by Emily Tilton
Another whimper from Lauren as she complied, her knees spreading the tangle of cotton underwear that bound them loosely, giving the piquant impression of bondage that John enjoyed so much.
As they had prepared for the arrival of the girls, and gone over how the owners wanted the evening to unfold, they had given Ed carte blanche, more or less—and they had spoken specifically of this initial moment.
“Once you’ve got her over the table,” Sam had said, “just show us what you can do.”
Ed’s eyebrows had gone up. “Anything?”
John had chuckled. “Anything that gets you hard and helps Lauren learn how to get what she needs, and accept it when she gets it. I think we established in the interview that your values are in line with ours—all you need to do now is show us you can put them into practice.”
“Alright, Lauren,” Ed said now, as he laid his hand on her bottom for the first time, “you and I know each other, don’t we?”
“Yes, sir,” Lauren said, making John envious of the quick rapport that could only spring from long acquaintance.
“We’re going to do something we’ve never done together, though, in a few moments—something I guess you did for the first time with Mr. Killington only a few nights ago. Do you know what I mean, sweetheart?”
John gave an inward wince at how easily the word seemed to come to Ed, as applied to the girl John had come to think of over the past two weeks as his sweetheart, but of course Lauren would make any man want to call her that—and the man who had acquired her, sending a limo to pick her up and bring her to him, probably had less right than the kind, dominant personal trainer she had known for many years.
“I think so, sir?”
“Go ahead and say it, Lauren. Use the bad word, if you want.”
Ed had told them he didn’t have a great deal of experience in expressing the dominant side of his sexuality, but his confidence now didn’t leave anything to be desired. The subtle hint of degradation, as he rubbed Lauren’s bottom gently to suggest his mastery of her for the purpose of training, struck John as pitch-perfect.
“Sex?” Lauren whispered.
“That’s right, sweetheart. We’re going to have sex in a few moments, in front of these nice folks. I’m going to train you with my cock.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Lauren had never thought it would be like this, tonight in the penthouse. She hadn’t conceived of the humiliation, and she hadn’t conceived of how terribly, terribly it aroused her. She hadn’t had any idea what it would be like when Ed Stevens called her sweetheart, while he rubbed her bare, punished bottom in front of Mr. Killington, all the owners, and in front of Jessica and all the other girls.
Her face glowed like a furnace, but the heat down below, where Ed began to rub further down and further in, much closer to the burning places but still not touching her wet pussy or her aching clit, seemed even greater.
“Why did Mrs. Fredericks punish you, sweetheart?” Ed asked in a soft voice that made her feel for just a moment, despite everything, that only the two of them were present.
“I…” She remembered sitting on the bed, waiting to see what would happen if she didn’t get dressed for the theater. Wool-gathering, the matron had called it, but it hadn’t felt wooly. “I didn’t get ready when I was supposed to… for… for my… my date with Mr. Killington.”
Lauren had to stammer out the final words, practically, because Ed’s firm but gentle fingers had begun to rub circles on the tenderest part of her bottom, right where her sore little cheeks became her thighs, where her pussy clenched helplessly in search of more. A sob of pleasure, along with the need for more of that pleasure, right away, burst from her throat.
“Mr. Killington,” Ed said, “did the punishment help Lauren? Did you feel like it helped Lauren make progress last night, to sit on this sore bottom?”
Oh, how could he? How could he, while he touched her bottom that way, and his very fingertips made it clear that at least for tonight he had taken charge, the way a gifted horse trainer might, assuming the burden of teaching the lessons that would make a young mare perfectly compliant for her owner?
“Of course,” said Mr. Killington. “Mrs. Fredericks does a very good job, as you can see.”
“And you said you fucked her here? Lauren, reach back and show everyone your anus, please.”
“Oh, God,” Lauren whispered, but she could do nothing but obey, as Ed took his rubbing hand away and she herself had to touch herself down there in front of everyone, had to spread her cheeks the way she had for the enema, for Mr. Killington’s cock.
