Chapter 7
CHAPTER 7
Ivy
Mistress Susan stood before us like a confident 80s soap-opera goddess, her sexual appeal not dulled in the least by her age.
“I am going to once again remind everyone here that this is a fully adult class. We will be showing body parts, we will be playing with body parts, and we will be doing things with body parts that may make you squirm and blush.” She gave a soft chuckle then said, “Then again, considering this crowd, maybe not. Either way, this is your last warning. If live sexual acts make you uncomfortable, please feel free to leave without any hard feelings. I appreciate your honesty and your sticking to your own personal boundaries.”
She waited a moment, surveying the crowd with her cat-like blue eyes before nodding. “Well then, my adorable little perverts, let’s get started, shall we? I’d like to introduce you to Caleb, a Dominant and member of our staff who has decided to join in the fun of Spirit Week. Everyone say hello to Caleb.”
“Hey,” Caleb said in his smooth, deep voice that made my hormones purr.
He tossed his dark hair away from his eyes as he smiled and gave the room a wave. More than a few wolf whistles rang out, as well as women cheering him like he’d just scored a touchdown in the Super Bowl. Not that I could blame them. At some point Caleb had taken off his sweatshirt and the t-shirt beneath which bore the image of a skeleton with a mohawk and some band I didn’t know, clung to his well-defined body.
I’d never noticed before how built he was. Not thick, but very defined and delicious. I couldn’t see any tattoos on his forearms, but the way the muscles and tendons flexed as he waved was entrancing. He cut a perfect figure from his broad shoulders down to his slender hips. And he had some nice, thick thighs as well. The kind you only got from hard work.
I wonder if he got those thighs from riding horses and helping around the Ranch.
A working man’s muscled body.
Rough and yearning for a woman’s soft touch.
My gaze returned to his face and hot tingles washed over me as our eyes met.
“Normally I’d ask for another volunteer,” she turned and I swear she was staring straight at me as she said, “but it appears Caleb has already selected his partner. Ivy in the lovely dress, would you please join us on stage, darling?”
I swallowed hard as she pointed right at me, anxiety rolling through me. I’d always been a good student, the teacher’s pet in more than one class. Many of my teachers knew that I’d been practically raising my siblings and had helped me with tutoring and extra credit. It didn’t matter that I was pretending to be back in high school, when Mistress Susan nailed me with her gaze I sat up straighter and tensed in anticipation.
“Come on, don’t be shy,” Mistress Susan said to me as she continued to point at me, making everyone turn in their seats to look around, “you know Caleb, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I responded immediately. “He’s my big brother’s best friend. My brother sent him here to keep an eye on me, but Caleb is really trying to corrupt me.”
I don’t know why I’d added the last part, but the gleam in Mistress Susan’s eyes told me I’d pleased her.
“How delightful! Well then, I do enjoy a good role play. Yes.” She clapped her hands together, her eyes sparkling as she said, “Would you like to play with us, Ivy?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I managed to say through my suddenly dry lips.
Next to me, Jennifer made a squeeing noise that barely penetrated the fog threatening to descend over me. I was an exhibitionist, it was true, but I also got stage fright. Weird, but that was how my mind worked. The same thing happened when I was giving business presentations. Once I got going with my speech I was fine, but in the time leading up to the big event I was often a hot ball of anxiety.
This was no different.
“Lucky bitch,” a female voice whispered from somewhere behind me as I smoothed my skirt.
Jennifer whispered louder, “Have fun! I love watching you two together. It’s so hot. The way he makes your whole body shake is amazing and you have such pretty breasts with the pinkest nipples I’ve ever seen. Go get ’em!”
Her audacious cheer broke through my paralysis.
I made my way up the aisle, apologizing to people I bumped into and cursing my choice of white heels as I almost fell twice. The desks were pressed close together to fit as many people into the room as they could, and the class was full. More than one stranger had to actually help me, and I was a blushing and embarrassed mess by the time I made it to the front.
Mistress Susan gave me a head-to-toe sweep with her eyes, then said as she removed her microphone, “Come with me, lovely girl. We need to have a quick chat before we start.”
She motioned to me as Tyler came forward, explaining that the audience was expected to play along with the roleplay we’d established.
