Chapter 5
CHAPTER 5
Ivy
I had to admit, my heart was beating so hard I swear my chest vibrated with each beat as I meandered into the “Art of the Tease” class. A world-class Dominatrix whom I’d followed online for years was going to teach it, and I was totally excited. Although, if I was being honest with myself, my excitement was more at the thought of seeing Caleb than the class.
Ugh, I promised myself I’d be patient, but I would not be adverse to wearing Caleb’s ring. In record time, the sapphire-eyed man had slipped through some crack in my walls and made himself at home in my mind. All morning I’d been obsessed with thoughts about him. Reliving our risqué play in the gym over and over again until I was a horned-up mess of hormones and need. Not that I didn’t have options for relief. There had been plenty of men and women who’d flirted with me and made their interest known. A couple even fit what I thought I’d been looking for in a partner for the week.
Instead of flirting back, I’d been friendly but polite. Making it clear that while I welcomed friendship, romance would not be in the cards. I wanted to explore this intense attraction between myself and Caleb a little more first. And see if he would actually role play the big brother’s best friend if I asked him to. The idea turned me on.
During the half-hour break, I’d run back to my room and taken a quick shower and changed undies. Now, refreshed with a super cute pair of frilly cream silk panties and matching bra, I tried to keep from speed walking as I approached my next class. I was almost fifteen minutes early but planned on using that time to get my bearings before Caleb arrived. Being around him scrambled my brain, and I really was looking forward to this class. All my other classes had been amazing, but PG rated. This was my first “anything goes” course and I was more than ready for it.
When I entered the almost full classroom I automatically scanned it for Caleb, and found him leaning up against the wall, talking to a pretty Black woman with long gold and green braids. She wore a short purple leather skirt that showed off her beautifully muscled legs. Instead of a matching leather top, she’d favored a sheer black shirt that exposed a purple leather corset beneath. A thick, lilac leather collar encircled her neck, and the ring hung empty. Indicating she was clearly single.
Smiling, Caleb looped his finger through the ring of her collar and gave it a little tug. I couldn’t see what the other woman said, but his grinning response made me feel queasy. They had an obvious rapport, and I wondered if they’d just met or knew each other. The woman reached out and tapped the plain black ring on Caleb’s right hand. The thought of seeing Caleb’s ring on her neck sent an unexpected bolt of jealousy through me. It stung and I didn’t like it one bit.
My anger wanted me to march over there and shove the other woman away from Caleb, but I managed to control my impulses. While role playing a teenager meant I’d given myself a little more leeway with my emotions, it didn’t mean I got to physically assault people. Whatever age I might let myself indulge in didn’t mean I wasn’t still an adult beneath it all. And adults didn’t beat each other up over talking to boys. Especially a boy I really had no claim to other than “liking” him.
But man would it feel good to kick him in the shins.
Instead of rushing over and making a scene, I chose a seat in the middle of a group so there were no spaces open by me.
“Ivy,” Caleb called out, but I didn’t spare him a glance.
He tried again but I clearly ignored him, going as far as turning my back on him.
I waited for him to call again, instead he laughed.
The turd.
Pretending Caleb didn’t exist, I slung my backpack over the chair then took a seat. The urge to see if he was looking at me was strong, but I merely took my cherry-candy flavored lip gloss out of my pocket and applied it. I hoped he watched me do it, and I hoped he regretted blowing it with me.
Okay, maybe I gave in to my inner teenager’s need for revenge a little bit.
“Oh my gosh,” a female voice said from my right, “is that a Candi Kizzes lip gloss?”
Turning toward her, I found a woman a few years older than me, with ivory skin and teased light brown hair, snapping her gum with a bright smile. Her 80s look was amazing. She’d applied her black eyeliner with a heavy hand, but it went well with her equally defined blush. Big white-hoop earrings adorned her ears, and she wore an off-the-shoulder blue sweater with a white tank beneath that showed off her rather impressive cleavage. A thin black leather collar with a black ring hanging from the silver loop showed that she was taken. As did her big wedding ring.
Responding to the bubbly energy she gave off, I nodded. “It is, well almost. There’s a company online that makes an imitation of it that is dead on. This was in my gift basket.”
“I’m so jealous, I didn’t get one in my basket.” She pouted for a moment, then smiled. “I used to loooovvveee this stuff when I was like thirteen. I was just thinking about it the other day at the store, but I couldn’t find it anywhere. I thought maybe they discontinued it.”
