jack and Callie weren’t communicating much verbally, but Lisette knew when two people had been together as long as the two of them had been, they didn’t always need words. She wanted that someday, and maybe Ryan would be the man she could have it with. Lisette looked at him as best she could in her bonds. The expression on his face, a combination of natural confidence in his ability to dominate, along with absolute attention to what Jack was doing, made her pussy clench. She bit her lip.

  He turned back and reached up to pull her lip out of her teeth. “None of that. I want to hear you.”

  “Yes, sir.” She sent him an encouraging smile, and he turned back to watch his mentor once more. Out of her peripheral vision, she could see Jack seemed to be changing to another type of candle, and Lisette was curious about how different this one would feel. She didn’t have to wait long as the wax soon outlined each of her breasts. Her back arched, but she was able to calm her reaction and return to lie flat on the table. This candle was noticeably hotter, and her breath caught briefly while she processed the pain and it morphed. Ryan concentrated fully on her, obviously studying her expression.

  “Color?”

  “Still green, sir.”

  “Did that wax feel different?”

  “Yes, sir. Hotter. But I saw you change candles, so I expected something different, and it was okay.”

  He leaned down and whispered in her ear, his voice deep and with a noticeable rasp. “Maybe we’ll have to blindfold you next time so you can’t peek.” Ryan bit down on her earlobe and then released it, continuing. “You have no idea how awesomely sexy you look right now. I can’t wait to fuck you.”

  She looked at him. “Is awesomely even a word, Mr. College Professor?”

  He reached down and landed a hard spank on the side of her thigh. “It is if I say it is.”

  “Ow. Yes, sir.”

  Straightening, he turned his attention to Jack once more, and when he came back, he had two candles, one in each hand.

  “Close your eyes, girl. Feel everything.”

  Obediently she forced her eyes to close and almost immediately her torso felt like an inferno. She gasped.

  “Color, sub?” she heard Ryan say in a loud voice, obviously meant to clear through the haze.

  “Green,” she responded as she lay there, starting to pant.

  She sensed him come closer. “Open your eyes.” Seemingly satisfied by what he saw there, he moved away again. “Now close them again, girl.”

  A few moments later, more wax covered both breasts, and she couldn’t stop herself from arching up again. “Yellow, sir.”

  Ryan was immediately by her side, stroking down her cheek with his hand. Jack was right behind him. “Do we need to do anything? Are you hurting?”

  “No, sir. I think I’m just getting overloaded. Bombarded with sensation.” She couldn’t think of a better word, but her addled mind needed to use the brainpower available to her at the moment to process the myriad feelings. None could be spared for further accuracy.

  “Not a problem, girl,” Jack replied. “You can have a rest. I think we’re about through anyway.”

  Ryan glanc
ed down at her and grinned.

  “There’s not much more left to cover.”

  “I can feel that, sir.”

  “Do you like it?”

  She thought for a moment. “In a lot of ways, I loved it. I’d do it again.”

  “But?”

  “But maybe a little slower, more sensual.”

  “Ah,” Ryan replied, leaning down to trace his tongue along her jaw. When he reached her ear, he bit down, and she moaned. “Next time we’ll try slower, see if we can’t drive you a little more crazy.”

  He nudged her head to the side a little with his nose and then placed openmouthed kisses right below her ear before moving the towel slightly and biting down hard on her pulse point, then pulling the skin into his mouth for a hard suck. Vaguely, she wondered how many scarves she had, because that was surely going to leave a mark.

  From the noises coming from the next table, Jack and Callie were engaged similarly, but Lisette only had eyes for her man.

  My man?

  Chapter Seven

  Her heart skipped at least a couple of beats. Did she want him for her permanent Dom? Maybe for even more, something like Jack and Callie had? She frowned as she recalled the warning Callie had issued in the bathroom.

  “Hey, what’s that look for?”

  “Nothing,” she lied.

  He saw right through her, and even that made her breath seize in her chest. How did he read her so well?

  “Sub…”

  There was an easily discernible note of warning in his tone, but how could she tell him what was on her mind? Especially here, with Jack and Callie right by them.

  “Can you loosen the wrist restraints just a little bit? They’re pulling at my shoulders.”

  Ryan immediately loosened the one closest to him and then reached over her wax-covered body to get the other one. “Better?”

  “Much, yes.” Lisette sent him a watery smile, hoping he didn’t put too much stock in her facial expressions and just believed she was physically uncomfortable. She was uncomfortable, all right, but it didn’t have a damn thing to do with the wax. She needed time to ponder everything. That time wouldn’t come until later, however. Ryan leaned down again.

  “I’m going to fuck that hot, tight pussy now. It’s going to be hard and fast. You received your pleasure; now I’ll get mine.”

  With that he moved to the end of the table and she heard a zipper lower and then a condom packet opening. She could see in her peripheral vision that Jack was already at his sub’s feet, apparently pounding away into her. Callie was moaning, and he in turn was talking in low tones to her. Lisette couldn’t quite make out the words, but Jack appeared to be very much a dirty talker, and his sub was obviously enjoying it, judging from the noises she was making. Maybe he’d taught Ryan how to do that too.

  Lisette’s attention was seized by Ryan once more as he parted her swollen pussy lips and plunged a finger into her.

  “Soaking wet.”

  She wondered if he could hear Jack better and if he’d mirror any of the filthy sentiments leaving the other Dom’s mouth as he took his woman. She found herself hoping he did. It would be something to experience Ryan completely taking her over. Every time they’d done something like this previously, he’d been at her back and she’d been unable to see him, save for a few blowjobs, when she’d been able to see his face. Now if she craned her neck and looked down her body, she could see him from his shoulders up as he appeared through the V of her legs.