I followed her but stole a quick peek at Caleb.
He was watching me with a hungry expression that sent a hot pulse through the core of my body.
“Can’t keep your eyes off each other, I see,” Mistress Susan murmured close to my ear.
I jerked, startled, and would have fallen if she didn’t steady me.
“Sorry,” I whispered back, “I’m so sorry I should have been paying attention, Mistress.”
“For the moment, call me Susan. The role play switch is officially turned off. I want to make sure that you are okay with doing this presentation. If you aren’t, please let me know. This lesson will include edging to orgasm. Do you have any experience in edging?”
I gave her a small smile. “I do. Not to your level of expertise, I’m certain, but I have an ex who was into it. He was very skilled.”
She placed her hands on my shoulders and gave them a gentle squeeze. “Wonderful, wonderful. That will help immensely. I don’t want to tell you much more about what I have planned, but I’m asking you to trust me. What I’m going to request will seem unconventional at first, but I believe you will be pleasantly surprised by the results.”
I searched her face but found nothing but honesty and a hint of laughter in her eyes. She was up to something, but whatever it was, she didn’t seem like a malicious person. And I’d read a couple books that her submissive, Tyler, had written and knew Mistress Susan was a sadist, but she was a sadist with a heart. Besides, Rawhide had an impeccable reputation in the kink community. If I wasn’t safe exploring here with one of their instructors, I wasn’t safe anywhere.
Plus, I liked Mistress Susan and wanted to see what her devious mind had come up with.
“I trust you. Are Caleb and I still role playing corruptor and curious young girl?”
“Absolutely.” She held both hands out to me, her bright smile warming me from the inside out. “We are going to have so much fun. You see, I was never a big fan of men preventing women from exploring the world. I know Caleb and I am sure that in the brief time you’ve known each other, Caleb has been overprotective of you.”
“Real life Caleb or big brother’s friend Caleb?”
“They are one in the same, aren’t they? With the way he is watching you, and the ‘back off’ vibes he’s sending me, I can tell you two have a strong connection. He wouldn’t want another man, or woman near you until he can get his ring on your collar. I must say, it’s nice to see him with stars in his eyes for once.”
As she said this, she fingered the empty silver ring hanging from the now navy-blue leather collar around my neck.
It went with my dress.
“Look at him,” Mistress Susan tilted her head in Caleb’s direction as Tyler continued to entertain the class, their laughter almost smothering her words. “He doesn’t like me touching you, even indirectly. Possessive, territorial, and primed to explode. He is a man who will be exceptionally fun to play with.”
When I dared to peek at Caleb out of the corner of my eye, I found him standing next to the restraint chair, staring daggers at Mistress Susan.
I discreetly gave him the finger as I said to her, “I’m sorry, he can be a caveman sometimes. Ignore him.”
The brat in me had added the last part and Mistress Susana burst out laughing.
“Yes, that’s the spirit. Keep that attitude going and I’ll show you how to enslave a man.”
“Enslave?”
“Oh yes. Once he experiences the pleasure I’ll teach you to share with him, he’ll be addicted to you.” We both glanced over to Caleb, who brooded at us with his arms crossed. “If he isn’t already. Either way, you’re about to blow his mind with pleasure. Enjoy!”
A thrill raced through me. Of course the logical part of me knew that her words weren’t literally true, but they thrilled me, nonetheless. I loved pleasing my partners. I was a giver, and I considered myself rather skilled in bed. Heck, I’d studied sex like I’d studied coding, and immensely enjoyed the results of my sexual research more than the tech.
But I was always up to learning new things, and I had a feeling Mistress Susan was going to give me one heck of an experience.
“Okay, back we go into classroom mode. I am once again Mistress Susan, and you are a student in my class, Ivy. You are aware that if you refuse my orders during an instructional demonstration you’ll be kicked out of my class and failed. So you must do whatever I say. Feel free to improvise as long as you stay in character. Most of all, have fun, because I certainly will.”
I shivered, suddenly glad I’d taken the time to put on some killer lingerie and taken a quick shower. The reality of what I was about to do settled into me, adding to the throb of my body responding to her authority. And to the feeling of Caleb devouring me with his gaze.
