The Master Class

by Louisa Bacio

  So little from her felt so amazing.

  “When are you going to let me fuck you?” he asked, pushing her to the limits. He knew he’d pay for that remark, but he wasn’t ready to acquiesce control. He may never be ready.

  “Tsk, tsk. Tonight’s not going to be the night again, huh? It’s such a shame. Maybe I should bring in our Clarissa, and you can watch us make love.”

  “Someday, Ms. Lucy. Someday, I’ll have my cock in you and you’ll scream my name.” But if she offered the chance, he might not even take it. He talked big, but she intimidated him and pushed hard.

  “So you promise, but you haven’t delivered. Yet.” She scraped her nails up the side of his stomach, over his chest, only to linger on his nipple. With a twist, she pinched, sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through his entire body.

  Hips thrusting, he pushed his cock between her thighs, hoping for a bit more friction. So what if she was dressed? He’d take his release any way he could get it.

  “Such a naughty boy.” Releasing his nipple, she slapped down his cock, only to have it bounce back up again.

  Boomerang.

  “Do it again,” he said through gritted teeth.

  “I’d much rather play with your pretty rosebud nipples,” she said, pinching one again. “In fact, maybe you need a reminder of the personal rights you gave up when you registered at this school.”

  “I only did it to be close to Clarissa.”

  Everything. He gave her, and SFSU, permission to do practically anything to him. His gut clenched, and his balls pulled tight against his body. He imagined what she wanted to do.

  “I know,” she said. “What would you say to a little nipple piercing? When you’re dressed, no one would know any difference. It’s only when you’re naked that it comes time to play with them.”

  The traditional family once again. He didn’t have any tattoos or piercings. It’s not that he agreed with the ultraconservative view that one shouldn’t “alter” his or her body, that it should stay the way that God intended, and gave that person. No way something like pierced ears would keep someone out of heaven. And there were days he questioned the teachings anyway. Don’t tell his nonna about that.

  Losing Clarissa and the uncertainty about the future pushed his limits and beliefs. Was he in control of his destiny or was someone or something else playing puppeteer with him?

  “The bummer thing,” Lucy continued to talk, “is that we won’t be able to play with your piercing for a while. It’ll need to heal for a few months first.”

  She leaned over and took his right nipple into her mouth, covering the entire areola in one pucker. She sucked and licked, and the sensations shot through his body. If only all this attention was happening a bit lower.

  The more attention she gave him, the more he was willing to agree to make her happy. He was starting to learn that if Ms. Lucy was happy that meant she was willing to do something to please him.

  A scrapping of her teeth over his sensitive nub brought him into clear focus.

  “How would you do it? Here?” Strapped to a wall? he thought but didn’t actually say.

  “Oh, I wouldn’t do it. We, of course, have someone on staff who’s a trained professional. I’d make sure he took extra good care of you.”

  He bet she would.

  “So what do you say?”

  “Does it matter if I say yes or no?” he asked. “Don’t you have that permission form to do whatever you like to me anyway?”

  “Why yes, I do,” Lucy said and then grinned. “But it makes it oh so much more pleasurable if you agree to it. I don’t believe in taking away free will, totally.”

  On that comment, she stepped out of his view, and by the sound of it, made a phone call.

  “Blaine, can you do me a favor and send Johnny over with his piercing kit? Yes, that’s right. While you’re at it, have Clarissa come too.”

  At the mention of his nipple getting pierced, he suddenly felt as if he could feel only that part of his body. In double, triple time. All his senses came alive. The cold air teased his flesh, making his nipples grow harder. Was there a limit he’d go to in order to win back Clarissa? Would undergoing this procedure somehow prove his devotion? His worth?

  Trembles shook his body, and he broke out in a sweat. He wasn’t used to the lack of control. It felt like when he worked out past his limit, pushing to the extreme and taxing his system. Except this time, Ms. Lucy catapulted past sexual rather than physical boundaries.

  “Hey, it’s all right,” she soothed, stroking his face. “Everything will be fine.”

