CHAPTER ELEVEN
The week went on as boring and uneventful as usual. It was a bit different not taking Art Appreciation class anymore, but a good kind of different. I was happy not to have to sit under Damien Reed's emotionless gaze every day. He had a poker face most professionals would kill for. You could never tell when he was happy or sad or having a bad day. Once he stepped inside the classroom, he was strictly business.
The other good thing about not having to see him every day was that my emotions had stabilized somewhat. Out of sight, out of mind. I could concentrate more on my studies and less on the twisted love triangle I had built. Some days, I felt almost normal.
Don't get me wrong though. The weekends were still the icing on my cake. I looked forward to seeing Damien more than anything else. It was just nice not to be obsessing over him all the time because I was forced to be in his presence daily.
Saturday rolled around, and I pulled up in front of his house at the usual time. Starting today, things were supposed to be getting a bit more intense between us, taking it to the next level, he had called it.
He opened the door with the same level of enthusiasm, or lack thereof, and led to me to his classroom, which was really just a guest bedroom he called a classroom. Once I was seated on the bed, he handed me a notepad and pen, then took his place in the corner of the room, crossing his foot over his knee and setting his clipboard on top of his thigh.
I stared down at the notepad blankly. This was new. Usually, our lessons were hands-on. What could he possibly have to teach me that would require me to take notes?
“How was your week?” he asked, shocking me yet again. We very rarely discussed anything besides lessons during these brief one-on-one encounters.
“It was fine.”
“Are you getting good grades in school?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
If he was nervous, I couldn't tell. But there was definitely something different about the way he was acting.
He took a deep breath before speaking, “Last time we were together, I talked about wanting to teach you about BDSM.”
“I remember.” Boy did I ever remember. He had fucked me up against the glass in the cheer studio. It was the first time we had ever had sex, and good lord was it hot. The memory had replayed in my mind almost every time I had pleasured myself since. I doubted I would be forgetting it anytime soon.
“I told you that because you seem to have some very submissive qualities. You mind fairly well, and I think you would make a good submissive or slave for a Master. But I don't want to pressure you into it, and I don't want you to take the lessons lightly. Learning about BDSM is going to take a very big commitment on your part. It's not just about kink and bondage and paddles. It's about learning to obey and giving yourself to someone completely, body, mind, and soul.”
I shivered at his words. Giving myself to someone completely. That is what I felt like I had been trying to avoid. Chase wanted all of me, but I wasn't ready to stop seeing Damien yet. Was the time approaching when I really would have to choose between them?
“I want you to fully understand what BDSM is before you decide if this is something you really want. Also, you should know that this isn't a class I teach very often. It's included on the questionnaire I originally made you fill out, and oftentimes I'll teach some of the kink involved in BDSM, but it's not often that I take the time to really teach someone the proper ways of the lifestyle. You have to display really submissive or dominant qualities for me to even bring it up.”
That made me feel special somehow, but I wasn't quite sure why. Maybe it was because he saw something different in me than he had in most of his other students, even if it was something bizarre.
“Alright,” I said.
“Half of today is going to be a lecture. I gave you a notepad and paper so you can take notes. Just jot down the key points you want to remember. Things that sound like fun to you, or things that don't sound like much fun at all. Keep in mind though that this particular class is all in. You can't have some bits without the others. You should also know there will be homework, certain things you'll have to do for me to prove you're staying in line.”
That meant more contact with Damien Reed. The thought gave me a giddy feeling inside, but it also partially filled me with dread. I had just got done thinking about how happy I was not to have to see him in class every day. Having contact with him more frequently might stir up the pot of emotions I had just now started to get settled. I wasn't sure how much I liked that idea.
“Okay,” I responded, waiting for him to continue.
“The other half of the class will be more in line with what we usually do. I know you get enough lecture during the week, and we both know that's not what you're really here for.” A devious smile played across his perfect lips, and my cunt ached needily, hoping the lesson for the second half of class involved parts of his body going into parts of mine.
Stop it, Chey, you big pervert, I chastised myself. I couldn't help it though. He was just so damn beautiful.
“How much do you know about BDSM?” Damien asked.
“I read that one really popular BDSM book. You know, the one everyone is talking about,” I told him, proud I wasn't completely out of the loop.
“Forget everything you learned from that book.”
“Why?” I frowned.
“Because most of it is bullshit.”
“Which parts?”
“For starters, the part where people who are into BDSM are portrayed as mentally damaged individuals. Most people who like BDSM are normal everyday people. They've led trauma free lives, have never been sexually abused, and are free of mental illness. They're your doctors and lawyers and mechanics—”
“and college professors,” I broke in with a grin.
“Yes. And college professors.” He nodded.