“Me too, but according to the label, this company recreated the formula, only better. I can give you the name of the brand if you want.”
“Yes, please!” Giving a happy little giggle, she clapped her hands together then pouted. “Ugh, we don’t have our phones, remember? Gotta keep it authentic and stuff.”
I rolled my eyes. “Ugh indeed, I keep forgetting. I have a notebook in my backpack, I can write it down for you. Though I have to warn you, my handwriting may be hard to read. I work in the tech field so I spend most of my day typing.”
She pulled out a little black notebook from her purse that said “Naughty Fun” on the front in gold lettering. “Just tell it to me and I’ll write it down in here.”
I gaped at her. “You have a little black notebook? Like the… ummm… dirty kind?”
She winked at me, her girl-next-door looks at odds with her wicked smile. “I sure do. It’s kinda blank right now, but by the end of the week I hope to fill it with all kinds of fun stuff. Everything from where to get my favorite lip-gloss from my childhood, to fun new things for my Dom and I to try. Oh, and I have a special chart for which girl kisses the best.” She winked at me, fun and desire making her brown eyes sparkle. “Wanna be on the list?”
A little tingle shot through me as she leaned forward slightly, clearly inviting me to do the same. This class was an anything goes class so kissing her wouldn’t be against any rules. Yet I somehow felt like I should be asking Caleb’s permission before I kissed her. Which was dumb because he’d been clearly into that woman he’d been talking to when I came in.
Asshole.
“What’s your name?” I asked her as I fingered the ring on her collar. “And would your Dom mind if I offered you a sample of my lip gloss to try?”
Desire softened her lips, making her eyelids heavy as she replied, “My name is Jennifer, and my Dom wouldn’t mind. He lets me play with girls.”
“In that case, Jennifer, would you like to kiss some of the lip-gloss off my lips? You know, to make sure the flavor is right? I’d hate to recommend something you may not like.”
“I would love to, beautiful girl,” she whispered back before slowly, carefully, licking the outline of my lips with the tip of her tongue. “Yum.”
An irritated man’s voice said from next to me, “I can’t leave you alone for five minutes, can I?”
I pulled back from a now worried-looking Jennifer to find Caleb glaring down at me. A quick glance around showed the woman who’d been sitting next to me had moved, and an irate Caleb stood in her place. The pretty Black woman in purple sat across the room, grinning broadly as Caleb crossed his arms and glared at me. I could feel his presence all along my body, and my hormones cheered his arrival.
He sat down next to me in the empty large chair with its curved surface for writing and leaned in my direction, getting in my personal space. “You were kissing that girl.”
I lifted my chin, my lips still tingling from her kiss. “I sure was, not that it’s any of your business.”
“Um,” Jennifer said hesitantly behind me. “I-uh do you know each other?”
Caleb leaned around me, his charming smile in place on his perfectly chiseled bone structure.
He was unfairly good looking.
Jennifer practically melted as Caleb said in his smooth as sex voice, “We’re role playing. I’m Ivy’s big brother’s best friend who is supposed to keep an eye on her. Of course I’m a bad influence and plan on corrupting her completely, so keep that in mind.”
Giggling madly, Jennifer gave my arm a soft slap. “Oh my gosh, you had me worried that either he was your Dom and you were in big trouble, or he was someone I needed to alert the staff about.”
Caleb and Jennifer laughed while I muttered that someone should alert the staff about Caleb, because he was a menace.
Clearing her throat, Jennifer made a visible gesture of shaking out her body. “Okay, big brother’s best friend who is going to corrupt her, got it. How fun!”
At the front of the class, one of the professors drew back a red velvet curtain with silver tassels, revealing the raised stage. On it sat two chairs and a sofa, all normal and unremarkable. Made of tan leather, comfortable with a scattering of corduroy cushions of various shades of brown. A large light wood table sat before the couch, with only the legs visible.
The rest of the table was covered in a thick black sheet.
There was no way of knowing what lay beneath, but my attention was drawn away from the stage when Caleb leaned over and whispered, “Take off your jacket.”
“No, it’s cold in here,” I protested, but that was lie.
The room was nice and toasty, perfect for being naked in.
My imagination spun through all the ways I wanted to be naked with Caleb.
Even if he was a jerk.
“Shouldn’t you be sitting with your friend over there?” I said while returning my gaze to the stage.