“That’s right,” Mr. Killington said dryly. “She’s already a good bottom-lay, as we like to say around here. Very promising.”
“But you didn’t fuck this little pussy last night?”
Lauren gave a sharp cry, then, and though she kept her eyes down, seeing only the faux leather that covered the table’s padding, she heard chestnut-haired little Tricia very distinctly say, “Oh!”—both because of the way Ed had returned his hand to her backside, and the way it made Lauren, still holding her bottom open to display the little dimple Mr. Killington had told her he would award to Mr. Stevens, bounce her hips and arch her back, trying to rub against the wicked fingers that trained her.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” Ed said. “Show me what you need. You can put your elbows back on the table. That will help you ride my hand the way you want to.”
Lauren obeyed: she couldn’t have helped it no matter how hard she tried. With her elbows resting on the firm upholstered surface she could show Mr. Stevens, Mr. Killington, and all the owners and girls how much she needed sex, how much she needed training. She cried out over and over as she humped the big hand that seemed to caress her whole pussy and her tender clit at once. Her body seemed to glow at the way he held her there so firmly and possessively that Lauren knew her need even better than she had the night before, when Mr. Killington had allowed her to touch herself as he fucked her bottom.
“No,” Mr. Killington said now. “I was in the mood for the bottom, I suppose. I did let her masturbate, though.”
Lauren barely heard her owner’s words, but all the same they made her whimper at the degradation they implied. She still had no idea why such humiliation should cause the need in her clit to grow so tremendous, so that she rode Mr. Stevens’ hand even faster and more shamelessly. But though she felt sure Ed had never done this unusual sort of training before, she could sense in his calm voice that his skills in fitness training were fully transferable.
“That’s good,” he said approvingly. “Did you come last night, sweetheart?”
“Yes, sir!” Lauren cried.
“Would you like to come now?”
“Yes, sir.” The words came out in a sob.
“You gentlemen need to understand,” Mr. Stevens said in a more formal voice, “that even though I see the value of reinforcing lessons with a firm hand on a bare bottom, I see an even greater value in the power of pleasure, where training is concerned. Back when I was a regular physical trainer… yesterday, I mean…”
The owners all laughed at that. Lauren felt a strange sort of vicarious pride come into her heart: Ed’s hand had slowed on her pussy, and she felt as if he had reduced her training pace to a walk, rather than the canter at which he had worked her before. She rode the hand shamelessly, still, but in an easy rhythm that let her take in his words and react to them.
“…I would tell my clients to reward themselves when they reached a milestone, or even if they had had a good workout that day. Life is about balance, as far as I can see, and though the methods I learned when I was preparing for my career couldn’t be quite as direct as the ones it seems like you’re going to hire me to use here at your club, a balance of pleasure and pain is the only thing that can create true discipline, as far as I can tell.”
Now he picked up the pace again, and Lauren moaned as he made her accelerate to a trot, and then a canter. He didn’t wait to hear any ap
proval from the owners of the philosophy to which he had given voice, but continued the lesson. “Lauren was a good girl for her owner last night, and she’s being a good girl for me. She’s earned a big cock in her pussy.” Then he said, “Jessica, could you help me off with my bathrobe while I keep her ready for fucking?”
Lauren’s face got even hotter as she felt the way the air swirled behind her, pictured Jessica easing the robe off Mr. Stevens’ broad, muscular shoulders. She wanted to see! How much hair did he have on his chest? How pronounced were the six-pack abs she felt sure he must have, and which a little giggle from Tricia and Yo seemed to indicate definitely were there on his abdomen?
Or was the giggle about Mr. Stevens’ cock? Lauren could tell that it was an impressed—a very impressed, and even nervous—giggle, as if Tricia and Yo feared they might be the next to have to receive Ed’s training, and they didn’t feel sure that even his pleasurable rewards might not have serious discomfort involved.