  Without fanfare, he pushed his hard cock as deep into her pussy as possible, bumping her cervix. He growled, and she felt her pussy gush juices around him.

  “Fuck, yes.”

  “Take me, sir.”

  “I’ll do whatever I want, sub. And right now, I’m gonna fuck you hard.”

  With that, he grabbed hold of her thighs and began to pump in and out with long, measured strokes, each time hitting her cervix again. Normally that might’ve hurt, but she found herself waiting for it to happen each time so she could feel the resulting slight pain. It mixed with the sensation of the cooling wax on her torso into a kind of edgy pleasure, and she rode it.

  She was slipping into subspace and finally felt safe enough to really let go. Her head lolled a little as Ryan used her body to slake his own lust, and after a couple of minutes he grabbed her clit in two fingers, and she cried out. Ryan rubbed her without mercy.

  “Come for me.”

  Her body reacted, almost completely apart from what small part of her conscious mind still functioned, and she arched off the table, screaming her release. He soon followed with a loud series of grunts, fucking into her so hard he was moving her on the table despite the restraints. Finally she opened her eyes to see him pushing her hair back. He placed a soft kiss on her lips.

  “I know I keep saying this”—she frowned when the words didn’t come out entirely clearly—“but wow.”

  Ryan chuckled. “You okay?”

  From somewhere to the side she heard Jack say, “Subspace. That’s why she sounds drunk. Let’s get the wax off and get the girls into the shower. Callie will go first and give you guys a few minutes to get her down. Deep subspace and water don’t mix.”

  Ryan nodded and went about letting her out of her restraints as Jack did the same with his submissive. A few moments later Lisette saw Jack pick up Callie and carry her into the bathroom.

  “Wow.”

  A grin of supreme male satisfaction stole onto Ryan’s face. “Rocked your world, girl?”

  “Yeah.” As her head cleared, proper submissive protocol began to return. “Yes, sir.”

  “As soon as Callie and Jack are done, we’ll get you cleaned up, okay?”

  “Okay, sir.”

  He leaned down and placed a tender kiss to her forehead. “What’s the wrinkly brow for?”

  “Nothing specific, sir. Just a lot going on.”

  The lie slid out easily. In truth, the combination of sexiness, dominance, and tenderness Ryan was showing her could very well be her undoing. She’d never done such hot scenes with anyone—at least, not time after time. And he dominated her so easily. Considering his experience versus hers, she’d expected to have to guide him more. Then there were the little kisses, the touches. Lisette stifled a groan. She had no defenses for this, especially right after a scene.

  Lisette sighed, but Ryan didn’t seem to notice. He was occupied in checking out some of the other stuff in the room. She needed to get a grip. This was just the aftereffects of subspace.

  Ryan held up an item. “Do you know what this is?”

  She barked out a laugh. “It’s a harness for a strap-on.” He went stock-still, and she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing at him.

  “Oh.”

  Lisette pushed up onto her side and watched as Ryan turned the contraption from side to side as if it held the meaning of life.

  “Bring it here.” She motioned him over before sitting up and taking the harness away from him. Shaking it out, she put everything in the correct place and then handed it back. “The dildo goes there.” She pointed out the hole in the front, and he nodded wordlessly.

  “Learn something new every day,” he muttered as he returned the item to the large bureau in the corner.

  “That’s kind of the point of all this, isn’t it? For you to learn new things?” The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them, and she felt her face flame. Ducking her head, she stared at her own bare feet.

  Ryan made it to her in a few long strides and pulled her chin up. “Is that all you think this is?”

  She shrugged, not willing to admit to the turmoil currently dancing the cha-cha inside her gut. “I know you want to learn about the lifestyle, sir.”

  “I could do that with any willing submissive,” he pointed out, and she made a face to herself. “I choose to experience things with you.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “Don’t thank me. That makes it seem like I’m taking pity on you o
r something, and nothing could be farther from the truth.”

  He pulled her to the edge of the table and pushed his hips between her thighs, opening her once more. One hand went to the back of her neck and squeezed. Not enough to hurt but enough to command her attention and bring a few more endorphins out to play. Ryan’s other hand went around her waist, right above her ass. He fit his groin to hers and then kissed her.

  There was nothing pity-like in the way he ate at her lips before pulling her tongue into his mouth. She tried to moan, but with him sucking on her tongue so hard, the sound came out garbled. It didn’t seem to faze him, though, as he pushed even closer and used the arm near her waist to position her leg around his torso. Ryan was grinding into her, and the rough denim of his jeans began to rub against her clit. Lisette moaned again. He had the ability, with a mere few touches, to completely undo her. The realization scared the hell out of her.

  Luckily Jack and Callie exited the bathroom then. “Hey, man, get a room,” the other Dominant called out, and with a little forced laugh Lisette pulled away from Ryan enough to have a sliver of a chance of getting her brain synapses firing again. It wouldn’t do to get obsessed with Ryan or fall in love with him. Callie was right; he’d been through a lot, and she’d be damned if she put him back together just so some other sub could reap the benefits.

  The men exchanged a few more words before Jack led Callie out of the room. Ryan turned to her.

  “Ready?”

  “I can do it myself. Really. It’s just a little wax.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “Are you refusing to let me do aftercare?”

  “No no. Of course not,” she hurried to reassure him. “I just…” Glancing up, her breath caught at the look in his eye. It made her want to drop to her knees and fulfill his every desire. Dangerous, that.

  Ryan helped her into the bathroom, and she showered as quickly as possible while he watched her. When she finished, he handed her a towel and kept up his vigilance while she dried herself off. Lisette was starting to feel more than a little self-conscious.

  “Sir?”

  “Yes?”