by Maggie Ryan
“Oh, God… oh, I’m-I’m going to come!”
“Come for me, Grace. I want to feel your ass grip my fingers and your cunt convulse around my cock.” The sharp slap that landed on first one cheek and then the other, combined with his commands and his dual fucking, soon had her arching her back and her screams of pure pleasure filling the room. “God, you are incredible,” he said, his movements stilling, and she imagined he was enjoying the very things he had demanded of her as she could feel her muscles spasming around him. She’d barely started to come down from her climax when he popped his fingers from her dark passage and grabbed her hips, pulling her up in order to pound into her with a force that had her seeing stars and climbing yet again the mountain from which she’d just taken flight.
He came only a second before she did, each calling out the other’s name. She could feel his cock continuing to jerk as it emptied. His weight settled onto her as he bent to kiss her neck and his breath wafted into the shell of her ear as he whispered, “Someday very, very soon.”
His promise no longer frightened her, even though she could swear she felt her anus twitch at his words. Turning her head up to allow him access to that sensitive area right beneath her ear, she whispered the only answer that she could give with honesty. “Yes, sir.”
***
The ringing of Quentin’s phone was the only thing that had him lifting his body from hers. It was a ringtone that he’d assigned to Brody. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he accepted the call.
“This better be fucking important.”
“Sorry, I just wanted to catch you before you start class. I think I finally—”
“Wait… oh fuck! Hang on!” He pulled Grace up from the couch, her muffled protest informing him that she had come quite close to falling asleep again.
“Honey, wake up,” he said, looking at the time on his phone before tossing it onto the couch and pulling her to face him. “Babe, we’ve got to get to class.”
“Class?”
“Grace… shit,” Shaking his head, he gave one quick swat to her bottom that had her eyes going wide.
“Hey, I didn’t cuss, you did!”
“Sorry, but we’re late. Class starts in fifteen minutes.”
That got her attention even more than that single swat. “Oh God, I’ve got to dress… oh, I’ve got to shower and change…” When she bent to reach for her clothes, he took her arm.
“No, you don’t have time to dress, undress, shower, and dress again. You’ve got no more than ten minutes to be ready to go.” He took a second to tuck his cock back into his jeans before swinging her up into his arms and going to the door.
“Quentin, I’m naked!” she protested.
“I’m very well aware of that fact,” he quipped, giving her bare ass a pat before stepping into the hall and carrying her to the other side. Unlocking her door, he set her on her feet. “I’ll be back in ten… make that nine minutes. Go!” He watched as she turned and fled across the room, taking a few precious moments to simply enjoy the view. Closing her door, he went back to his own apartment to get ready. It was only when he bent to toss her clothing onto the couch that he remembered the phone. Jesus!
“Okay, I’m back but make it fast.”
“My, my, that was very—” Brody began.
“I swear, if you say one more word…”
“Easy, boy. I’m thrilled. Well, I am about you and Grace. Not so thrilled to learn that we are both idiots.”
Pressing the speaker button, Quentin set the phone on the bathroom counter as he peeled out of his clothes. “You’ve got one minute, then I’m hanging up.”
“Okay, based on Grace identifying Brooks, I went back over the names of guests who were at the club that night, and discovered that while there wasn’t a David Brooks, there was a Brooks Davidson. What are the chances that it’s not the same person?”
“About zero,” Quentin said, turning on the taps in the shower. “Son of a bitch. So even without a good photo, we now know the little weasel was there. I’ll get with Jason after class and tell him—”
“I already did,” Brody said. “He was going to go interview him in a little while. He said he’d come by the hospital tonight and I wanted to tell you so…”
“I’ll be there,” Quentin said. “I can leave class early if I have to but, fuck, I’ve really got to go. Good job, Brody.”
“Go on, we’ll talk later. At least you’re not a total idiot—and, Quent, I’m happy for you—give Grace my love as well.”
“Thanks, I will.” Quentin ended the call and stepped into the stall to take the fastest shower in history. He half expected to discover Grace begging for more time when he heard the click of the door opening before he reached it.
“Wow, you look amazing.” She was wearing a black skirt and a white peasant blouse with lace around the scooped neckline and sleeves. Her heels were black, her stockings white. He immediately began to wonder what else lay beneath her clothing. When he dragged his eyes back to hers, it was to see them sparkling as she tossed her hair, which now lay in waves down her back. Forget being late for class, he suddenly wished she would state that she didn’t feel the need to attend anymore. After all, she now had a Dom who was more than willing to give her quite personal lessons in anything she wished to know. However, since she had indeed dressed to kill, he knew she had no intention of missing out on tonight’s experience. Shit, he might need to rethink the agenda, as he didn’t wish for another man to lay so much as a finger on her.
“Thank you, and may I say you look pretty amazing yourself, Master Quentin.”
Damn the time. He bent to kiss her, taking her mouth hard until her arms wrapped around his neck, her lips opening to his demand for entrance and her body melting into his. By the time he pulled away, she was flushed and breathing hard. Satisfied that he’d taken yet another step toward staking his claim, he led her to the elevator.
