Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 72901 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72901 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“Wow,” she couldn’t help but enthuse. “What is that? It feels wonderful.”
Eric chuckled. “Good, huh? It’s something one of our members, a physician, compounds exclusively for us. It has gotten so popular with members that they’ve been requesting it for their own private usage. Grayson and Dominique are trying to get him to consider getting a patent and taking it to mass production. I don’t think they’ve succeeded yet, though,” he added with a chuckle. “Hayden’s too busy with his day job, and at night all he wants to do is play.”
“Well, I’d buy it,” Rowan asserted. Suddenly aware she was speaking far too informally with this trainer who surely expected docile obedience, she pressed her lips together to keep from saying more.
They were both silent as he finished treating her skin. She let herself drift a bit as she lay there, suddenly aware of how tired she was. The mat was thick and comfortable, molding pleasantly against her body. A nice little nap would be just the thing…
A sudden, businesslike pat on her shoulder made Rowan’s eyes snap open. “Sit up and have some water before our next session,” Eric directed.
Rowan rolled herself upright into a sitting position and accepted the small bottle of chilled water, its cap already removed. As she sipped, the trainer said, “I have one more task for you before we break for lunch.” He took the bottle from her. “Lie down on your back on the mat,” he instructed.
Rowan did as she was told. Eric reached again into the small floor cabinet, this time producing a small pillow and a tube of what looked to be KY Jelly. Crouching beside her, he instructed, “Lift your hips so I can slide this pillow under your ass. I want a proper view.”
A proper view?
Alarm bells sounded in Rowan’s brain as she deduced the view he must be referring to. While she was comfortable exposing herself in whatever way pleased Master John, she’d only known this guy a few hours. And what was the lube for? Was he going to conduct some kind of exam?
You are to obey him to the letter… Do not embarrass me in front of others.
Trying to hold on to the last vestige of her subspace high, Rowan dutifully lifted her hips, allowing the trainer to slide the pillow beneath her.
“Spread your legs wide,” he directed in a matter-of-fact tone. “I want to see your cunt.”
Flames of heat flicked over her cheeks as she forced herself to obey. While she was perfectly comfortable being naked in front of others, she had never gotten used to close scrutiny of her private parts.
They aren’t private, she tried to remind herself. A slave’s body belongs to her Master, not to herself.
Eric flicked open the cap of the KY and squirted some onto his fingers. She closed her eyes as his fingers moved over her sex, lubricating her labia with the jelly and flicking lightly over her clit. In spite of her trepidation, his touch aroused her, sending a zing of pleasure from her sex to her nipples.
Master John had refused her orgasms ever since she’d voiced her hesitant disagreement of his bringing another girl home. “I own your orgasms,” he’d explained. “You’ll need to earn back the privilege by accepting what I know is best.”
She could have masturbated when he was away at work. And indeed, she had stolen a few hasty climaxes from time to time in his absence. But it had felt dishonest, like cheating. And his handsome face always loomed at the moment of climax, a mask of disapproval marring his features and ruining her pleasure.
But the trainer was ordering her to come. It wasn’t something she was stealing. Master John had said to follow the trainer’s directives, no matter what. What would he say if he knew, though? Would he be angry? Would he punish her anyway?
Rowan opened her eyes, pushing away the unwelcome thoughts as Eric took his seat above her in the chair. “This exercise will focus on assessing your ability both to control your orgasm, and to come on command. You will keep your feet flat on the mat, knees spread.”
Rowan assumed the position, her heart racing. The trainer fixed his gaze directly on her sex. Heat washed over and through her entire body beneath his scrutiny.
“You will pleasure yourself, Rowan, but remain mindful that I control your release. You may begin…now.”
~*~
Rowan’s dark hair fanned out on the mat, framing her angelic face. Her eyes closed as she moved her right hand between her legs.
He’d chosen the flogging to relax and center her, but he honestly hadn’t expected her to fly so easily, especially given her earlier anxiety. Usually it took several sessions before that level of trust could be established between trainer and trainee.
It was clearer now than ever to him that whatever this Master of hers was doing, it hadn’t been the right path for this submissive. Maybe when they met, he’d be open to discussing his methods, and they could come to a better agreement about what was right for Rowan.