“Jealous?” he asked softly, then scooted his chair closer to mine until we were practically touching. “No need to be. She’s a friend of mine from years ago.”
“Right,” I said as I tried to look over his shoulder at her, but he moved his head, intercepting my gaze.
The intense look Caleb gave me made my pussy clench as he said in a firm tone, “Ivy, let me make one thing very clear right now. I don’t play relationship games like that. I would never make you jealous on purpose. I’m a one-woman Dom and I think I’ve made my intentions pretty clear. I want you. And I don’t mean that in a casual way. I want to own, possess, and devour you, beautiful Ivy. My body lights up like I’m getting a low-level electrical shock every time I’m around you.” He trailed his fingertips over my arm, and no doubt caught my quick inhalation as my skin tingled. “I think you feel it too.”
Before I could respond, he encircled his hand around my throat, above the thick silvery chain with its empty silver ring. Pressing lightly on my pulse, he leaned forward and stroked his lips over my cheek in a feathery soft touch that had all kinds of sensations exploding through me. Without a doubt he could feel how my heart had sped up, and when he gently bit my earlobe, I moaned as best I could with his hand on my throat.
Abruptly he released me, and I nearly fell out of my seat before I gathered my senses.
Standing, Caleb said, “Think about it. I’ve got to go, I’m helping out as an assistant for this class. If you’re a good girl, I might call on you for a demonstration. What’s your safe word?”
My mouth went dry as I said, “Tribe.”
“Got it. If I ask you if you’d like to play with me as part of a demonstration, you don’t have to safeword out. Simply say no. We aren’t under any formal agreement, other than the deliciously forbidden little sister and the man who wants to debauch her.” He winked then walked away, his bubble butt working his faded jeans. “Are you going to be a good girl?”
“No,” I replied with a slow smile.
The naughty girl part of me wanted to see how far I could push him.
To know what would happen if I went too far.
I needed to know if he could dominate me before I agreed to anything.
Without a doubt, I was a high-power pain in the ass. I needed a firm hand to make me feel safe and cherished. Screwed up but true. At least through BDSM I got my unconventional needs met in a safe way.
If I found a Dom strong enough to make me submit.
Smiling, Caleb ran his fingers down my cheek. “Good, I need a reason to punish you.”
His direct approach threw me for a loop, and next to me Jennifer gave a low whistle as he went to the front of the room, then whispered, “Girl, that was hot.”
“Yeah, it was,” I blew out a harsh breath. “Wow.”
Jennifer giggled but kept it quiet as the lights were dimming and people behind us began to applaud. We turned in our seats and craned our necks to see Dr. Ramsfield and Dr. Joi strutting their way down the center of the classroom like they were on a runway. In their late thirties, the husband-and-wife duo looked a bit like each other. Both had pale skin, jet-black hair, and silvery blue eyes that stood out in a rather astonishing way. They both wore black business suits, though Dr. Joi wore a leather harness beneath hers barely visible from the front.
Both Dominants, Dr. Joi and her husband Dr. Ramsfield had spent the last ten years touring the world and exploring the culture of kink. They’d pretty much seen and done it all and had written close to a dozen books on the subject. In addition to their academic work, they had a popular podcast and an upcoming reality show featuring them on a streaming network.
I’d been a big fan of theirs for years and seeing them in person turned me into a total fangirl. I applauded as hard as everyone else, wishing I could somehow let them know how much I enjoyed having them as part of my life. Even though we’d never met, I felt like I knew them. After all, I’d listened to them three days a week for the last four years.
On the stage, Dr. Ramsfield briefly held his wife’s hand, their gazes meeting for a moment before they both smiled at each other, then stepped apart.
My heart gave a little pang, wanting to have that kind of rapport with someone someday.
To share one brief look and smile filled with enough love to last a lifetime.
My romantic notions were shoved to the side as Dr. Joi snapped her fingers and a naked man with lovely, tanned skin, and a healthy dark erection, moved onto the stage next to the couple. He wore a pair of nipple clamps with silver bells, a thick silver chain around his waist, and that was it.
And his face was beautiful. A graceful mix of soft masculine, almost feminine, but not quite. The lines of his body were entirely masculine, with well-defined muscles and very little body hair. As my gaze traveled back up his body, I made a little involuntary noise of appreciation deep in my throat.
“Right?” Jennifer whispered next to me. “Yum.”
