“Don’t move,” Cav growled softly when Jamie jerked.
“I won’t, Professor,” she hissed, her eyes glazing with a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Cav seemed to take great pleasure in teasing her. He continued for long, painful seconds before finally releasing her nipples and taking a step back.
“Bend is relatively self-explanatory. Legs wide, bend at the waist and place your hands on your knees. Depending on my mood or the punishment, I may insist you put ’em on your ankles, perhaps even flat on the floor.”
I shot a look at Cav. He offered a smirk in return, clearly knowing this was testing my limits. Although I had conducted dozens of submissive training classes, seen every shape, size, and color of submissive, I’d never had one affect me like this.
“Last one,” Cav said, placing his hand on Jamie’s back. “This one I refer to as Ass. Basically, think of having your ass in the air. You’ll lower yourself to all fours.”
While Cav assisted Jamie into a kneeling position, I moved over to the bar and poured myself a drink. Generally, this wouldn’t be an issue, but tonight … Yeah. I needed a drink or two just to survive seeing a very naked Jamie spread out that way.
“Spread your knees wide,” Cav instructed, “keep your ankles apart, rest your chin on the floor, arms stretched out in front of you, hands close together, with your palms flat on the floor.”
Seeing her like that made me wish she’d done something so I could punish her. Based on her reaction to Cav pinching her nipples, she wasn’t entirely opposed to it. With her like that, I could so easy turn that pretty ass a nice, rosy red.
“This position is quite beneficial for me when it comes to punishment,” Cav told Jamie, expressing my own thoughts. “As you can tell, I have unobstructed access to your ass and pussy.” He slid his hand over one cheek, then the other.
Jamie moaned softly.
For fuck’s sake. Will you quit playing with the girl already?
I turned around, tossed my drink back, took a deep, cleansing breath. I needed to get myself under control. Personally, I had a different punishment position that I preferred, but I realized now was not the time to get into that.
“Cupcake, please kneel,” Cav ordered.
I turned in time to see Jamie shifting, keeping her form elegant as she did, into a perfect kneeling position.
“Do you have any questions?” I asked as I moved to stand in front of her.
“Not at this time, Professor.”
When our eyes met, I held out my hand and helped Jamie to her feet. When she was standing, I stepped in close, aligning our bodies. The only thing separating us was my clothing. Too much and not enough at the same time.
“What’s your color, sweetness?” I whispered, my gaze dipping to her lips.
“Green, Professor. Most definitely green.”
I swallowed hard. “I need to touch you. May I have permission to touch you?”
“Yes, Professor.”
I could feel more than see as Cav moved around behind her because I closed my eyes as I lowered my head, needing to feel Jamie’s lips against mine.
Her soft moans kept me focused on what I was doing. It wasn’t until her hands fisted in my shirt that I lost some of my grip on my control. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, growling as I unleashed the fierce need I’d kept bottled up for the past week. She whimpered but didn’t move away. It was enough to have me pulling back, reining myself in.
“Give me your mouth, cupcake,” Cav commanded.
Jamie turned, keeping one hand fisted in my shirt as she leaned toward Cav. Their mouths melded together as I observed. I found I enjoyed watching Cav touching her, tasting her. Hearing about it was quite pleasurable, but actually seeing it for myself was breathtaking. I wanted to watch him pleasure her, to see his head between her legs, his mouth on her pussy.
Somehow, I managed to maneuver them over to the sofa as their mouths moved together. Their mingled moans and groans kept my body on high alert even as I mapped out a plan in my head.
“Sweetness,” I whispered softly, drawing her attention back to me.
When Cav released her lips, I claimed them, pulling her to me, unable to keep my hands from gliding over her smooth skin. She pressed into me, and I knew she was coming apart at the seams.
“If you’re not comfortable with this, say so.”
“Don’t stop. Please.”
“Turn around.”
Jamie turned so that her back was to me. I took a seat, then pulled her down onto my lap, her back against my chest. I brushed her hair out of my way, then pressed my lips to her neck, kissing, suckling, drawing out more moans of pleasure.
As though he knew exactly where I was leading us, Cav dropped to his knees between our legs, his palms gliding over her silky thighs. It was as though he couldn’t stop touching her. I knew the feeling. My hands itched to wander over every inch of her.