“You go on down. I’ll take the stairs.” Before she could protest, the elevator arrived, and with a swat to her bottom that had her giving a little yelp, he encouraged her to step inside. “See you in just a few, babe.” When the doors closed, he adjusted his stiffening cock in his pants and then tromped down the stairs.
***
“Holy shit, whatever model of special friend you have, I definitely want one,” Gretchen said when Grace walked into the dining room. “My favorite toy must be definitely out of fashion or need new batteries.”
Grace was about to play innocent when Starla spoke from one table away. “Don’t be stupid, Gretchen. Anyone can tell that no piece of plastic, no matter how big or how powerful the vibration, put that smile on her face. Hell, I’ll put a smile on your face if her friend was not only flesh and blood, but one I’m sure will be walking into the room any moment.”
Not sure who was more shocked at Starla’s audacity, she or Gretchen, Grace never got a chance to say a word before the door opened and the instructors entered. The only thought she had as all the women rose to their feet and assumed the position of attention was that at least all four men had entered together. Perhaps that would at least give Starla only a twenty-five percent chance of being correct.
Her eyes automatically went to Quentin. Gone was the little grin that always had her body responding. Gone was the soft grey color in his eyes. She couldn’t help but notice that his lips were drawn and, looking at the other men, saw the same expression mirrored on Master Conner’s face. The other two men seemed to be as calm as they always appeared, so whatever had transpired before the men walked into the room, it obviously concerned only Quentin and Conner.
“Good evening, ladies,” Quentin said, turning from the other instructors and facing his pupils. “I am proud to see that most of you have returned. Two of your classmates have dropped out, which is unfortunate, but as we continue, there might be a few of you deciding to leave before Friday night.” He instructed the women to come stand in a line and it was then that Grace realized that there were only seven women remaining. Not seeing
Penny had her a little disappointed. From the little amount of conversation they’d shared, she’d not only known she’d enjoy getting to know the woman better, she had thought Penny was completely on board with what the class required of her. She didn’t really know who else had chosen to leave but wondered how their departure would affect the rest of them. It wasn’t long before she discovered the answer.
“Please kneel,” Quentin instructed, and the line sank to the service position, far more gracefully than they had on that first evening. “Last night was but the first step in experiencing the actual reality of the interaction between a Dominant and a submissive. I understand that you might consider it an intense experience, but I assure you, from this point forward, every night will become even more so. Remember, you are free to leave at any time without censure or judgment. Giving yourself as a submissive takes a great deal of courage and requires placing trust in a Dominant.
“Before we go upstairs, let me explain what is on the agenda. You will be taught a new position and practice it here, though once in the club, you’ll be required to remove your clothing.” He paused and instructed all eyes to him. Only then did he continue. “All of your clothing. As you witnessed last evening, submissives dress in various attire. Some are totally nude, some are in lingerie, some are in body jewelry, some begin in clothing that is removed throughout the evening. I am not stating that you will always be completely naked within Plaisir or any other club where you might go to play. But it is imperative that you discover your comfort level now before you are in a situation where you don’t have the safety or security that the classroom environment gives you.”
He paused again and when he next spoke, Grace’s question was answered.
“Even without our numbers dwindling, tonight is the point in our agenda where we switch it up a bit.” Grace wondered if he was aware of the slight shuffling of bodies as his words became clear. As he continued, she realized that there was probably very little that he missed.
“As we discussed the very first evening, unless you are in a committed relationship with a single Dom, you can expect to be approached by number of Dominants on any given evening. It is just as important to become comfortable with that possibility as it is to become comfortable with your nakedness. Are there any questions?”
“What if we don’t want to… I mean, what if someone wants us to do something that we aren’t willing to do?”
“Miss Alton, let me assure you, it will always be your choice in a club environment. You are offering the gift of your submission when you play and, ladies, you must be comfortable with the person receiving that submission even if only for a short period of time. If you are not, for any reason, then by all means decline the invitation. And remember, the stoplight system is always in place. Even after you submit to a Dom, if you become uncomfortable, I’d hope you first attempt to communicate with your partner and resolve the issue. If it still is a problem, then, ladies, use the safewords. Does everyone remember what they are?”
A chorus of “Yes, sir,” gave him the answer.
“Very good. From this point forward, my role will change.”
Grace’s pulse rate changed with that announcement. What exactly did that mean? She’d vaguely heard part of the phone conversation he’d had with Brody, even though she’d been almost comatose from the pleasure he’d given her. Was he leaving?
“Instead of giving individual instruction to a few, I will be moving among all of you as your lessons continue.”
Okay, though she wasn’t pleased to hear that, she had to admit it was far better than thinking he was simply going to turn her over to another without at least being present. She didn’t like her next thought as her head warred with her heart. Yes, they’d shared intensely intimate moments, several times, in fact, but he had already told her that he wasn’t interested in a relationship. She had absolutely no right to expect special attention. But damn it, she couldn’t help but wish that he was interested in her for far more than a few times making love. He doesn’t make love, remember? He fucks. Telling that voice to shut the hell up, she almost smiled. Did cussing in your head count as being a naughty girl? Would he spank her for doing so? Or, she supposed, if she was nothing more than a convenient submissive who happened to be available not only in class but, shit, lived just down the hall, than his lecture on the consequences of cussing was really nothing more than rhetoric.