  Words didn’t mean much in the face of what was to come. He couldn’t fool himself. It was going to hurt, and bad.

  The sound of the door opening and shutting roused Mario from his current state.

  Please let it be Clarissa. Please let it be…

  He raised his eyes in anticipation and took in a small man of he’d guess Indian descent. He barely reached Ms. Lucy’s shoulder, and probably stood about 5’6”. If he wasn’t a man, Mario would describe him as being “petite.” His features appeared more feminine, and he wore his dark hair longer, locks curling around his ears and almost reaching his shoulders.

  “Do you have a preference on which side you’d like to be pierced?” the man asked.

  No niceties. No introduction. Simply a “let’s get to it.” Despite being at full attention minutes before, his cock dropped, his erection faltering.

  “Tsk, tsk, we can’t have that, can we?” Ms. Lucy cupped his balls, gently massaging, and stroked up his cock. With each pass, the traitor lengthened. “Really, the discomfort will be minor and temporary, right, Johnny?”

  The other man raised an eyebrow and titled his head to the side, eyeing Mario. “It’s going to hurt like hell, but you’ll get past it. It’ll be best to move him to a more comfortable location. Do we have anyone around to distract him?”

  “She’s on her way,” Lucy said. “Now, if I unstrap you, you’re going to behave, right? No trying to bolt out of here?”

  “You have my word. I signed up to be part of this school, and I fought for my placement. You’re not going to chase me out now.” Despite the sick rolling of his stomach, he grinned. “You’re not winning this battle so easily.”

  The piercer chuckled at their interchange.

  Instantaneous relief hit his arms when Lucy released the straps. He rolled his shoulders and twisted his head to one side and then the other. Despite the sexual thrill, he wasn’t cut out to be bound and gagged. Now, being on the opposite side of those ropes might be a bit more enticing. He fantasized about getting the upper hand on Ms. Lucy, and sharing her with Clarissa. Would his former fiancée like that bit of reverse role-play? From all that he knew about her, he bet she would. She may come off demure and sweet, but she possessed a wicked, wild side.

  Before moving over to the padded tabled, he bent at the waist and stretched out some more. As he turned, he caught Johnny checking out his ass. Look at him. While he may not be comfortable with some things, Mario never thought twice about being nude in front of people he’d just met. Well, didn’t actually meet at all, more accurately. Maybe it was from all those years of changing in the school locker room or the gym.

  If the dude wanted to admire him, more power to him. He flexed a muscle or two, feeling the power of attraction.

  “Nice show you’re putting on there.” Clarissa startled him as she stepped into the playroom. He was so focused on everything else happening, he hadn’t heard her come in.

  “All for you, babe.”

  Without a reply, she turned to Lucy and placed a kiss on the other woman’s lips. “Did you need me for something?”

  “I’m sure you have plenty of experience sucking your ex’s cock?” Lucy asked.

  A bright blush spread across Clarissa’s cheeks, and Mario felt the heat on his face too. Still, said cock rose back to full attention.

  “Yes, ma’am. We played around with that a bit.” She looked e
verywhere in the room, it seemed, but at him.

  “He’s volunteered to have his nipple pierced, and I’d like you to act as a distraction for him. Think you can handle it?”

  How the hell is she going to suck me off if she can’t stand to look at me?

  Chapter Nine

  Imagine being ordered to please an ex in front of a new lover. An ex she was very much still attracted to.

  In love with, a voice in her head filled in. Yes, in love with. What wasn’t there to love about Mario? His body called to her. She’d suck him. She’d ride him. She’d do whatever was necessary. The problem was the persistent guilt.

  Being with Lucy hurt Mario, and being with Mario hurt Lucy. With the permission of both, though, she was free to do what she pleased.

  “Good to see you again,” Johnny said and placed a kiss on her cheek. “Sam sends his best.”