We snickered softly, but there were enough people in the audience that no one paid us any attention. They were all focused on the doctors explaining erogenous zones. I gave myself a little mental smack and forced my mind to pay attention. Caleb said I might be part of a demonstration, and I didn’t want to be clueless as to what I might be getting myself into.
As the couple began to demonstrate different techniques, I started to get turned on all over again. Not because of what was happening on the stage, but because I kept imagining doing all those lovely things to Caleb. I would blow his mind with pleasure. Be the best he ever had so he would never forget me when this week was over.
Damn, where had that melancholy thought come from?
Brushing it off, I focused anew as the woman Caleb had been speaking with earlier was brought on stage, now nude except for nipple clamps and a chain around her waist like the man. While Dr. Joi softly caressed and praised the woman, Dr. Ramsfield began to casually slap the submissive male’s erect cock. Something the man evidently liked, if the copious amounts of precum wetting the tip of his erection was any indication.
I squirmed a little in my seat, then grew still as I realized that while I’d been distracted, Caleb had appeared on the stage. Dressed in his jeans and hoodie, he stood out from the two submissives being demonstrated on, and the Doms continuing their lecture. Unlike most people in the room, he wasn’t watching the stage.
He was staring at me like I was the most interesting woman in the room.
My skin grew sensitive and my nipples drew into hard, uncomfortable points. It was almost painful, and I knew the only relief I’d get was if Caleb were to take them into his mouth. Lick the tip of my breasts, take away the odd sting of unfulfilled arousal. Or he could lay atop me, our bodies rubbing together as we kissed. I wanted to kiss him, so badly. Caleb broke our stare and I gave myself a little shake as he moved back into the shadows a bit to speak with one of the assistants standing at the back of the stage.
The class continued, and when I could tear my attention away from Caleb, I learned a good bit about the body’s different erogenous zones and how to stimulate them. The doctors were both funny and educational, and I soon found myself as caught up in the class as everyone else. It was really, really nice to be able to sit back among my fellow kinksters and talk about sex like it was no big deal.
“And now,” Dr. Joi said as she held her arms out to the audience, “we need some volunteers to help us demonstrate g-spot and p-spot orgasms.” She glanced behind her with a smile at Caleb and a few other people now standing to the side of the stage. “Rawhide has kindly supplied us with some of their best Doms and Dommes who know how to work that magic spot in a woman. They have generously agreed to help us with our demonstration and have a little bit of fun. Before you raise your hand, please keep in mind that this is a class on human sexuality and you will be exposed in front of everyone. For all you subbie exhibitionists out there I’m sure this isn’t a problem, but for some of you it would be a nightmare come to life being actually naked in front of all your classmates on the first day of class. There are options, so please speak up if you’d like to keep some of your body parts a mystery to the general public. Remember, you are a cherished volunteer. We want you to be comfortable.”
Dr. Ramsfield straightened his black suit coat as he joined his wife, their two demo submissives standing by obediently. “For our male submissives, we will need a few volunteers so we can demonstrate the “P” spot.” He winked at the audience. “For those that are unfamiliar with the term, I’m talking about prostate orgasms. Our Doms and Dommes will select their partner from the audience one at a time. If you are selected, your Dom will use you as part of their demonstration on how to find and work those magic spots. Now, I realize for some of you this will be your first time playing together, so after you’re selected you’ll have a few minutes with your Dom to go over boundaries, safe words, and expectations. Remember, honest communication is key to any good relationship, BDSM or otherwise. So don’t feel like you have to lie to somehow impress or please your partner. Tell them the truth about what turns you on, and what doesn’t, and you will both have a much better experience.”
“Also,” Dr. Joi added while joining her husband, “please do not feel pressured to perform for the class. Every one of you is uniquely different in what turns you off and on. We are well aware that not everyone reacts to stimulation in the same way, so if this type of play doesn’t do it for you, don’t punish yourself for not having an orgasm or being aroused. We learn as much from observing what doesn’t work as what does. Don’t beat yourself up if things don’t work out how you think they should.”
“Punishing you is our job,” one of the men next to Caleb said with a menacing chuckle.
Everyone laughed, then they began to go through the Doms, and when they came to Caleb my arm shot up, along with most of the women in the room. Who could blame them. He was the kind of man who just gave off an invisible sexual aura. Combine that with his razor-sharp bone structure, sapphire eyes, killer hair, and what I was hoping was a good body beneath his baggy clothes and you had a Dom women would fight over.
Including me.
My palms got a little sweaty as Caleb pretended to scan the room for a moment before he pointed to me.