She bit her lip. What does his cock look like? Big… it must be very big. Is it going to hurt, in my pussy? Is he going to fuck hard, with his huge, hard penis? The big hand, with which he kept training her all the while, seemed to tell her that he would.
Lauren threw her head back, because he had taken his hand away and put his cock at the cringing wet petals of her pussy at the same moment, taking hold of her hips, running his hands up to hold her little breasts under the cotton of her halter top as he slid gently inside her. The sliding was gentle, because he had gotten her so very wet, but the sheer amount of it made Lauren gasp, because it just kept going, until she felt very sure that Ed Stevens’ cock must be enormous, and the girls must have been giggling nervously at the thought that they too would probably have to have it inside them.
Then he started to fuck her, and she understood that pleasure could have discomfort and even pain inside it, and still the discipline accomplished would be that of a reward earned for good behavior and good progress, rather than a punishment given for wool-gathering, or laziness, or disobedience. She cried out over and over as he rode her, her neck still in a taut arch as she squirmed in his firm grip, unable to hold still but loving the way he stilled her to take his cock.
“Good girl,” Ed said softly, his voice barely betraying his physical exertion as he began to fuck her harder… “Such a good girl. You’re making me feel so good. Just take it now. Just take it. Come when you’re ready. You have permission.”
Oh, that idea—that he had given her permission, that her reward didn’t just mean that she would have an orgasm, but that he had allowed her to have one. It would… it was going to…
She screamed, and came, with his cock still pounding and pounding, filling her, and Ed kept saying, “There you go. That’s it. Good girl. Good girl. Let it out. Come again for me. That’s it.”
She did, hardly believing she could and then suddenly climbing the mountain and jumping off it, somehow because of the way his hips pressed against the bottom Mrs. Fredericks had spanked so hard with her hairbrush.
Lauren heard a murmur at that, perhaps between Mr. Diaz and Mr. Graves, and it turned her face red even as she couldn’t stop riding as Mr. Stevens rode. Now he took her hair in his right hand, with his left firmly on her hip, and twisted it into a sort of rein, keeping her body arched so he could slam into her, fully training her as she needed to be trained at last.
Lauren had closed her eyes, but at another murmur she opened them and saw that the other girls must have been told to take off their uniforms, because they were all in their briefs and halter tops now, and all kneeling in front of their owners with cocks in their mouths, Mr. Graves generously sharing Jessica’s mouth with Mr. Killington, taking turns in filling Lauren’s friend’s mouth with their hardness.
The idea that she and Ed were performing came to her suddenly. Mr. Stevens certainly must want to show Mr. Killington and the other owners what he could do to train their girls to please them sexually. He must want to make this sex for Lauren a demonstration—an assessment, even—of how she could be used for a man’s pleasure, of how suitable for fucking she had become and how much more suitable for it she could be, when properly trained. Mr. Killington had brought his schoolgirl to the penthouse to be shared with other men for the first time, and Mr. Stevens had taken it upon himself to show the other owners how much fun they could have when they took their turns fucking her, as well as how much better at fucking he could make her and their own girls, too, if they decided to place them under his training.
He rode her very hard, now, controlling her body utterly so that he could thrust just as he pleased and seeming to drive deeper with every stroke.
Then his voice, thick with his pleasure, said, “I’m going to finish on your face, Lauren, so you can see my cock, and suck it, and then show everyone what a good girl you are when your trainer comes on you.”
She whimpered at the terrible image that filled her mind, but he pulled his cock from her pussy, and guided her onto her knees in front of him, holding his huge cock, glistening with her arousal, in his hand and pumping it rapidly. She didn’t wonder, now, at Tricia’s and Yo’s giggling. Lauren hadn’t seen very many erect penises yes, but Ed’s was the longest and thickest by far.
“First in your mouth,” he said in a voice whose softness seemed to belie the force with which his cock had pounded into her. “Show me what a good cocksucker you are, sweetheart.”
