Page 8 of His to Teach
“Go ahead,” he tells the second woman, the redhead. Even in the darkness I can see the excitement flash in her eyes as she moves to bend forward. And then she has her face buried between the blindfolded woman’s legs.
“How do you like that, slave?” The man asks softly, his fingers going to the blindfolded woman’s nipples. My gaze zeroes in on that movement, at the way his fingers tighten and tug, the way her nipples harden in response. I have the sense that they’ve done this before, that he knows her body and the way it will react.
“Oh, thank you, Master,” the woman gasps, her hips beginning to move erratically.
The man laughs. “Enjoy it, my pet. Master plans to work you over good later.”
“Are you okay?” Nate asks, and I tear my gaze away from the man’s fingers to look up at him. He’s watching my face, his expression unreadable.
“I…I think I need a moment.”
He nods, seeming unsurprised, and leads me further from the couch. There’s a leather club chair several paces away and he pushes me down into it before kneeling in front of me, taking one of my hands in both of his, his fingertips gently running over my knuckles. I find the gesture oddly comforting, a good deal of the uncertainty of the moments before easing out of me.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
I shake my head, unsure of how to put all the swirling thoughts in my head into words. “I just…I guess I’m overwhelmed.”
He nods. “Understandable. What exactly has you overwhelmed?”
“I wasn’t…I wasn’t expecting…” I glance back to the threesome. “They’re having sex.”
He chuckles a little, his eyebrows going up. “You do understand what kind of club this is?”
I smile sheepishly, my face coloring even further. “Yes, of course. I suppose I didn’t expect it to be so…overt.” I wasn’t exactly sure what I had pictured. Maybe that the rooms wouldbe smaller? More private. I certainly hadn’t expected to see this, so many couples right out in the open, others milling about watching, commenting. Interacting.
“Or maybe,” he says, watching me closely, “seeing is different than imagining.”
I nod. “Yes. I think that’s part of it.”
He leans in closer to me. “Perhaps it would help if I explained what we’re watching?”
I have a feeling that won’t help at all. The very thought of him whispering dirty descriptions in my ear while we watch other people getting off sends a rush of desire to my center, so strong it’s almost painful. Nate is smirking at me, like he knows just what I’m thinking.
And, to my surprise, I find that Ilikethe look of that smirk, as cocky as it is. I like the promise it holds, like the idea that he can read me so well. I think again of the way the man’s hands moved over the woman’s breasts, how confident he’d been in his actions, like he knew everything about her body and the way she would respond. What would that be like, to know someone so carnally?
“Harper?”
“Yes,” I tell him, my eyes flicking back to the threesome. “It would help if you explained.”
Again, he leads me to the couch and this time I’m determined to do as he requested—watch and learn. Slipping behind me, Nate wraps an arm around my middle, bringing his chin to rest on my shoulder, and I shiver at the contact. His face feels slightly stubbled against the bare skin of my shoulder, his warm breath against my neck causing me to break out in goosebumps.
“People think this lifestyle is all about pain,” he says softly, and I have to work not to shudder at the low rasp of his voice in my ear. “But a dominant’s job is not necessarily to inflict pain.His job iscontrol. He controls everything about his submissive, both her pain and her pleasure.”
I nod, my eyes on the blindfolded woman’s face. Even without seeing her eyes I can tell how close she is, her teeth gritted against a pleasure that looks all encompassing. “She won’t come until he commands it,” Nate explains.
That sounds cruel, unbearably frustrating, to not be able to come until someone allowed it. At the same time, I find the thought strangely appealing. To give yourself over to someone so fully.
“It takes so much trust,” Nate says, his voice almost reverent now. “Tied up in front of others, unable to move. Unable to even see. She has to trust him completely, with her body and her safety.”
I breathe out. “That’s kind of…it’s almost beautiful.”
I can feel his lips twisting up in a smile against my ear. “Exactly.”
Just as he speaks, the man in front of us removes the woman’s blindfold. Her eyes go straight to his, dark with desire and the strain of holding back. “You may come,” he says, his voice barely louder than a whisper. And she does, her master’s name on her lips.
“Beautiful,” Nate murmurs, slipping his arms out from around me. I nearly whimper at the loss of contact. But then he’s taking my hand again, leading me away from the couch. “Come. There’s so much more to see.”
I glance over my shoulder once, unwilling to take my eyes off them so soon, and see that the man is looking down at the woman—his submissive—with pride on his face. That expression warms me from the inside, the way he seems almost in awe of her. Him, the one with all the control.