Disappointed groans whispered around me, along with more than one woman calling me a lucky bitch.
Jennifer gave my butt a light smack as I stood from the chair and said, “You go girl!”
My heart pounded so hard I was sure my chest was shaking as I scooted out from my desk, thankful I’d worn a pair of white sneakers instead of the high heels I usually favored. While I could hustle across an office building in heels for hours, running around on gravel paths and grass lawns in heels was a whole different ball game. And truth be told, my feet were ever so thankful.
My mind nattered on about the benefits of sneakers as I approached the stage in a weird dreamlike cloud of anxiety and anticipation. I swear I didn’t even feel my feet hitting the stairs. It just seemed as if Caleb was on a conveyor belt and I was being pulled toward him by some invisible force. Even the noise of the room dulled to a background hum as I stood before him. I hesitated a moment, unsure if I should kneel as some of the other subs were doing, look down at the ground, or meet his gaze.
Caleb must have sensed my unease because he took a step forward and said in a low voice, “Remember, use your safe word if you need it. Otherwise I’ll ignore all pleas for mercy. Have you ever had a g-spot orgasm?”
Heat rose to my cheeks as I glanced away and said, “I’ve tried on my own, but I don’t think I was doing it right… or something.”
“Don’t worry”—he stroked his fingers over my collar, startling me—“by the end of the class you’ll be begging me to put my ring on your collar.”
He raised an eyebrow at me, the challenge clear in his gaze.
I, of course, met his challenge with a title of my chin into the air. “Dream on.”
One of the Doms next to us gave me a disapproving glance, but Caleb merely drew me into his arms and kissed me on my head. “Come on, little Ivy, I’m about to rock your world in front of all these nice people.”
Stumbling a bit, I suddenly became hyperaware of everyone watching us. Normally I was a huge exhibitionist, I loved being admired and lusted after, but sharing my first time with Caleb like this left me feeling raw. Exposed in a way that was more anxiety than anxious anticipation. It was so bright in here and I became something I rarely was, self-conscious.
Right away Caleb stopped on our way to what appeared to be a padded and adjustable table with stirrups.
Oh God, stirrups.
“Wait,” I whispered and placed my hand on his well-muscled forearm. “I… um, that is I’m… the light is awfully bright in here.”
He gave me a puzzled look, his well-arched brows drawing down over his dark blue eyes, before his expression cleared. “Of course. We can use a privacy screen. It can be backlit if you like, allowing people to see the outline of our shadows instead of the real thing. They’ll be turning down the lights anyways. Every instructor here is aware of the use of good lighting to set the mood for a scene. Since we’re trying to make everyone comfortable and open to new ideas, they’ll put on the proverbial mood lighting for us. Might even get some music.”
“Oh,” I went to drop my hand from his forearm, but he grasped my fingers in his.
A little thrill raced through me at the sensation of his large hand enveloping my own.
“Anything else bothering you, baby? Let’s talk about it now. I’m here to take care of you, in every way. You just have to tell me what you need, okay?” He lowered his voice and my belly fluttered. “I’m in charge right now. The only thing I require of you is to enjoy yourself and mind your manners. No mouthing off or I’ll gag you, and I’d hate to do that. No, that’s a lie. Someday I’d love to do that, but right now I want you to be able to… express yourself.”
Something about the way he said that made me suspicious, but he merely winked at me. We’d reached the table by this point and he lifted me up, swinging me easily into a seated position with my legs dangling off the edge. The leather beneath my butt was cool, and I avoided looking at the crowd as Caleb instructed two men to bring a screen on stage. They brought up a series of panels with what looked almost like rice paper on them. While they set them up, another guy brought what looked like a light of some kind and set it up over to the side.
Some of the tension seeped from me as Caleb began to both rub my back and remove my jean jacket. He had lovely fingers, slender and strong like an artist’s, and I allowed myself to fall into his chest. The lights above dimmed to almost less than the strength of a candelabra, and the small light behind us turned on. It wasn’t very bright, but I was sure our silhouettes would move about like some kind of shadow-puppet theater.
I giggled and Caleb stopped stroking my shoulders long enough to say, “What?”
“We’re going to be doing shadow-puppet porn,” I whispered to him with a choked giggle.
He buried his face in my neck and laughed, both of us giggling and snorting as quietly as we could before we finally got a hold of ourselves.
