Naughty Bits Part II: The Training Session (4 page)

The ironic thing was she could have all these cynical thoughts and still not want to be doing anything different from what she was doing right now.

“Put your cheek against his shoulder, Madison. You’ll be more comfortable, and it will relax your body into his.” He gave her hair that tug again. “If you were my sub, you would have earned a punishment as severe as his tonight, with that little bump and grind of yours.”

The idea sent a startling thrill through her vitals. Troy’s body twitched against hers. When she laid her cheek on his chest, his breath stirred her hair.

“No sir,” Troy said quietly. “I’d take both of our punishments.”

“Protecting her, hmm? Just what I’d expect of you. Don’t tighten up on me, boy, or I’ll make it worse.”

In this position, she couldn’t see Logan, but she could certainly feel the results of his presence. When that slapper hit again, Troy’s body became as rigid as a plank, but he made a visible effort to relax, to do as Logan commanded. Her fingers curled, and she closed her eyes as the next strike came.

She’d witnessed the close relationship between pleasure and pain in the dungeons. Now Troy’s cock convulsed against her, hips jerking as he tried his best not to let his increasing arousal earn another response from Logan like before. Her heart was clutching at what sounded like a totally awful punishment, while her body was liquefying against his, in more ways than one.

“Stop,” she whispered. “Don’t hurt him anymore.”

Troy’s lips brushed the top of her head, and he groaned as Logan landed another blow, the hardest yet. His body shuddered with each strike. She realized she was rubbing against him, her stiff nipples, her mound, her thighs, unable to stop herself. With every blow she absorbed through his body, she was getting more and more excited. Too excited.

“You’re thinking you’d like the same kind of punishment, Madison, aren’t you?” Logan grunted, not slackening the rhythm. “Only maybe you’d like it even rougher. You need the punishment to let go. You crave the release.”

She might have been able to stop her reaction if the only stimulus was physical, but Logan’s words took the choice out of her hands. The friction she was creating against Troy, the vibration of his body against her with those blows, the power of Logan watching them, was too much. The orgasm rose up fast, unstoppable. Though she fought against it, made a desperate attempt to claw it back, desire won out. She bit Troy’s chest to muffle her cries, her hips jerking against him.

Hard, quick and intense, the way such an unplanned response could be. Troy risked further punishment by shifting his engorged cock against her clit, increasing the sensation when Logan kept striking him. Because of the repetitive impact, she imagined Troy thrusting into her. It prolonged the overwhelming sensations an extra few sweet seconds.

The sudden wave, here and gone, left her light-headed and tingling. Her soaked panties clung to her, a wet friction.

The blows stopped, Troy panting against her. Logan’s fingers wrapped over his hips. “Easy, boy,” he said. “Give her a moment. You hold back until I say otherwise.”

“Yes, Master.” At the desperate note in Troy’s voice, she looked up at him, saw the strain in his face. It brought Logan’s face into view, over Troy’s shoulder. She couldn’t hide the flush of her skin, the mussed hair, her moist lips. Though a part of her wanted to duck her face, she couldn’t turn away from the magnetism of that forceful glance.

“Fucking beautiful,” Logan said. “You want to bring him home, Madison? Has he earned it?”

Jesus, yes.
When she managed a jerky nod, Logan cocked his head. “Since you like rubbing that hot little body against him, make him come that way. I’d free you, but you’d want to do it with your mouth then, and I won’t permit that. Your mouth is mine.”

She saw herself on her knees, her arms still boxed behind her, Logan’s hand fisted in her hair as she worked his cock in her mouth. Servicing her lover, possessed by him. Her knees quivered, her body reacting to the idea like an aftershock to her climax. Fortunately, she was still tied to Troy, keeping her from collapsing.

Logan leaned away, pulled a condom out of a drawer of a rolling table he’d drawn close to hold the slapper or various ends of the rope he’d cut. Tearing open the protection, he reached around Troy, rolled it onto his cock. He’d tied them so closely together, his knuckles pressed against her mound, easing her back the scant amount possible as he rolled the condom onto Troy. She shuddered, another aftershock passing through her, and his brown eyes passed briefly over her face, a visual caress.

