Page 121 of Masters of Pleasure
“So, you think I’d do better without the class?”Nick followed her with his hands on her hips, letting her lead him step by step toward the hallway.He had a feeling she was relying on him to keep her from running into anything, so he did his best to direct her away from the walls.
“No, I think the class is good and necessary for learning technique, but technique isn’t everything.”Avery’s eyes sparkled as her fingers stroked the short hairs on the back of his neck while he maneuvered her into the bedroom.“For one, it’s hard to demonstrate in class exactly how much I really love being spanked.However, here at home, I can absolutely show you.”
Twisting slightly as she pulled away, she slipped between his hands.If only her brightly shining eyes could unravel the nerves slowly tightening his chest.Unlike before, this anxiety came from wanting to do a good job and nothing more.She was right—there was a lot less pressure here in the privacy of their bedroom.No one else watching or critiquing his performance.Even though he knew that second part was unlikely—the other Doms had been involved with their own subs, and most of Mistress Julie’s attention had been on Connor—he hadn’t been able to shake the idea.
Avery was wearing the same leggings and t-shirt she’d been wearing in class, but when she took them off, it was obvious she’d taken the time to remove the underwear she’d had on before he came over.As always, the sight of her stripping stirred his arousal, despite his nerves, and his cock eagerly jumped to attention.
Turning, she bent over the edge of the bed, presenting her bare ass.Not that different from when they did doggy style or earlier in the club, yet it was.It meant something different.
Avery was right—this wasn’t at all like the class.Her movements were sensual, and the moment was intimate.When she bent over like this, he couldn’t deny he wanted to slap her ass.Unfortunately, the guilt that welled up at the thought of how far he wanted to take things, how red he wanted to turn her skin, how much he’d wanted to go so much farther… that hadn’t changed at all.
Looking over her shoulder, Avery raised her hips, teasing him with the perfect, curvy mounds of her ass.The pouting lips of her pussy were also visible, tempting him to slide between them.Why couldn’t they just have sex?Why did he have to spank her first?
“We’re going to play a game.You start off light, and I’ll tell you harder until you get to my preferred amount of force for a fun spanking, then I’ll say ‘green.’Okay?”She raised her eyebrows.
‘Green’ was from the stoplight system, which had been explained during the first class.Red meant stop, Yellow meant slow down, and Green meant go.It was supposed to be an easy way to communicate between Dom and submissive.Everyone in the club knew the safewords, so if someone heard a sub say Yellow or Red, and the Dom didn’t stop, they’dbestopped.
Here, Avery wouldn’t have that backup.She was trusting him.With her body.Her pleasure.Her needs.
Taking a deep breath, Nick stepped forward, placing himself slightly to her side.He could do this.
ChapterNineteen
Avery
The tiny smackNick gave her rivaled some of the earliest ones he’d tried at Marquis.Avery did what she hadn’t been able to do there for fear of embarrassing him.She snorted.
“Harder.”
Smack.
Oooh, that was way better.Still way too light, but better, and many steps above his first swat.It stung a little, though not as much as she would like.
Avery wasn’t sure this was the best way to do things, but she’d hated seeing how down on himself he’d been during class.The classes were public for safety reasons, and she got it, especially because private tutelage would be a huge time commitment, but it was clearly not how Nick was going to thrive.At least, not until he became surer of himself and trusted her to let him know when he was going too far.
“Harder.”
There, hesitation this time.
She couldn’t help but wonder if part of his problem was he was afraid of others seeing him take things too far instead of accepting that as part of the process.Sometimes, the quest for perfection could hinder itself when it came to practicing.He was very hesitant to hurt her, no matter how much she enjoyed certain types of pain.
Right now, she doubted they’d get to a point where she’d need to say Yellow, but she was pretty sure he’d be horrified if she did in front of an audience.
“Harder, Master Nick,” she sing-songed the words, prodding at his pride and temper a little.
Smack!
This time Avery gasped, her body jerking as the stinging pain hit, then spread through her with warmth.She shuddered, fingers flexing in the sheets.
“That was pretty good,” she finally said after taking a moment to enjoy the sting and the sensations that rippled through her in its wake.Her bottom lifted, begging for more.
“Again, please.”
Nick
She had to be kidding.
Except she wasn’t.
