Seducing Sarah (10 page)

FOR THE FIRST TIME in her life, Sarah knew what it felt like to hate. To truly, deeply hate.

“Hello class and welcome to Erotic Massage 101. We’re going to learn about the largest sex organ there is. The skin.” Mistress Rain smiled over her shoulder at the man seated behind her. “Master Q has agreed to help me demonstrate.”

Q looked up, his eyes meeting hers. He shook his head slightly before pulling his shirt over his head. Sarah turned away, not sure she wanted to watch the rest. Mistress Rain had put him on the spot as soon as they walked into the classroom that morning, insisting he help lead the class. He’d protested at first but eventually gave in to avoid the scene she seemed intent on creating. He was probably regretting his insistence on accompanying her to class right about now. Either that or he was enjoying it.

Bastard.

“First, make sure your partner is comfortable.” Mistress Rain walked behind the table and ran her hands over Master Q’s broad shoulders. He tensed visibly before he swung his legs over the side of the massage table so he could lie down. He was too tall for it but with a bit of maneuvering he was able to recline with his feet hanging over the edge.

Sarah watched with slitted eyes as Mistress Rain ran her hands up and down his chest, slowing down when she reached the band of his pants. She looked up then and noticed Sarah watching. She smiled and then resumed stroking his chest.

Sarah looked down at her desk and counted to ten slowly. The scene with Master Q this morning had left her shaky and tense. After his terse brush off in the bathroom, she’d taken the fastest shower possible and then rushed out to the room to find him already gone. The only evidence he’d even been there at all that morning was the plastic wrapped garment bag he’d left on the bed containing her Sluts R’ Us uniform.

“I cannot
believe
I am wearing this.”

Gritting her teeth, she looked down at her tight, white collared shirt and knee-length black pleated skirt. She’d contemplated just wearing her jeans to defy him but then she’d remembered how much he’d enjoyed punishing her the previous day by making her suck his cock in front of Dom and Veronica. Considering how pissed off he’d been, she was afraid to test him. He might make her suck him off in front of an entire class of people this time.

Even more embarrassing was how exciting she found that possibility to be.

It was bad enough that she was wearing a uniform again, which she’d sworn never to do after leaving Catholic school but to have to watch Mistress Rain practically molesting her… what? Lover? She stopped and shook her head. That was the problem, wasn’t it? Master Q wasn’t hers. He wasn’t her boyfriend, her friend, her anything. As much as he reminded her of the man she loved, he was a stranger.

So why the hell did she want to punch the other woman in the face?

There were several other students in the room which was unfortunate. She didn’t really need witnesses in case she flipped out and stabbed the other woman in the throat with her pencil.

“I’m guessing you won’t be the teacher’s pet.” A voice from her left brought her out of her murderous thoughts.

She turned to the dark-haired guy sitting next to her. He had pale gray eyes and a nice smile. The muscles beneath his light blue polo shirt were the kind that made her think of volleyball and lacrosse as opposed to a gym membership. He’d fit in perfectly at any country club. Under other circumstances he would have been just her type.

“Why do you say that?” She unclenched her fingers from around her pencil. Maybe if she concentrated on something else she could stop watching as Mistress Rain slicked massage oil over the wide expanse of Master Q’s shoulders.

Jealously wasn’t something she was accustomed to dealing with and the ugly feelings roiling around inside her were alarming. Blood pulsed through her veins making her feel unnaturally strong. Images of the things she could do, how easy it would be to snatch the other woman’s long straight hair from her head, flashed through her mind.

“Just the way you’re clutching that pencil. If you’re going to attack, let me know so I can get out of the way.” He feigned jumping back like he was afraid. She let out her breath with a little giggle. Despite the murderous thoughts running on auto-play through her head, it was obvious he was flirting with her.

“See, it’s not so bad. Although, I have to wonder what a nice girl like you is doing in a place like this?” He leaned back in his chair, all cocky-confident. He didn’t try to hide his leisurely assessment of her legs beneath her skirt, either.

Sarah rolled her eyes and looked back at the front of the classroom. “I could ask you the same question since you’re here too.”

He held up his hands in surrender. “No offense intended. Please don’t pull out that pencil again.”

Sarah struggled to keep her lips from curling up. As soon as he opened the notebook on the desk in front of him, she glanced his way. Despite his arrogance she could admit he had a point. He was a good-looking guy, clean-cut and all-American. Not exactly the type she’d have expected to meet at a sex school either.

“I’m David, by the way.” He extended his hand and she took it, laughing despite herself when he held tight and wouldn’t let her go. “This is the part where you tell me your name.”

“It’s Sarah. And I’d like my hand back if you don’t mind.” She pulled her hand from his grip and turned back to the front of the room. Master Q was watching her. His eyes moved over to David before coming back to hers and narrowing.

Good, let him stew on that.

“The first thing a good lover will do is acquaint herself with her partner’s body.” Mistress Rain walked around the table, trailing her hand over Master Q’s bare chest. She lifted up one of his arms and stroked the underside, before tracing each finger separately. Master Q lay impassively through it all, not looking at Mistress Rain, just staring at the ceiling.

