Master Class (5 page)

“Sorry to say, yes. Anyway…”

Ryan waited a few beats and then said, “I called to see how you are today. Last night was pretty intense.”

“It was. But I’m okay. How are you, sir?”

His chest puffed up a little that Lisette was still calling him “sir” even outside the scene. “I’m well. I’ve got a stack of papers to grade today.”

“I’ve got errands and laundry. It’s a fascinating life I lead.”

“What do you do?”

“My job? Oh. I’m an events planner for a company here in town.”

“That sounds pretty interesting.” More interesting than the Composition 101 classes he was teaching at the moment as the low man on the totem pole in the English department.

“It is, but it also means I’m out of town a week or two every month, depending on trade shows and other events we’re doing.”

“Will you be in town this upcoming weekend?”

“Actually, I get home Saturday during the day.”

“Can I see you at the club Saturday night?”

“Sure. If there’s a problem, I’ll call you, now that I’ve got your number.”

Ryan could hear the humor in her voice and laughed. “Touché.” He cleared his throat. “Do you have a webcam?”

“Yes, sir.”

“One night this week, I’d like to chat through the webcam.”

“I think that could be arranged. Sir.” She paused for a beat and added, “It’s on my personal laptop, but I can bring that along.”

“You’re sure that’s not a problem?”

“Not at all. I oftentimes take it, since my work one is pretty slow.”

He was a little surprised she hadn’t questioned why he wanted to do the chat over the webcam, but then figured her submissive training had kicked in so she’d swallowed the question.

“Good. Text me when you’ll be at the hotel some night, and we’ll set it up.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Have a good trip.”

Hanging up the phone, he sauntered into the living room to get comfy on the couch for his marathon grading session. As he walked past the large mirror in the foyer, he caught his own reflection.

“I’m grinning like a fucking moron. Very smooth.” Shaking his head, he walked past.

* * * *

A few days later, Lisette and Ryan were slated to chat at eight in the evening, and it was now seven thirty. Ryan’s webcam wasn’t cooperating, and as he uttered another string of swear words, he hoped he wouldn’t have to cancel. Ever since Lisette had texted him yesterday that she’d be free tonight, his cock had been half-hard. He had plans for her—plans she was as yet unaware of.

After changing into a T-shirt and a pair of track pants so his poor cock had some room, Ryan signed in to the chat client a few moments before eight and clicked on her name. The screen came up, and he saw Lisette sitting on the bed in her hotel room.

Perfect.

“Hey, it’s Ryan. My webcam isn’t cooperating. I can see you. Can you see me?”

“No, sir.”

“Is that okay?”

“Sure.”

“Sure?”

“Yes, sir.”

“All right then.” Ryan was actually glad she couldn’t see his face. He was still learning how to control his emotions and his nervousness but didn’t want to show any weakness. “I’d like to do a scene.”

“All right, sir.”

Her hand drifted to the center of her chest, and he wondered if her heart had sped up at his proclamation. “Strip. Stand next to the bed, and turn the laptop so I can see you undress.”

“Yes, sir.”

Lisette did as he bade, and he settled farther into the couch cushions, watching as each item of clothing was removed and her body was once again revealed to him.

This is way hotter than watching porn.

His dick agreed.

“Now prop up some pillows and lie on your back on the bed. Spread your legs. I want your pussy visible to me.”

She swallowed and nodded before climbing back onto the bed and situating herself. “Is the way I’m positioned acceptable to you, sir?”

“You’d know if it wasn’t. Get your nipples nice and hard for me. Squeeze them.” She did, and he immediately commanded, “Harder.” Her mouth opened a little. “Harder still. Good. Now hold them that way.” He used his watch to count to thirty seconds without saying another word. “You can release them.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“So how was your week?”

“What?”

“Excuse me, sub?”

Lisette shook her head, blinking a couple of times. “I’m sorry, sir. Your question surprised me.”

“A Dom isn’t allowed to care about a sub’s working life?”

“Of course you are, and of course you’re free to ask whatever questions you want, sir.”

“Pinch your nipples again. This time to the point of pain, and hold them until I give you permission to release them.”

“Y-yes, sir.”

She did, and he watched closely as her facial expression belied her discomfort. Then he alternated between watching her face and checking his watch. When sixty seconds had passed, he spoke again.