He put on Troy’s condom with the same efficiency he’d done everything else. Though she felt nothing but straight vibes off Logan, he obviously didn’t have any hetero hang-ups about touching another male as a Master to a sub. In fact, she could well imagine him fucking Troy’s brains out as a way to exercise Dominance, not as a sexual preference.

The idea made her hot all over.

“Don’t want him to mark your clothes any more than he already has. He’s going to go off like a rocket.” Logan moved away from them both, pulling up a stool so he was seated a few feet away. Thinking of what he’d told her to do in the aftermath of her climax, she found herself self-conscious, even though her body was still vibrating.

“You know why men love lap dances?” Logan asked casually. “All those curves moving over their body, squirming and wiggling. The way a woman can rub herself against his cock—tits, ass, cunt—is indescribable. He’s on the edge of begging for it. Aren’t you, Troy?”

“Yes, Master. Please . . . Madison.”

The husky voice, the plea in it, got her started, though mainly it was Logan, his ability to know what to say and when.

She crowded closer and was gratified by how eagerly Troy thrust his cock against the damp denim. She squirmed against his chest, dragging her nipples against his bare flesh once more. Growing more confident, she nibbled at the pocket of his collarbone, using her tongue to taste the perspiration there. His hips worked against her as she increased the movements of her own, dragging her clit up and down his cock, the condom fortunately lubricated enough to make that work against the fabric. Logan was right, though. Between the punishment and her teasing of him, he was ready to go over. His heart was thundering in his chest and his breath was hot puffs against her, his jaw against her temple.

“Fuck . . . God . . . Master . . .”

“You have to ask me, Troy.”

“Please, Master. May I come?”

She caught Logan in the corner of her eye. He’d leaned up against the workbench again, had unscrewed the top of a water bottle and was taking a sip. His eyes remained on them, his mouth a firm, unrelenting line. “Keep rubbing against her while I think about it. Feel how hard her nipples are. She’s soaked with her climax. If those jeans weren’t in the way, you could be greasing yourself between her thighs, her cunt rubbing against your cock.”

Troy let out a desperate noise, but he obeyed, not slacking up in the least.

“You come without my say-so, Troy, you’ll get a beating twice as bad as the first.”

“Yes . . . Master.”

She was getting aroused all over again by the wealth of need pouring off of Troy, the incredible effort he was exercising, holding back. She nestled her cheek harder against him, her fingers clasping her forearms behind her back. Her gaze lifted to Logan.

He’d moved, was standing next to them again. He touched her face, sliding a knuckle along her cheek. Turning her head, she caught his finger in her teeth, sucked it in, needing to taste him, wanting his mouth, his flesh, anything she could get. His other fingers fanned out along her jaw, lightly stroking her throat. The sensation made her close her eyes. His breath, his lips, brushed her brow, but when she tilted her head up, he drew back, not giving her the taste of his mouth she wanted.

“You can thank Madison for that delay, Troy. She distracted me. You can come.”

Troy let go with a groan, humping hard against her body, only the ropes helping her keep her feet as he spurted into the condom, though she was sure some would run down to bathe his testicles and dampen her jeans further. The scent of it, of herself, of male and female perspiration, of sex and heat, kept her just as wet beneath the denim.

During sex, time could get eaten up by the things she felt obligated to do. Movement of hips, whispered encouragement, contracting muscles. However, tied the way she was to Troy, both of them under Logan’s command, she had the luxury of savoring. Through sight, sound, scent and every vibrant nerve, she relished Troy’s climax, but not just as a spectator. Since she was tied against him, it was a fully immersive experience. She never wanted it to end.

But at length, of course it did. As Troy started to come down, Logan set the water bottle aside and stepped in close. He laid his hand on the young man’s shoulder, idly rubbing him there, a soothing touch as he studied Madison. When his gaze lighted on her parted lips, she couldn’t move.

“The things I could do with that mouth,” he observed in a low voice. “Would you like that, Madison? Would you like to see the things I could make you do?”

She had enough brain cells left not to respond to that. This was way over the top of what she’d expected. She wasn’t throwing herself off the whole cliff. But fortunately, he didn’t push her for an answer. Instead, he moved to the wall controls and gave Troy enough slack he could lower his arms.

