Master Class (11 page)

“I’m happy for you.”

“So you and Ryan met on Halloween for the first time, right? I don’t remember a lot from that night.” She grinned at Jack, who was visible to them as he stood several feet away, with affection. “He put me pretty deep in subspace that night.”

“Yeah, we did.” Lisette sent a glance toward the guys, who were rigging some sort of restraint system over both of the bondage tables. Her heart skipped a beat.

“And how’s it going so far?”

“Good. Really, really good.” She glanced at Callie. “He took me out for dinner on Monday. Like out on a date. We didn’t do anything BDSM-ish, just had a lovely time.”

“Wow.”

“Why do you react like that?”

“Well, he told you he hasn’t been divorced long, right?”

“He mentioned their marriage broke up over a year ago.”

“Yeah, late summer last year if I recall correctly. But she put him through the wringer. Jack said she fought for every last paper clip and treated him like dirt. Ryan doesn’t like to talk about it, but the process dragged out and took a toll on him. Anyway, he’d only just gotten the final divorce decree a few days before the Halloween party. I guess I’m just surprised he’s jumping into things with both feet, as it were.” She put a hand on Lisette’s arm. “Just don’t expect too much, okay? That bitch of an ex-wife did a number on him. Now, there’s a woman if I ever saw one who deserves a punishment with no safe word.”

Callie’s face darkened, and it was obvious she cared about Ryan even though she didn’t seem to be as close to him as Jack was.

“Bottom line, I’m not sure how ready he is for a serious relationship.”

“Thanks for the warning. I do appreciate it. But we agreed to take things slowly, see where they go from here.”

“A good approach.”

They exchanged a quick, somewhat squicky hug, and both made faces. “I’m glad they have a shower in here. Going all the way back through the club covered in not only olive oil, but likely wax too, doesn’t sound comfortable.”

Callie grinned. “It isn’t especially comfortable. Of course, Jack doesn’t usually let me use olive oil. This will be an interesting experience.”

“Callie,” Jack called from the other room, “are we going to have to come in there and drag you two out? I doubt your respective asses would be fond of that.”

Lisette had to clamp a hand over her mouth when Callie turned away from Jack and stuck her tongue out.

“He can’t see me,” Callie told her with a wicked grin. “But we’d better behave. Jack promised me some time with his new vampire gloves later when we get home, and I can’t decide if I’m nervous or excited as hell about that.”

“Never tried those…”

They stepped out of the bathroom, and the guys helped them climb onto the bondage tables, where they settled their arms down at their sides so they wouldn’t feel quite so vulnerable. Lisette was once again struck by how thoughtful the guys were and how this scene was such a difference from her past experience with Master Taz. That difference was further echoed a moment later when Jack spoke.

“Since Ryan is new to this, we’re going to keep things pretty basic.”

He grabbed two towels and handed one to Ryan, who pushed Lisette’s hair out of the way and put the towel almost like a scarf around her neck.

“The towel will prevent us from going any higher than your shoulders,” Jack continued, glancing over at her bondage table and quickly nodding as if he approved of what he saw so far. “We’re going to restrain your legs spread apart and at a perpendicular angle to your body. That serves two purposes; one, to limit the playing surface, as it were, and two, to keep you open for our pleasure after we cover both of your gorgeous bodies in wax.”

He grinned, and though Lisette didn’t know the man extremely well, it seemed like an expression he didn’t throw out there lightly. She felt a little fissure of joy that her idea had made him happy, at least. Hopefully Ryan would enjoy himself as well.

Ryan finished with the restraints, with the exception of the contraption for her legs, and then watched carefully while Jack trussed up Callie before jumping in to bring Lisette’s own legs into the air. As they were separated and made to point toward the ceiling, she felt a rush of cool air on her pussy and shuddered. Somewhere down by the foot of the table, she heard Ryan chuckle. She couldn’t move her head down much because of the strap around her forehead and could only move side to side with limited motion, but that was okay. Ryan came around and slid his hand into her hair at her nape.

“Ready?”

“Yes, sir.”

He smiled and gave her a quick, possessive kiss. “That’s what I wanted to hear. Let’s have some fun.”

