Page 13 of First Time

Master Cooney’s lustful gaze eased up the second the word stuttered from my lips.

“P-Please,” I pleaded past the thickness growing in my throat. “Stephen c-can’t see me—realize he wasn’t the one to turn me on.”

A soft, hissed curse passed between Master Cooney’s thinned lips, but he didn’t hesitate to pull out a sharp knife.

With quick precision, he freed me from my bonds that hadn’t felt restrictive or threatening in any way. I’d enjoyed them, parts of my body rousing from a deep sleep with surprising force. Still, I quickly pressed my knees together once unbound, hiding the evidence of what had happened, how I’d responded to someone else’s touch besides my longtime boyfriend.

Warmth flooded my chest and face, shame making me want to sink into the floor where I could hide. But the need in my core didn’t relent. It remained, desperate to be heightened and coaxed to completion.

Master Cooney addressed the class, ending the demonstration and asking the Doms to release their submissive if they so wished.

I rubbed my wrists, fingers trailing over the slight indents left on my skin. They were beautiful, unlike the angry red marks from Stephen’s rough-textured ropes. Trailing my fingertips over the pattern, I caught myself smiling, soaking in the memories I would cherish forever even though I felt guilty for wanting to do so. Maybe the class had been helpful for both of us, and Stephen had learned a better way to touch me, to use his ropes in a way I would enjoy.

Master Cooney squatted in front of me, but I kept my focus on the floor rather than facing the draw his eyes and body had on every cell inside me.

“Are you okay, Becky?”

I nodded, lying my ass off.

“Normally, I would take you in my arms and help bring you back down from where you hovered just now, but I think it’s for the best if I don’t.”

“Thank you,” I whispered, still unable to look at him.

“There’s a bathroom just through that door,” he said, keeping his voice low and gesturing toward the dais’s end. “I’ll make sure Stephen stays here while you take a few minutes to calm down, but if you need anything, please let me know, okay?”

I nodded, my voice taxed out.

He stood and stepped back, offering me his hand.

I wanted to touch him. Feel the steadying warmth of his fingertips ghosting over my skin.

But doing so outside of a scene wouldn’t feel right—and I had abruptly ended ours with one simple word.

A sense of power slid through my blood as that truth settled in my brain. I had halted our scene—I had called the shots, and Master Cooney had listened.

Following the enlightened thought came a rush of disappointment in how Stephen didn’t allow me such a voice. I hoped he had paid attention and learned.

Murmurs of the other students filtered through my brain as I stood without Master Cooney’s assistance and hurried on shaking legs toward the door he had indicated. Leaving him behind felt…wrong even though it was the right choice for me to make as Stephen’s other half.

My damp thighs rubbed together with self-lubricated friction, refocusing my mind on my arousal. Fingers shaking, I pulled on the door handle, a sensor light flicking on overhead as I stepped over the threshold into a half bath. I clicked the lock shut behind me and breathed a sigh of relief at the silence, the lack of eyes following me.

So this is what it feels like to be turned on—and in charge.

An almost manic giggle escaped me, and I ran a fingertip through my slippery folds, trying to imagine how good Stephen’s cock would feel thrusting with natural wetness easing his length’s passage. I eased a finger up inside me, catching my breath. Need for more, to be filled completely, made a quiet moan echo in the stillness around me.

I’m not broken.

The truth slammed into my brain, and tears slid from my eyes as I removed my fingers from between my thighs. Smiling through my hazy eyesight, I wiped my pussy dry and washed my hands.

Perhaps now that my body had woken up, sex would no longer be a burden I would rather avoid. Perhaps Stephen would find joy in me rather than disappointment. Perhaps the love we’d had when we were younger would return, and I would once more have a voice in our relationship.

Clinging to hope, I headed toward the bathroom’s exit, excitement in my heart and mind.

Chapter 7

Daniel

Stephen made his way toward the raised platform where I’d brought his woman’s body to life. His gaze locked on me, a smirk I couldn’t read on his lips.

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