Lauren bit her lip and shook her head slowly, hardly believing she had it in her, but the enormous penis had just been inside her down there. How could she suck it?
Chapter Twenty-Six
“She hasn’t tasted cunt before,” said Mr. Killington. “You may need to spank her.”
Ed felt a smile creep onto his face at the thought of taking Lauren over his knee, or bending her over the table again, but for punishment instead of pleasure. But he felt completely confident now that his emphasis on a different kind of training from Mrs. Fredericks would show the owners his skills to better effect. He could spank Lauren at some point—some point very soon—but he wanted to give her a different incentive to obey him and respect her owner’s wishes, of a kind only available in this special kind of session that the owners had accorded him the honor of attending.
“Let’s see if something else might work,” he said. “Jessica?”
The sweet blond girl with Mr. Graves’ cock in her mouth turned her eyes to him, clearly not wishing to displease her owner by ceasing her fellatio. Ed glanced at Lauren and saw that her own mobile eyes took in everything, from Mr. Killington’s threat of a spanking to Ed’s vague something else, to the invocation of her apartment mate’s name.
“It’s alright, darling,” said Mr. Graves, pulling his cock out of Jessica’s mouth and pumping it in his own hand as he watched to see what the new trainer would do. “Do as Mr. Stevens tells you.”
“Why don’t you lie on your back on the table for me?”
Jessica frowned, clearly not understanding at first.
Ed looked at Mr. Graves. “She’s gone down on other girls?”
Mr. Graves nodded. “Of course. We don’t do it often, and the girls are only allowed to do it when their owners are present, but it’s an important part of these sessions, since the girls need to get comfortable with their bisexual side. When they go for their first career placement they often have to pleasure a female executive on a regular basis, and they’re always expected to be comfortable joining a couple for a night.”
Ed nodded. The corporate world. Especially in the days when the corporations seemed more in charge of the world than the governments, the hedonistic side of corporate life had come very much to the fore. The advantage gained for these girls by the sexual part of the New Career Partners program must, he realized, be incalculable: to show herself willing and even eager to participate in kinky (or, he supposed, vanilla) sex games would make Lauren a very attractive candidate for a great many jobs. Her rise up the ladder would match that skillset, too, as her bosses got to
know just how well she could function both in boardroom and in bedroom.
He considered for a moment, without any anxiety, what Mr. Diaz had told him about the next stage in Lauren’s program—how she would go to live for six months to a year with a man, whether Mr. Killington or another man agreed upon by her owner and Lauren herself. He had wondered then, for a moment, as he wondered now, whether the man might be he, the reappearing next-door neighbor.
Ed couldn’t deny that he had responded to Lauren tonight not only with understandable—he thought—sexual arousal but with an affection and a desire to ensure the girl’s happiness much stronger than he had felt even when he had made the fateful decision to come to the city to deliver her present. She had seemed to respond to him very urgently as well, if he could judge from her blushes and her cries of pleasure—and, even more, from an indefinable something in her eyes that seemed to say that the way he trained her and cared for her fulfilled not only the needs of her body but those of her heart as well.
Lauren obviously responded to Mr. Killington, too, but he could see that the affection these girls felt for their owners must rarely be of the true love variety. His skepticism about the program and the clearly and confessedly selfish sexual aims of the owners had given way to a certain admiration for the unusual mentor relationships it established. It had taken a little getting used to, of course, but he could see that a first sexual relationship with an experienced man could put Lauren and Jessica and the others on the all-important path to happiness.
But if a girl happened to fall in love…
Ed’s mind, turning these thoughts over, snapped back into the present. Mr. Killington’s dirty words, She hasn’t tasted cunt before, rang in his ears, and he understood that Lauren’s owner had—probably intentionally—in using the word cunt distanced himself from her affections even as he aroused her through the starkly objectifying term. Ed enjoyed the c-word as much as the next dominant guy, but he knew its power needed to be used wisely.