“Hold on to her, Troy. She’s not steady on her feet.”

Troy’s lips brushed her temple and then his arms dropped around her, surrounding her with his strength as Logan loosened the ropes tying them to each other. He unboxed her arms and removed the harness, making her breasts tingle from the increased blood flow where they were mashed pleasantly against Troy. As that subsided, she was able to straighten and hold on to Troy as well, because he wasn’t entirely steady on his feet, either. His rueful chuckle against her ear, acknowledging it, gave her a soft smile as well. She increased her hold on him, inhaled the scent of replete male and was content to be and do whatever she was directed to do. No thought was required for this. It was all feeling.

Eventually though, Logan separated them, guiding them both to sit on a bench. As he kneaded Troy’s shoulder muscles again and gave him a thorough examination, she summoned enough brain cells to analyze what he was doing. Perhaps gauging the color of Troy’s skin where he’d been bound, how he was moving. Whether he was showing any evidence of residual pain, other than the wince when he first sat down on those paddle marks. Confirming it, Logan retrieved a cushion, bade him rise and shoved it under him before pushing him back down. He brought Troy and her both a bottle of water. Logan made sure Troy could hold it and sip it on his own, then he took a seat between them and offered her the same.

As she closed her hand on the bottle her fingers overlapped his. He held on to it an extra moment, gave her cheek a quick touch.

“Next time you open the store,” he said, “remember this. Hold on to the feelings you had here tonight. Believe in what you’re selling. It’s a fantasy, but it’s real, too. It’s not a game, not in the traditional, negative sense.”

He passed a hand over her hair, a casual stroke, though the look in his eyes was anything but casual. “Thanks for helping tonight.”

“Sure. Anytime.” She coughed on a chuckle to cover the pang. It really had been all about the scene, hadn’t it?

She’d had this problem in every freaking relationship, assuming things that weren’t there, turning wishful thinking into reality. But he was so deliberate in how he used language and gestures. She couldn’t help thinking about it.
She’s mine . . . Alice gave you to me
 . . .

She rose, setting the water aside and retrieving her bra and tunic top. “Restroom?”

Logan nodded toward it, and she responded with a tight smile. It only took a couple minutes to change back into the top. She left the bra off, since for the quick trip home she didn’t really need it. The tunic wasn’t as revealing as the snug T-shirt. She’d take the T-shirt home and pay him for it. She certainly wouldn’t mind wearing it again to promote his business. It was the neighborly thing to do.

When she came back out, Troy had pulled on his drawstring pants. Everything was civilized again, if the eye didn’t stray to the shackles dangling loose in the middle of the room, the tarp marked with the small puddle of Troy’s precum.

“Well, I’d better head home.” Her casual expression was going to break her face, but she’d lost her dignity plenty of times in relationship missteps. She wasn’t going to screw this up. Logan was helping her learn how to get in touch with her inner sex goddess to make the lingerie store more profitable. End of story. “I really appreciate you giving me the experience,” she told him, including Troy in the look of pleasant gratitude. “Please thank Shale . . . your Mistress, for me as well.”

Troy gave her a tentative smile, still fuzzy on the edges, but he was studying her a little too closely, like Logan. In a minute, one of them was going to ask her if everything was okay and her dignity was going to topple from its pedestal like a one-legged statue.

Troy’s lips parted, as if he were about to speak, but Logan stood, cutting off whatever he was going to say. “You’re good?” Logan asked. The young man nodded, giving him a thumbs-up and touching the bottle to his nose in a parody of a sobriety test. Snorting at him, Logan stepped closer to Madison to curl his fingers around her elbow. “Let me take you to your car.”

She allowed herself to be directed. Right now, a numbness was keeping the embarrassment at bay. As they moved into his storeroom, she made herself say the expected things. “I’ve seen sessions in dungeons, but that’s the first time I’ve participated. It’s a lot different from the inside.”

She’d talk about it like it was a vacation experience, not an emotional connection. That was the way to handle it. There was a lot of intensity inside the walls, an outlet for deeper needs expressed in a safe way, but outside, everybody put on their day-to-day faces. She’d be as mature about it as he was. As Troy was.