I turned to look at him, only to find Caleb glowering at me as Mistress Susan returned to the front of the class. Caleb narrowed his lovely eyes at me, but I gave him a bright and merry smile. Some adrenaline-seeking part of me enjoyed annoying him. I knew I might pay a price for poking at him, but I couldn’t help myself. I mean, he was going to edge me under Mistress Susan’s guidance anyways, I might as well have some fun with him.
“Ms. Ivy,” Mistress Susan said in a loud voice, startling me out of my staring contest with Caleb. “Come to the front of the class, please. The rest of you read chapter twenty-one and do the outline, quietly.”
From somewhere overhead came what sounded like the hum of a classroom, louder than the actual class before us. Interesting. It blocked out any comments from the class that might disrupt us—there was always at least one mouthy asshole in every group—yet it didn’t take away from the atmosphere.
Mistress Susan’s desk looked like most of the teachers’ desks that I’d stood next to over the years.
Though none of those sturdy wood desks had ever had a red leather flogger draped across one corner.
I shifted on my heels before her, assuming what I thought of as the neutral submissive position. My hands at my sides, back straight, feet slightly parted and knees bent just a little bit. I held this position for all of a few seconds before my hands nervously smoothed down the silky synthetic fabric of my vintage dress. She sat on the edge of the desk and regarded me with a kind expression.
Mistress Susan’s expression turned icy as she said, “Ivy, Caleb confessed about what he did.”
I gave her a blank look, then glanced over to where Tyler and Caleb were speaking on the other side of the large platform, past the chair.
“He did?”
“Yes. He told me that he was the one who copied off of your test. I am so sorry you had to endure a day of being suspended, but we had to make sure who the real culprit was. To his credit, Mr. Caleb came to us and confessed.”
“He did?” I repeated, sounding to myself like an idiot. “I mean. Wow, I’m so glad he did.”
“Yes, but now I’m afraid we’ve come to the unpleasant matter of his punishment. Cheating is taken very seriously here at Rawhide. He could be put on academic suspension and he could have damaged your reputation forever. If you wanted to, you could push for him to be suspended.”
“No,” I said quickly, getting into the role and loosening up a bit. “That’s okay. He’s a good guy, he really is. He just… I don’t know. I guess he’s just stupid sometimes.”
“Hey now,” Caleb called out from behind me. “I was tired because I had to pick you up from a frat party and save you from your drunk date.”
“I was fine,” I yelled back and heard some laughter even through the murmuring and white noise soundtrack. “I didn’t need you there.”
“Yeah, well while you were passed out sleeping, I was driving your friends back to their houses. I got two hours sleep, and no studying thanks to you.”
I actually felt slightly guilty as I sniped back, “I didn’t ask for your help.”
“No, you little idiot, you didn’t. Thankfully your friends aren’t as irresponsible as you. They called me once your boyfriend got so drunk he smashed a chair through a window. Great guy, Ivy. Nice choice. I was totally wrong when I said he was a psycho dickhead.”
His sarcasm prickled my temper, but before I could respond Mistress Susan said, “Enough. Ivy, you have a decision to make. Since it seems as if you both erred, I will give you a choice. You can either take a punishment together or face the principal.”
“I…” actual butterflies filled my belly as I thought about all the ways Caleb could edge me. “I choose the punishment.”
Tyler began preparing the straps of the chair and my arousal went up a notch.
“And you, Caleb,” Mistress Susan said in a sugary sweet voice that set my teeth on edge. “What do you choose?”
“Punishment,” he said as he met her gaze with a glare that practically screamed how he was going to fuck me into the nearest wall.
“Very well. Caleb, please remove your hoodie and shirt.”
I waited for instructions to remove some item of clothing, but she said nothing as I stood there, watching Caleb pull his shirt off. When his flat abs were revealed, whistles cut through the noise again and I couldn’t help but agree. If I’d seen Caleb without his shirt the first time we’d met I would have dragged him back to my room with me. The man was built, and the bulge going on in his jeans begged to be explored.
He gave a little flex of his chest as he caught me ogling, and I merely fanned myself in return. His laughter had me smiling and I continued to take him in. No tattoos, which was odd in this day and age, just lots of smooth skin stretched tight over honed muscle. He had a little body fat, he wasn’t ripped and lean, but it only added to his overall appeal. And he had dark chest hair that I wanted to rub my face against. His nipples were a pale dusky-pink color due to the pale nature of his skin, and I wondered if he had a pink cock as well.