“You may release them.” With an audible sigh of relief, she did. Her nipples were now very hard and red. “Now hopefully you won’t forget the proper way to address me. How has your week been?”

“Not bad, sir. Chicago is a strange place to work, though. The unions are really strong in this town, and a little intimidating for someone like me to deal with. You get the feeling if you bitch too much, you’ll be swimming with the fishes, you know?”

Ryan’s hackles rose. “Do you feel like you’re in danger?” The question came out sharper than he’d intended. “I’m sorry for my tone. But if you really feel afraid, I want you to tell someone.”

“I will, sir.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise, sir.”

“Spread your pussy lips with your fingers.” He wanted to keep her off guard, and it appeared to be working. Lisette was obviously thrown by another abrupt change in topic, but she took it more in stride this time, reaching down with both hands and opening her lips to reveal the wet, dark pink tissue underneath. “Put a finger in your pussy, and then hold it up to the camera, nice and close, so I can see it.”

Lisette shifted on the bed, and Ryan decided that wasn’t a bad idea. Leaning back a bit more, he tugged the waistband and pulled them and his boxers down to his knees. Taking his rock-hard cock in his hand, he began to slowly stroke. She obeyed his command and brought her finger, visibly wet with her arousal, close to the camera.

Jack hadn’t told him if he should let Lisette come or not, but he supposed it was up to him. If he wanted her to play with him, though, he figured he’d better give her some reciprocation, since it was obvious if they continued this way, he was going to come.

“Put your finger in your mouth, and suck it like it’s my dick.”

Where the fuck am I coming up with this stuff?

His cock jumped in his hand when Lisette moaned and buried the digit in her mouth before making a show of swirling her tongue around it.

“I told you to suck it, not lick it.”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

The finger popped back into her mouth, but before she could do anything else he said, “Take it out and pinch your nipples again.” Now she groaned but obeyed. This time he had her hold them for two full minutes, playing with his cock and spreading the copious amounts of precum down over the shaft. “You may release them. Are you starting to figure out what will happen when you don’t obey me?”

“Yes, sir. And I’m sorry, sir. I just—”

“Just what?” Lisette stared at the comforter to her left and bit her lip. Even though it was ridiculously difficult for him to do so, he remained silent. Finally she raised her gaze to his, and his breath seized inside his chest. Ryan wondered if she knew how much of her emotions were reflected in her eyes. No doubt if she did, she wouldn’t want him to have seen the mixture of lust and vulnerability displayed openly in them.

“You…you do something to me, sir.” He waited, and she continued. “You fry my circuits, for lack of a better phrase.”

“And is that a good thing?”

She gave him a little smile. “A very good thing, sir.”

“Did you bring any sex toys with you?”

“Um, a vibrator, sir.”

“Go get it.”

“Do you want me to turn the laptop so you can see what I’m doing?”

“No, that’s all right,” he replied. “But thank you for asking, girl.”

Soon she returned to the bed. “What would you like me to do, sir?”

“Fuck yourself with it as if it was my dick until you come all over it.”

“God, but you talk really well, sir.”

“Thank you. Now get busy.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You have three minutes.”

He had no idea if that was adequate time or not, but he didn’t want to sit there trying to stave off his own orgasm for long moments while she worked the vibrator in and out. Ryan wasn’t at all sure he could even control his body’s reaction. It was something he’d need to work on to be a Dom, according to Jack. How did one work on that?

Looking down at his watch, he estimated how much time had already gone by. The slow stroking he’d been doing was keeping him on the edge, and now he sped up his movements. Several strokes later he came into his hand, nearly putting his two front teeth through his lip to remain quiet. Lisette wasn’t paying much attention to him, but for some reason, it seemed important that she didn’t know he’d come.

Her back bowed off the bed, and she let out a long, low groan as her release took over.

Man, she’s fucking amazing when she’s coming.

When she began to return to reality, she gasped out, “Can I turn the vibrator off, sir?”

“Yes, you may. Take it out and show it to me.” He leaned in and grabbed a tissue from the box on the coffee table, while also inspecting the vibrator. “Did you enjoy that?”

“It was pretty hot, sir.”

“Do you wish it was my cock?”