  “How’s the application for citizenship coming?” she asked. Johnny had originally come to San Francisco Sex University and California on a student visa. Once he’d finished the program, he was supposed to return to India. Unfortunately, the climate there was still not too safe for gays. With some of the new laws granting stays for same-sex couples, Johnny and his partner Sam were looking into how everything might change if they got married. Once Prop 8 had been overturned, they could now legally wed in California, and some other states were granting citizenship for members of same-sex partnerships from other countries.

  “It’s going,” he said. “The process is long. But Sam is so patient and helpful.”

  She rubbed the side of his arm. “Anything I can do to help, let me know. So, you’re doing the honors here? I thought you were doing hair?”

  At that moment, Ms. Lucy was strapping Mario onto the table for his own safety. “You’re a hairstylist? Why the fuck are you doing my piercing?”

  “Don’t be rude,” Clarissa said, making eye contact for the first time.

  “That’s all right,” Johnny said. “It’s his body. He has every right to question my credentials, and it’s smart to do. In addition to being a stylist, I have training as a cosmologist and certification for piercing. Ms. Lucy keeps me very busy, and I try to meet her needs too.”

  With that explanation, Johnny opened his case of instruments on a tray next to the bed. “Everything’s been sterilized,” he said. With an air of authority, he crossed the room to the sinks, soaped and rinsed his hands before putting on a pair of sterile gloves.

  Despite an outward appearance of calm, Mario’s muscles were pumped up from him being so tense. Clarissa laid her hand on his thigh, and he jumped. “That type of movement is going to get you hurt once he starts,” she said, running her hand up his leg. “Lighten up.”

  “I thought that’s what you were here for, hon. To make me feel better.”

  “Don’t be cocky,” she said. Her insides did an equal jump with his directness. Oh, how she’d liked it when he’d taken charge. It was one of the reasons she knew she’d fit in at the school.

  The aforementioned cock did a bounce of its own when she glanced at it. He still had the beauty mark at the side of its head. As if it would have disappeared. He used to like it when she licked it. She leaned over, taking the tip in her mouth and flicking her tongue against the dark spot.

  Mario hissed in a breath. “Oh, baby, how I’ve missed you.”

  He still did.

  “Are we ready to proceed?” Johnny asked. He held up a metal clamp, and Clarissa’s stomach dropped. She’d never been present when someone was getting pierced, and she didn’t much like the sight of blood.

  Ms. Lucy rested her hand on Clarissa’s lower back. “Just keep your eyes shut, and don’t think about it,” she instructed. The woman knew her so well.

  “Let’s get this over with,” Mario said.

  Despite the instructions, Clarissa felt compelled to watch. Johnny massaged Mario’s chest, squeezing up on the areola.

  “The key is to pull up on the nipple and clamp it, to make sure it’s away from the pectoral muscle,” he explained as he worked his hands. “What are we putting in?”

  “A barbell,” Lucy spoke up. “Safest for healing, and it won’t catch too easily.”

  Johnny picked up the largest needle Clarissa had ever seen and held it up to the light. She made eye contact with Mario, and his eyes grew as wide as hers felt. And on that note, she turned all her attention to the plaything between his legs. Nope, she didn’t need to see what was about to happen.

  * * *

  Part of him wished he would’ve passed out at the sight of the needle. Then he might have come awake and the entire procedure would be behind him. No wonder frat boys and others got drunk before hitting up the tattoo and piercing shops. No, if anything he became even more conscious and only felt like he wanted to go lights out.

  A different kind of pain radiated from his nipple from being clamped. It almost felt like a limb that had gone to sleep. He wasn’t fooling himself. The needle was going to hurt like a motherfucker and so would his nipple when that clamp came off. Yeah, imagine the pins and needles of that limb waking back up.

  Sweet heaven of ecstasy. Clarissa blew cool air against his cock, drawing his attention to the sensation. He looked downward. Her beautiful, blonde hair fell in waves over his thighs, and her long lashes closed in a way he found so incredibly erotic. And then her mouth was upon him, engulfing his cock whole.

  What he wouldn’t give to grasp her head and push her farther onto his cock, to hold her there and let her know how much he’d missed her. Instead, he was strapped down and not able to touch her, caress her. It only added to the torture.