“You need to understand what pleases your partner. Sometimes this might be something they aren’t aware they enjoy. Perhaps they’re sensitive on the backs of their hands.” She demonstrated by patting Master Q’s hand gently. Then she hopped up on the massage table, straddling Master Q. “Don’t be afraid to get up close and personal.”

David grunted next to her. “Damn, she is really limber. And he is definitely enjoying it. It looks like they’re practically fucking right in front of us.”

Sarah’s eyes widened. “What? No, she’s just massaging him. That’s the point of the class, remember?”

But it did look kind of like Mistress Rain was rocking herself back and forth on Master Q’s lap, the same way you would if you were having sex. They had their clothes on but still…

“Whatever you say. I’m glad I signed up for this place. This is
way
better than spring break in Cancun.”

“As you can see class, I’m using my entire body to massage. Don’t hesitate to touch anywhere and everywhere. I suppose I’m cheating a little here since I know Master Q so well. I already know how to give him
everything
he needs.”

Mistress Rain looked up at Sarah before leaning over and licking one of Master Q’s nipples. His eyes flew open and he turned his head to meet Sarah’s gaze. The pencil in her hand snapped in two.

“Oh crap. I was just kidding about the pencil.” David whispered.

“Would you shut up?” Sarah shoved away from her desk and stormed over to the door. No one got in her way. That was probably for the best. She was pretty sure she didn’t need a pencil to do some damage at this point.

Out in the hallway, she paced back and forth, trying to hold back tears. Falling for her teacher was hardly original and no doubt this was some sort of weird and twisted Stockholm syndrome. She was basically stuck in an unfamiliar place and Master Q was her guide, her protector. Of course she felt like he was hers. Her feelings were so cliché it would be laughable if she wasn’t still so riled up. She was also pretty sure she was now in trouble for walking out. Okay, for
storming
out.

“Oh crap. I shouldn’t have done that.” She glanced behind her through the glass porthole in the door. Master Q was sitting up on the table and looking right at her. Pissed off didn’t come close to describing how mad he looked.

“I think I’ll take that as my cue to leave.”

“I GOT YOUR MESSAGE. You need help finding Sarah?” Dominic fell into step beside Quinn as he passed the main entryway. “Damn Q, you scared her off already? That has to be a record, even for you.”

Quinn bared his teeth, pissed when Dominic just laughed.

“So, what the hell is up with you and this girl?” Dominic shot him a wry glance as they stalked down the hall. Students walked around them chatting about their classes. They got a few interested glances from most of the female students and a few of the male ones as well but otherwise it was like they were alone.

“What makes you think anything is up? She’s my student. I’m her handler. End of story.” It was such a blatant lie it was a wonder his nose didn’t start growing.

Dominic grunted. “If I was anyone else maybe I’d believe you. But I know you too well, Q. You’ve been gone for years and suddenly you come out of retirement for a girl. A girl that you follow with your eyes constantly. A girl that you would probably fight your best friend over. I’ve only seen you like this once before.”

He didn’t finish the thought but then again he didn’t have to. They were both thinking the same thing. The last time Quinn had felt this way about a woman, it had ended badly. For all of them.

Something he was all too aware of.

“Do you remember when I called you last year and told you I’d met the girl of my dreams?” Dom asked.

Quinn nodded. “It’s hard to forget a frantic phone call in the middle of the night about a girl that pickpocketed you. A girl you ended up fucking in the middle of a public train station.”

Not at all offended, Dominic shrugged. “Well, when I fall at least I do it with style. Do you remember what you told me?” When Quinn didn’t answer, Dom continued. “You told me that if I’d found someone that made me feel like my center of gravity had shifted, then I should do whatever I had to. That it was worth upending my entire life to make it happen.”

Quinn snorted. “That shows how much I know. Here we are six months later and both of our love lives have gone to shit. Don’t listen to my advice. I have none. Nada.” They turned the corner and he peered into each classroom they passed. Nothing.

“But you were right. I did upend my life. I convinced Veronica to come here and even though she hasn’t committed to me yet, I know she will soon. She was sheltered and she needs time to explore a little bit. But at least she’s here where I can see her every day.”

Quinn shook his head. “I’m not sure I call that a happy ending. She still won’t admit that she likes you.”

Dom looked away. “She’ll admit that she wants me. That’s enough for now.”

“I hope it is.” Quinn stopped when he saw they’d looped back around to the East Wing where the classes were held. “Damn, we’re back where we started. I know she didn’t actually leave the grounds because Jackson checked the security footage outside.”

“Come on, let’s walk this level one more time. I have a class soon and if we don’t find her by then, I’ll cancel it so we can keep searching.” Dom pulled out his cell phone. His hands flew over the keys. “In the meantime, I just sent a text to Veronica and some of the guys asking if they’ve noticed any new students in their classes.”

Quinn laughed. “That would be just like her. She’s smart enough to know I’d search the obvious places. Just wait until we find her. I am going to paddle that ass until she can’t walk straight.”

Dom lifted an eyebrow. “I thought she didn’t sign up for bondage or domination?”

“I won’t be spanking her for anybody’s pleasure, believe me.” Quinn ignored his friends knowing look and stalked off.

He’d find her and when he did…

CHAPTER IX