“Grace!” The sound of her name barely registered through her thoughts, and only when it was repeated did she realize it came not from the front of the room but from her side. It took another second for her to see that the line of women was no longer. Those not already out the door, were heading for it.
“Are you all right?” Gretchen asked.
“Oh… um, I’m fine. Just a little tired. Where is everyone going?”
“Master Quentin dismissed us to use the restroom before we learn the new position. I guess he didn’t want anyone’s bladder to be an excuse not to strip.”
“I guess not,” Grace said, following her friend to the door. Looking back, she saw that Quentin was looking towards her, and though her legs felt wobbly for the first time in days, she knew she couldn’t blame it on her heels. No, she knew the exact source as she felt her heart ache, wondering why she’d managed to fall in love with a man who could have fulfilled her every desire if perhaps she’d met him before tragedy tore his heart apart. Still, her inability to keep this as just a fling wasn’t his fault, and at the quirk of his eyebrow, his silent question as to her state, she managed to give him a small smile before leaving the room. Gretchen was waiting in the hall.
“You’re not fine,” she said quietly. “I didn’t mean to offend you earlier. You just looked so, well, so freaking happy.”
“You didn’t offend me,” Grace said, reaching out to give Gretchen a hug. “I am fine—it’s just that, well, I’m wondering if I’ve really got it within me to be a submissive.”
“Oh, please don’t tell me you are going to quit. I-I count you as a friend and…” Gretchen paused as a couple of women passed them on the way back to class. Taking Grace’s hand, she pulled her a bit further down the hall. “Listen, I don’t give a shit what that Starla says. She is just jealous. Anyone with eyes can tell that you and Master Quentin have got some kind of connection.” She didn’t give Grace a chance to either confirm or deny. “It isn’t anyone’s business but for the two of you, but Grace, I’ve watched you every night. You are definitely a submissive.”
“But what if I’m a woman who only wishes to submit to one person? I mean, that’s not what I had intended when I started these classes, but…” Taking a deep breath, Grace again remembered that night at her door after her show when Quentin had offered to take her upstairs. No man who was interested in having her as his own sub, who wanted a committed relationship, would have made that offer—not if he didn’t even care who scratched her itch. And yet, she honestly couldn’t believe that what they had shared today, not just the amazing sex, but everything, had meant nothing. God, she was just so conflicted. Straightening, she shook her head. “You know what? It’s not Quentin’s fault. I practically threw myself at him and can’t expect… well, I’m not going to ever know how I really feel for sure unless I continue.”
Gretchen gave an excited squeal but then instantly calmed. “I won’t deny that I’m glad you aren’t quitting but, well, that’s just the greedy part of me. I hope we can still be friends if it becomes clear to you that this isn’t what you need or want.”
Grace smiled. “I’d like that.”
“Good, then we shall be,” Gretchen said, her smile showing her sincerity. “And, well, since we’ll be such good friends, perhaps you’ll show me some of the fabulous jewelry you made.”
“I’ll not only show you, I’ll make you something, if you want.”
“Are you kidding me! Oh, God, that would be wonderful.”
“Ladies, do you plan on rejoining your classmates, or are you quitting?”
Bo
th women snapped their heads around to see Master Quentin standing just a few feet away. Grace wondered how long he’d been standing there but his expression gave nothing away.
“Sorry, sir,” Gretchen said, reaching out to give Grace’s hand a squeeze before moving back towards the class.
“Miss Kennedy?”
Quentin’s voice had her stopping. “Yes, sir?”
“Would you please inform Master Trent that I will be a few minutes?”
“Yes, sir!” she said, her tone announcing that she would be delighted to do so. With a glance back at Grace, she smiled and then was soon out of sight.
Chapter Eighteen
“I-I’m going to be late,” Grace said, though she didn’t take a single step.
“Babe, you are already late,” Quentin said, approaching her until he was able to take her into his arms. He had been watching her since the moment he’d entered the room, and had seen the flush appear in her cheeks when he’d announced they’d be learning a new position and would be removing every stitch of their clothing. Her green eyes had shimmered and he’d known that, despite having climaxed several times in the past few hours, she was already becoming aroused at the thought. However, he’d watched the light dim in her emerald eyes when he’d made his last announcement.
After speaking to his staff, he’d followed the women out of the room and seen the two involved in what appeared to be an almost desperate conversation. Every instinct had told him that he was the cause of the trembling of Grace’s body, which he could see even from several feet away. He hadn’t heard every word, but he’d heard enough. Shit, how could he have not spoken to her before? Instead of sinking into her when he’d bent her over the couch’s arm, he should have spent that time discussing how he felt. Then… well, even though they’d lost track of the time, he was the fucking lead instructor. Every woman in class would have waited, most likely chatting amongst themselves until he arrived. Instead, Grace had gone from bliss to what appeared to be the deepest abyss possible within what, ten fucking minutes?