The happy trail leading to his jeans also begged a great deal of exploration.
“Tyler,” Mistress Susan said in a loud voice, shoving me rudely out of my daydreams, “strap Caleb into the chair.”
Wait… what?
Caleb had the same thought, because he held up his hands and said, “Hold on, you’re putting me in the chair?”
“Of course,” Mistress Susan replied with a smile that I could only describe as sharp. “This is a punishment, Caleb. Excuses or not, you cheated. Did you think I was going to put Ivy in the chair? Why in the world would I reward you like that? If this is too much, you’re free to leave and go to the principal’s office at any time. But Ivy will still take her punishment like a good girl. Won’t you.”
Our earlier talk still filled my mind as I said, “Of course.”
“See?” She gave him a triumphant smile as he huffed out a sigh, then gave a rueful shake of his head.
Caleb looked up, and the smile he gave me took my breath.
When he turned to Mistress Susan that smile vanished and he said, “I am yours to punish.”
“Almost,” she moved to my side and put her arm lightly around my shoulders. “Ivy will be doing the punishing, with my help of course.”
“Um,” I whispered, “I don’t like to hurt people.”
“Don’t worry, darling. This will be very educational for you. Think of it as a personal master class in edging. You just get to practice on someone who has probably never been on the receiving end of the edging before. Imagine how good you can make him feel when he finally comes. He’ll shoot the back of your head off if you let him release in your mouth, so I’d suggest your hand. That way you can watch him writhe with pleasure so intense it’s painfully good.”
I watched Tyler strap Caleb into the chair, the deep-gray leather restraints lined with soft black fur. There were similar cuffs on Tyler’s ankles, but the adjustable legs would allow for movement while keeping Caleb restrained. Right now he was seated in a traditional style, with the back of the chair slightly tilted. I once again found myself wanting to lick and bite all that exposed skin, and my pussy clenched when I realized I could.
If I was edging Caleb, I could touch as much of him as I wanted to.
The idea left me feeling oddly heady and I sounded rather breathy as I said, “Let’s do it.”
Caleb blinked in surprise, then gave me a slow smile that sent all kinds of lovely feelings racing through my blood. Warmth settled over me as the lights dimmed slightly, giving a more intimate atmosphere. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the lights of the classroom were almost completely off, leaving me feeling rather alone on the stage.
Well, other than the instructors and Caleb.
My skin prickled as Mistress Susan whispered in my ear, “Go ahead, he’s all yours. Touch him as you wish. I’ll let you play a bit before we start. Who knew all of that muscly goodness lay beneath his suits.”
Who knew indeed?
I walked across the stage, vaguely aware of the class watching me, and approached Caleb slowly.
He was mine.
All mine.
The thought made me smile, and Caleb frowned in return.
“That smile,” he said in a low voice as I drew closer, “is nothing but trouble.”
“Trouble of the best kind,” I agreed as I bopped the tip of his nose with my finger. “How does it feel to have our positions reversed?”
I loved the arrogant twist to his smile as he said, “Savor the flavor, baby. This won’t be happening again anytime soon.”
“That,” I murmured against his lips, “would be a shame because I think you are really going to enjoy this.”
He groaned softly, “Ivy, anything you do to me I’ll enjoy, I have no doubt about that. But this little act of rebellion will have consequences. I promise you.”
Little did he know being put in my place only turned me on.
At least in the bedroom.
In real life anyone who tried to do that was in for a rude awakening.
But here, in the safety of doing this scene with Caleb, I could be me.
And it felt so freeing.
So good.
My smile was genuine as I pulled back and looked down at Caleb, placing my hands on the chair behind his head. “Relax, you’ll have fun. I promise you . Now, what’s your safe word?”
He shook his head, a warmth in his gaze reaching deep inside of me and stroking places I didn’t know existed. “Dog breath.” He grinned and I couldn’t help but smile back as he said, “You are so fucking beautiful. Go ahead, Ivy, do as you worst. I’m yours. Just remember, before you get too carried away with the edging, that there will be consequences.”
“I can’t wait.”