Caleb wiped a tear away from his eye before he paused, an oddly intense look tightening the skin around his eyes. He cupped my face in his hands and butterflies exploded inside of me, my hormones going crazy as he closed his eyes and kissed me. His lips caressed mine, coaxing them open, seducing me into kissing him back. He moaned softly and I made some noise in return, too busy wrapping my arms around his neck. I’d wanted to kiss him like this from pretty much the moment I’d met him.
Our tongues stroked against each other, slow and unhurried as Caleb ran his hands up and down my back, pausing to slide over my ass now and again.
When we finally broke apart, I was near panting, and Caleb’s hands had a fine tremor to them as he rubbed my thighs. Pushing my skirt up, he stared at the two pairs of garters holding up both my fishnets, and my stockings. Then he noted the lack of underwear as he lifted the skirt further.
“Fuck me,” he whispered so softly I could barely hear him. “Look at that beautiful little pink cunt. You naughty girl, walking around like this, exposing yourself to everyone whenever you bent over. No wonder your brother sent me to keep track of you.”
I licked my lips, pretending to try to pull down my skirt. “Leave me alone.”
He suddenly had rope in his hands, and before I knew it my hands were tied and over my head.
“Be a good girl and place your feet in the stirrups, or I’ll place these clothespins on your nipples,” he threatened, holding up a pair of old wooden-style clothespins that would hurt like the dickens.
I liked pain, but not as much as those promised.
Like a good girl I did as he said, aware of the image we must be presenting to the audience. A stack of towels was placed on a nearby chair, and a large area rug was situated at my feet. I flushed scarlet as I realized they were making the area around me absorbent. I’d seen women squirt before, it could go really far, and I prayed if I did manage I wouldn’t get the room dirty.
Caleb rudely jerked my tank tops down, tearing them a little as he bared my breasts to the room and jerked my mind back to the present.
“Look at those,” he reached out and gently cupped one of my breasts. “Are you sensitive, or do you need a heavy touch, my Ivy?”
“I’m not your Ivy yet,” I goaded him, yelping when he pinched my nipple.
“You are,” he replied in a mild tone, pinching me even harder and making me moan. “I think you would have liked those clothespins. We’ll try them another time. And I’d think long and hard before you mouth off again. While I may allow you some freedom, when I’m inside of you, any part of me, I want your complete attention. If I feel like I’m not getting it, I’ll do something to make sure you are living in the moment. Sometimes you won’t like what those things are.”
Somewhere nearby a man began to moan, and the hair along my body prickled at the sound.
Caleb moved to stand between my now widespread thighs and pet the small patch of hair I kept on my mound. “You have a very full and puffy pussy, Ivy. And wet.” His thumb grazed my clit and I jerked. “No, be still. If you move I stop.”
I nearly keened in despair as I tried to not respond as he began to touch me. He started by taking his fingers and simply tracing the shape of my sex, dipping his fingers between my folds, tugging gently at the hood of my clit. I positively ached with need as he continued to play, forcing myself to stay still. When his thumb gave my clit a brief caress, my hips moved seemingly of their own accord.
“Bad girl,” Caleb said before he gave my pussy a stinging slap. “Ahh, look at your cunt clench down. You want something to grab onto, something to fill you up, don’t you, Ivy? Say it. Ask me to fill you.”
That damn thumb of his was on my clit again, and I was lost in a storm of pleasure as I said, “Please, Master, I’m so empty.”
His thumb stilled and I cried out in protest, only to have him press down firmly and nearly send me over the edge. “Why, Ivy, that was lovely. Because you asked so nicely, I’m going to give you what you want.”
I forced my eyes open and my head up a little, anticipating seeing him unzip his pants. Instead he was rolling up the sleeves of his hoodie, displaying some serious forearm porn. He must have led an active lifestyle, because the lightly furred skin of his forearms stretched tight over some sculpted muscle.
Taking two of his fingers, he slid them into me and began to stroke the top of my sheath. Right away my body clamped down on him, making Caleb’s nostrils flare as he met my gaze. Electricity zipped through me and I found the sight of him fingering me perhaps the hottest thing I’d ever experienced. I throbbed, my nipples so tight they hurt as his fingers continued to rub and explore, studying my reaction. They moved a little deeper and I jerked against the table as he pressed and rubbed something that had me grunting.
Removing his fingers, he smiled down at me before licking them clean. “Just like I thought, delicious. Are you ready to cum, Ivy?”