It seemed the playful mood was infectious, and as Jack and Ryan turned away, she was able to turn her head enough to wink at Callie, who suppressed a giggle with obvious difficulty. When the guys turned back, each had a candle in his hand.

No turning back now.

Lisette wasn’t worried about the wax play, per se. She fully trusted Ryan wouldn’t put her in a dangerous situation if he could prevent it, which was why he’d asked Jack to do the scene together. But anytime she tried something new in this world it was like a shiny, fun adventure—at least until she knew whether or not she liked it. She’d tried several things she hadn’t enjoyed and had used her safe word to end scenes more than once, especially with Master Taz, who seemed to pride himself on pushing her to use it. While she was aware that was something all Doms did to a certain extent, he’d gone too far one too many times.

She heard a quick hiss of breath from Callie and soon found herself echoing it as a blazing hot line seemed to bisect her from collarbone to below her navel. The burn quickly faded, though, to something warmer, more intimate. That feeling went straight to her pussy, and she had to stifle a moan. Ryan came into her field of vision.

“Color?”

“Green, sir. Very, very green so far.”

He smirked. “We’ll proceed, then.”

“Please do, sir.”

Then she felt a line of wax going from side to side just over her navel. This one also started out quite hot but then blended in with the other to create an interesting mix of sensations, an edgy pleasure-pain much like she felt during anal play. Lisette was pretty sure she could become addicted to this.

She’d quickly figured out that Ryan was watching where Jack was placing the wax on Callie and then following suit on her, and when he dropped wax directly on both nipples, Lisette hissed, her teeth clenching.

“Color?”

“Green, sir.”

Jack and Callie weren’t communicating much verbally, but Lisette knew when two people had been together as long as the two of them had been, they didn’t always need words. She wanted that someday, and maybe Ryan would be the man she could have it with. Lisette looked at him as best she could in her bonds. The expression on his face, a combination of natural confidence in his ability to dominate, along with absolute attention to what Jack was doing, made her pussy clench. She bit her lip.

He turned back and reached up to pull her lip out of her teeth. “None of that. I want to hear you.”

“Yes, sir.” She sent him an encouraging smile, and he turned back to watch his mentor once more. Out of her peripheral vision, she could see Jack seemed to be changing to another type of candle, and Lisette was curious about how different this one would feel. She didn’t have to wait long as the wax soon outlined each of her breasts. Her back arched, but she was able to calm her reaction and return to lie flat on the table. This candle was noticeably hotter, and her breath caught briefly while she processed the pain and it morphed. Ryan concentrated fully on her, obviously studying her expression.

“Color?”

“Still green, sir.”

“Did that wax feel different?”

“Yes, sir. Hotter. But I saw you change candles, so I expected something different, and it was okay.”

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, his voice deep and with a noticeable rasp. “Maybe we’ll have to blindfold you next time so you can’t peek.” Ryan bit down on her earlobe and then released it, continuing. “You have no idea how awesomely sexy you look right now. I can’t wait to fuck you.”

She looked at him. “Is awesomely even a word, Mr. College Professor?”

He reached down and landed a hard spank on the side of her thigh. “It is if I say it is.”

“Ow. Yes, sir.”

Straightening, he turned his attention to Jack once more, and when he came back, he had two candles, one in each hand.

“Close your eyes, girl. Feel everything.”

Obediently she forced her eyes to close and almost immediately her torso felt like an inferno. She gasped.

“Color, sub?” she heard Ryan say in a loud voice, obviously meant to clear through the haze.

“Green,” she responded as she lay there, starting to pant.

She sensed him come closer. “Open your eyes.” Seemingly satisfied by what he saw there, he moved away again. “Now close them again, girl.”

A few moments later, more wax covered both breasts, and she couldn’t stop herself from arching up again. “Yellow, sir.”

Ryan was immediately by her side, stroking down her cheek with his hand. Jack was right behind him. “Do we need to do anything? Are you hurting?”

“No, sir. I think I’m just getting overloaded. Bombarded with sensation.” She couldn’t think of a better word, but her addled mind needed to use the brainpower available to her at the moment to process the myriad feelings. None could be spared for further accuracy.