Lisette moaned. “Oh God, yes, sir.”

“If you’re a good girl on Saturday, maybe I’ll fuck you again.”

She shuddered. “Thank you, sir.”

“See you at eight.” He hung up, wanting to keep her off-kilter, and finished wiping off his hand. Ryan couldn’t freaking wait for Saturday.

* * * *

“You look suspiciously…happy for the last day of a trade show,” Lisette’s friend Andrea remarked when Lisette strode into their booth area.

“I do?”

“Yes, you do.” Andrea cocked her head. “It’s weird.”

Lisette stuck her tongue out at her friend. “How’s everything here?”

Andrea made a face. “I think a lot of people have already taken off for home. It’s like a ghost town compared to Wednesday and yesterday.”

“Good. Maybe we can start breaking down early.”

“Wouldn’t that be nice? You’re here until tomorrow anyway, though, right?”

Lisette sighed. “Yeah. And I hope I’m not delayed getting home.”

“Hot date?”

Lisette felt her face flush as her friend’s mouth dropped open.

“Oh my God, you
do
have a hot date! Tell me, tell me!”

“Not much to tell,” she mumbled. Why were there never any convenient holes to sink into when you needed to?

“Who is he? Where did you meet him?”

Oh, so not going there
… She did her best to hedge. “He’s a professor. I met him through friends. But we’ve only been on one date.”
If you can call that scene a “date.”

Lisette held in a snort. She doubted most women did the kinds of things she’d done with Ryan when they were on first dates. But then again, she wasn’t most women, and that’s what she’d wanted. She refused to feel bad about it. After a couple of her friends had found out about her kink, they’d been flabbergasted. A few had been disgusted, so now she kept her sex life to herself. It was nobody’s business.

As soon as Ryan walked into the club last week, Lisette had fixated on him. She’d watched him interact with Jack and Callie, a couple she recognized from right before she left Master Taz, but had never met personally. He seemed comfortable in his skin and yet a little nervous, which was an irresistible combination. She’d sniffed him out as a new Dom almost immediately. For some reason he seemed like the perfect guy to ease back into the lifestyle with. Lisette hadn’t been wrong.

Andrea must’ve sensed her reluctance to talk about it. She knew how badly Lisette’s last relationship had ended, she just hadn’t known why. With a brief squeeze to her shoulder, Andrea smiled.

“Good luck. You know I’m always around if you need me, right?”

“I do.” Lisette drew her friend into a quick hug. She felt bad for being so evasive, and her gut told her Andrea would be okay with her choice to be a submissive, but that moment, in the middle of the trade show floor, was not a good time for a confession like that.

* * * *

On Saturday night, Lisette dressed with care. She was tired from her busy week, but the thought of seeing Ryan again had her heart beating like a hummingbird’s wings. He’d texted her yesterday afternoon, and her pussy had instantly reacted, flooding with juices right out there on the show floor. Lisette was lucky no one was close at the time, or they no doubt would’ve smelled her arousal.

Ryan had sent her clothing to wear tonight after convincing Callie to call her for her address, saying he felt like a stalker looking it up online. He’d thought it might be less threatening if Callie called rather than him, and he’d been right. Lisette appreciated that he was trying to make her feel safe and giving her an out if she wasn’t willing to disclose her address. At the same time, he’d apparently asked Callie to estimate Lisette’s sizes, and she and Callie had had a good laugh over that.

Dressing in the corset she’d found in the box, she then pulled out and put on the French-cut panties and short black skirt. With her large breasts, she’d never been a huge fan of corsets, always feeling like she was falling out of them, but this one seemed to be made of sturdier material than most. She suspected Callie had helped Ryan pick it out. She had a strong feeling she wouldn’t be wearing it long. What did he have in store for her?

Following Ryan’s instructions, she took a cab to the club and paid with the cash he’d thoughtfully also tucked into the box. She knew if she didn’t use the money he’d given her for the cab ride and he asked her, there was no way she would’ve been able to lie to him. Lisette had a feeling not following his explicit directions was a spankable offense at the very least, and though he wasn’t her Dom, she doubted that would stop him from administering a punishment spanking. The thought excited her and made her anxious in turns. His paddling had been heady, and her pussy had gushed, but would she feel the same about a punishment spanking?