Sweating by now, I nodded and pulled uselessly at my arms. “Please, Master.”
He paused to rub his crotch, his thick and healthy erection clearly visible against the fabric. “Love it when you’re sweet like this. Okay, you know how this works and you know to push out when you climax, right?”
I blushed but nodded. “I’ve got it.”
He leaned in closer, nibbling on the sensitive skin on the back of my arm as he said, “I want you to let go completely, Ivy. The more you follow what your body naturally wants to do, the better it will be for you. Don’t expect to flood the room. If I get a trickle I’ll be happy. The only thing I want you to do is feel. I’ll take care of you. Let me do that, trust me, and I will make you feel so good.”
The devil couldn’t have been more tempting than this man.
He could get me to do probably anything he wanted.
“Okay,” I said in a rough voice, “I trust you, for this.”
His pleased smile was accentuated by his fingers slipping back into me. Holding my gaze he began to rub and thrust, fast and hard enough that the bench shook beneath me with each move of his hand. I’d never been finger fucked this hard before, and at first I didn’t know how to respond. Then he switched his position slightly and I cried out.
Pleasure, super intense and all consuming, overtook me. My eyes snapped shut and I swear stars burst around me as he slapped my clit rapidly while pulling his hand away. I bore down and nearly passed out as my body bucked and arched, warmth streaming down over my buttocks. I moaned and shivered, nearly coming off the bench when his fingers returned, playing that part deep inside of me. This time I was an active participant, raising my hips as much as I could, tilting my body to make it feel even better. A steady litany of noises and words fell from me as I encouraged Caleb to keep going.
To never stop.
One orgasm rolled into another, broken here and there by Caleb’s all-consuming kisses and whispered demands. He told me all these filthy things he was going to do to me, how watching me come like this was driving him crazy. How badly he wanted to fuck me but how he wouldn’t do it for the first time in front of strangers. He slapped my breasts, pinched my clit, and bit my nipples so hard they hurt. And I loved every minute of it.
“More,” I whispered, panting and struggling to breathe.
Caleb gave weak laugh, his head resting on my chest as his hand idly stroked my quivering pussy. “Easy there, tiger. I realize this is a new sensation for you, but if we keep going you might have a sub crash and I don’t want that for you. There are classes today that you wanted to attend, and I won’t be the reason that you can’t. So relax, my girl. You were so fucking beautiful. Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Everything about you, every inch of your body, fascinates me. And the way you climax, how good it must feel, knowing I gave that to you? Watching you submit and beg so sweetly? Well, that’s like a drug to Doms.”
I startled as someone placed a blanket over me. Looking up, I found Dr. Joi untying me. She wore a pleased smile, and her hands were gentle as she rubbed my wrists before releasing me.
“Caleb, Ivy,” she said in a low voice as Caleb tucked the heavenly soft blanket around me, “that was lovely. Thank you so much for sharing this moment with the class. I’m sure you’ve convinced more than one person out there to give g-spot orgasms a try. I know I’ll be requesting a few from Dr. Ramsfield tonight.”
With that she walked away and I giggled weakly, feeling drunk. “Oh boy,” I breathed against Caleb’s sweatshirt as I closed my eyes. “Wake me up in like two days.”
Giving my back a brisk rub, Caleb stood, forcing me to sit on my own. He grasped my shoulders and studied my no doubt grumpy face. “You are so damn adorable when you pout. We get a three-hour break for lunch, so you have time to revive. Eat something, then take a two-hour power nap. I’ll see you afterward and I expect you nicely rested.”
I sucked in a deep breath then said, “You’re not my Dom. You can’t tell me what to do.”
He merely laughed, then kissed my forehead. “You keep telling yourself that. I’ve got a few things that need my attention. I’ll see you in Domme Susan’s class. Cherry,” he nodded to a smiling blonde woman wearing a polo shirt with the Ranch’s logo on it, “will help you get back to your room in one piece.”
The woman held up a fluffy white robe with a kind smile. “Here you go. And I already have a bath running for you in your room. You like the scent of peach and jasmine, right? And you’re a fan of vanilla ice cream with caramel sauce?”
I blinked, then nodded at her smiling face. “Um, yes.”
Caleb waved goodbye as the woman helped me into my robe, telling me about the snacks she had ready for me, and that my bed was turned down as well. Evidently the staff at Rawhide was used to doing aftercare, because before I knew it I was clean, full, and falling asleep in my comfy bed.