“Not a problem, girl,” Jack replied. “You can have a rest. I think we’re about through anyway.”

Ryan glanced down at her and grinned.

“There’s not much more left to cover.”

“I can feel that, sir.”

“Do you like it?”

She thought for a moment. “In a lot of ways, I loved it. I’d do it again.”

“But?”

“But maybe a little slower, more sensual.”

“Ah,” Ryan replied, leaning down to trace his tongue along her jaw. When he reached her ear, he bit down, and she moaned. “Next time we’ll try slower, see if we can’t drive you a little more crazy.”

He nudged her head to the side a little with his nose and then placed openmouthed kisses right below her ear before moving the towel slightly and biting down hard on her pulse point, then pulling the skin into his mouth for a hard suck. Vaguely, she wondered how many scarves she had, because that was surely going to leave a mark.

From the noises coming from the next table, Jack and Callie were engaged similarly, but Lisette only had eyes for her man.

My man?

Chapter Seven

Her heart skipped at least a couple of beats. Did she want him for her permanent Dom? Maybe for even more, something like Jack and Callie had? She frowned as she recalled the warning Callie had issued in the bathroom.

“Hey, what’s that look for?”

“Nothing,” she lied.

He saw right through her, and even that made her breath seize in her chest. How did he read her so well?

“Sub…”

There was an easily discernible note of warning in his tone, but how could she tell him what was on her mind? Especially here, with Jack and Callie right by them.

“Can you loosen the wrist restraints just a little bit? They’re pulling at my shoulders.”

Ryan immediately loosened the one closest to him and then reached over her wax-covered body to get the other one. “Better?”

“Much, yes.” Lisette sent him a watery smile, hoping he didn’t put too much stock in her facial expressions and just believed she was physically uncomfortable. She was uncomfortable, all right, but it didn’t have a damn thing to do with the wax. She needed time to ponder everything. That time wouldn’t come until later, however. Ryan leaned down again.

“I’m going to fuck that hot, tight pussy now. It’s going to be hard and fast. You received your pleasure; now I’ll get mine.”

With that he moved to the end of the table and she heard a zipper lower and then a condom packet opening. She could see in her peripheral vision that Jack was already at his sub’s feet, apparently pounding away into her. Callie was moaning, and he in turn was talking in low tones to her. Lisette couldn’t quite make out the words, but Jack appeared to be very much a dirty talker, and his sub was obviously enjoying it, judging from the noises she was making. Maybe he’d taught Ryan how to do that too.

Lisette’s attention was seized by Ryan once more as he parted her swollen pussy lips and plunged a finger into her.

“Soaking wet.”

She wondered if he could hear Jack better and if he’d mirror any of the filthy sentiments leaving the other Dom’s mouth as he took his woman. She found herself hoping he did. It would be something to experience Ryan completely taking her over. Every time they’d done something like this previously, he’d been at her back and she’d been unable to see him, save for a few blowjobs, when she’d been able to see his face. Now if she craned her neck and looked down her body, she could see him from his shoulders up as he appeared through the V of her legs.

Without fanfare, he pushed his hard cock as deep into her pussy as possible, bumping her cervix. He growled, and she felt her pussy gush juices around him.

“Fuck, yes.”

“Take me, sir.”

“I’ll do whatever I want, sub. And right now, I’m gonna fuck you hard.”

With that, he grabbed hold of her thighs and began to pump in and out with long, measured strokes, each time hitting her cervix again. Normally that might’ve hurt, but she found herself waiting for it to happen each time so she could feel the resulting slight pain. It mixed with the sensation of the cooling wax on her torso into a kind of edgy pleasure, and she rode it.

She was slipping into subspace and finally felt safe enough to really let go. Her head lolled a little as Ryan used her body to slake his own lust, and after a couple of minutes he grabbed her clit in two fingers, and she cried out. Ryan rubbed her without mercy.

“Come for me.”

Her body reacted, almost completely apart from what small part of her conscious mind still functioned, and she arched off the table, screaming her release. He soon followed with a loud series of grunts, fucking into her so hard he was moving her on the table despite the restraints. Finally she opened her eyes to see him pushing her hair back. He placed a soft kiss on her lips.