  Some hard-hitting music piped into the room, but Mario was having a difficult time focusing on the lyrics. Clarissa gripped the base of his cock, increasing the friction. He’d been on the edge for so long, it wasn’t going to take much for him to shoot off in her mouth.

  He wanted to touch her, to taste her. He closed his eyes and thought back to the last time they’d been together at his apartment. The way her breasts had bounced as she rode his cock, and the sounds of her sweet moans as she came.

  Cold hands touched his chest, and he opened his eyes right as the bastard struck with his weapon. White-hot pain flashed through his system, and his gut clenched.

  “Fuckin’ asshole. Damn.” In his mind, he hurled all sorts of other insults, and bit his lip to keep from saying them aloud. The taste of blood streaked across his tongue, and red seeped from his nipple.

  Johnny slid in a silver bar through his skin. Mario now had a fuckin’ hole in his nipple that held a barbell.

  “This might sting a little bit.” The bastard held up a cotton pad.

  No matter what, he couldn’t hurl.

  The pain blurred, its edges fuzzy with pleasure as Clarissa continued her attentions. Mario centered on his love, and the sensations, tuning out the negative. She pumped, sucking and caressing, as if apologizing for all the months they’d been apart.

  No matter what had transpired, he still wanted her. He’d forgive her, especially if it meant them being together. The realization rocked him. He forgave her.

  One last swirl of her tongue pushed him over, and his come pumped out into her mouth. She licked and sucked, sending aftershocks of pleasure jetting through his body.

  “Oh baby, how I love you. I missed you so much.” His throat felt raw from all the emotions. All he wanted to do was hold her tight and spend the night with her, all the rest of them be damned.

  “You’re all done,” Johnny said, releasing the clamp. “I trust, Clarissa, that you’ll make sure he uses the disinfectant and keeps the area clean.”

  Her face completely flushed, she grabbed a tissue and wiped the excess come from the corner of her mouth. Yeah, I did that.

  “Yeah, sure, whatever needs to be done.” She moved to stand next to Mario and unhooked his arms before taking his hand. “You were so brave.”

  A hitching sound made him look past Clarissa to Ms. Lucy. She held her palm a
gainst her lips. Without saying anything, she fled the room.

  He’d won this round.

  Chapter Ten

  What had she been thinking, putting them together in a moment of duress? Of course their common instinct would be to bond together and console each other. She’d underestimated the Italian lover boy. Rather than scaring him off, all Ms. Lucy had done was drive them closer.

  She stumbled in the darkness, the heel of her boot catching on one of the cobblestones, and she twisted her ankle.

  “Gah!” She caught her balance before falling flat on her face. She limped with as much dignity as she could manage until she found the closest bench and collapsed. She crossed one foot over her knee, unzipped the leather boot and yanked it off. That was going to be a bitch.

  Johnny stepped into the circle of light around the sitting area. “You better put some ice on that.”

  Shame and embarrassment washed over her. The last thing she wanted was for someone—a former student and a current employee—to see her in such a moment of weakness.

  Not waiting for any sort of invitation, he sat beside her and lifted her foot onto his leg. “Keep it elevated, and iced, and it shouldn’t be that bad tomorrow. How are you doing? Want to talk about it?”

  “Not really,” she snapped. The hurt on his face punched her in the chest. He hadn’t done anything to her. This situation wasn’t his fault. “I’m sorry. I’m just not used to being here.”

  She didn’t need to explain where “here” was. He understood.

  “Then you’ve been very lucky in love, or very closed off. Welcome to the emotional roller coaster of being in a relationship. I take it Mr. Latin Lover in there has somehow won the heart of your fair lady?”

  “Worse than that. She was supposed to marry him. I stole her away from him.”

  “Awww, I see.” He looked toward the direction of the room.

  Neither of them had followed after Lucy. She tried not to think about what they could be doing. Immediately, her mind went to a scene of Clarissa bare-assessed and bent over the table with Mario fucking her from behind.