Page 61 of Not About That Life
Three
The air now has completely changed.
There was always a sensual vibe underlying from the moment I stepped foot inside Nick’s and Zerrin’s apartment. How they both presented themselves, the words they chose, the tone of their voices…even their clothing had a sensual tinge to it.
But now…school is in session.
Nick and Ian took the liberty to light numerous candles all over the home. Classical music is playing overhead and I guess, it’s to create a different vibe? Like how does one go from Al B. Sure to Tchaikovsky?
Furthermore, what am I supposed to do? How close am I supposed to get? Can I really watch any technique while sitting here on this comfortable-ass leather sofa? How am I supposed to know what to do?
Relax, Domi…relax.
You would think since I watched Sydney and Dean fuck not that long ago, I would be completely at ease watching Nick and Zerrin, right? Wrong! I feel like Sydney and Dean were just the pop quiz and Nick and Zerrin are the freaking final exam.
And I didn’t even study!
I nurse the red wine in my hand and resist the urge to get blasted. I need to concentrate. I need to watch and learn. I need to see this so I can become a better lover for Ian. I need to learn this so I can blow his mind every time.
I’m going to watch them and be so good at giving head, Ian’s going to struggle to think of a woman who gave him better than me.
“How are you feeling?”
Ian sat down beside me and he’s nursing an old-fashioned cocktail. His eyes are relaxed with a bit of mischievous wonder inside them. I saw Ian and Nick whispering to each other and my mind ran ten miles wondering what they could’ve talked about.
Were they going to tie me up again? Was I going to demonstrate on Ian? Or were they just talking about how they hoped the Knicks and Lakers have better seasons this year?
So many questions.
“I’m nervous,” I finally reveal. “I don’t know what to expect.”
“Don’t expect too much,” He lays back into the sofa and my body settles in the strength and masculinity of his. “Don’t expect anything at all. Just enjoy the process.”
“I feel like I should be taking notes,” I reply.
Ian chuckles. “I’m sure you have a great memory. You’ve already proven that.”
I remember many things I rather forget, honestly. I can still remember the time where I accidentally pooped my pants in the first grade because the teacher wouldn’t let me go to the bathroom. You best believe I know every single pit stop on a road trip down pat. “We’ll see.”
“Shh…” Ian kisses my temple and it’s become a bit of a signature touch from him. “You’ll do great.”
Nick walks downstairs carrying two large pillows. He sets them aside on the floor and stands behind one. He makes eye contact with me and simply nods.
I turn to Ian and he nods as well (okay, so theydidtalk to each other about what was going to happen tonight). I get up and Nick points to the pillow beside him. I immediately kneel. Was Nick expecting me to perform on him? Is Zerrin okay with this? Furthermore, isIanokay with this?
Zerrin walks downstairs a few minutes later. Gone was the expensive designer dress she wore toHamilton. Replaced was an equally expensive panty and bra set with garter, stilettos, and a collar around her neck.
I know the symbolism of the collar and how important it is in the BDSM community. Not only would a submissive have to earn the right to be collared, but the Master would have to take extra precaution with the submissive now.
I wonder if Ian and I will ever get to that point? Furthermore, would I want to? Wouldhewant to? I guess the only way to know is if we take the journey to find out.
Zerrin kneels beside me on the floor. Her head is bowed down and her arms are behind her back. Her eyes are closed and she appears to be meditating. I’ve never seen anyone in such a relaxed state, as if this was her calling.
“You may look up,” Nick instructs her and she complies. Nick’s eyes are focused on his wife while he talks to me. “Tonight, Domi, Zerrin will teach you how to deep throat. She won’t speak so you have to watch and learn. Once you feel comfortable enough with the information you have learned, you can practice on your Master.”
I feel Ian get up from the sofa and stand before me. Nick wasn’t playing when he said he wanted me to learn hands-on. I’m going to have, potentially, six pairs of eyes on me as they watch me try to deep throat Ian for the first time.
I’m intrigued, I’m nervous, and most importantly, I’m beyond aroused. My panties are damp withneedand I lightly lick my lips in anticipation.