“Alright. So, most people who are into BDSM are normal. I've got that. What else?”
“Punishment isn't always about pain. In fact, most good Doms refrain from using pain as a form of punishment. I personally only use physical punishment for extreme cases, like when a submissive or slave knowingly disobeys an order I've given.”
Now I was confused. “So, why do they market floggers and paddles as punishment devices in sex stores?”
“They really don't. They're mostly used for scene play, which both parties enjoy. People unfamiliar with the lifestyle usually mistake the intent of the devices. Now, I'm not saying they're never used for punishment. Obviously, some of them are. It's really to each his or her own. But for the most part, paddles and cat-o-nine tails are used more for scene play than anything else.”
“Hm. That is interesting. How do you usually punish people?”
“By making the submissive do things they don't like.”
“Like what?”
“Oh, I have a variety of methods.” He smiled, and I could almost see the memories playing inside his head. “I make them stand in the corner or write lines on paper or other things.”
“Very teacherly of you,” I teased.
“Indeed. People hate it though.”
“I imagine so. Being treated like you're a child when you're an adult isn't fun at all.”
“That's the whole point of it. It's a punishment. It's not supposed to be fun. Those are just some examples though. I have a variety of other ways. I just wanted you to know that the vast majority of them aren't horrifying, so you really don't have much to fear besides boredom and frustration.”
“So what do I have to look forward to then?”
“Plenty. There are so many kinks in this world, and I'll explore all of them with you.”
Now that sounded like fun. My sex life was pretty vanilla in exception for my little voyeurism stunt at the cheer studio. I was so ready for more. Sex had become an exciting adventure for me, and I wanted to explore every facet it had to offer.
“Like what?” I asked eagerly.
“The variety is even more numerous than my list of minor punishments. There's the typical bondage, pain play, hot wax, lots of other stuff. We'll experiment to find out what you like and don't like.”
“Sounds exciting,” I admitted.
“That's half of the fun.” He grinned wolfishly.
“So when do we get started?”
“Oh, I have a lot more to tell you, and then I want you to take the night to really think about this. I know it sounds like fun and games right now, but it's not something to enter into lightly. I am a very strict teacher, and you need to be emotionally prepared for the things you'll have to do and freedoms you'll have to give up.”
Now it was starting to sound scary again. I decided to shut my mouth and listen for the rest of the lesson, letting Damien have the floor completely.
He continued, “As I've told you before, BDSM is the acronym for Bondage and Discipline, Dominance and Submission, and Sadism and Masochism. Bondage is obviously the use of ropes and restraints. Discipline can mean either one of two things. The first is the ability to follow orders. The second meaning is the actual act of discipline for bad behavior, which is also known as punishment. Dominance refers to Masters and Doms and the roles they play to take ownership of their submissives, slaves, or pets. Submission is the art of giving oneself over to the Dominant's will completely. This happens on many levels. Physically, emotionally, sexually, sometimes even financially, depending on the dynamic of the relationship. Sadism is the act of deriving sexual pleasure from inflicting physical pain on others. And Masochism is the act of deriving sexual pleasure from having pain inflicted on oneself. Typically, but not always, Master and Doms fall on the sadistic end of the spectrum, while submissives fall into the masochistic side.
“It's important to remember that BDSM is not all about kink play. A true Master and submissive relationship has a lot more to do with control outside of the bedroom. Being a submissive means to give yourself to someone completely, to follow their every rule, and to take punishment whenever you disobey.
“A Master's responsibility is to train and discipline, to dictate and structure, and above all, to protect and provide for their submissive's physical and emotional needs. It is a relationship between two responsible consenting individuals on the basis that one is meant to lead, and the other is meant to serve.
“If you agree to take on these lessons, you are going to have to be willing to do everything I say, when I say it, without hesitation. I will be your Mentoring Dominant. My word will be law.
“In return, I promise to never abuse you or my power as your Mentoring Dominant. And I will never punish you without telling you why and making you understand and accept it completely. I will provide for you by giving you emotional support and mentoring you with your life choices. I want you to feel like you can come to me with anything, whether it be about our lessons or things that are going on in your day to day life. Everything you tell me and share with me will be held in complete confidence.”
Now it was sounding good again, almost like . . . a relationship. No, that was just my mind being hopeful. Damien Reed had no interest in me like that. This was just taking our lessons to the next level, as he called it.
“Can you give me an idea of what these lessons are going to entail?” I asked.
“The first few weeks will be mostly lecture and obedience training. I'll come up with a contract that we can both agree upon, which will outline a punishment and reward system. We'll set goals and create a timeline for achieving them. I'll also be giving you homework over the weekends that will help to educate you further in the ways of the lifestyle.”
“And once my training is over with? Then what?”
“Then, if you're interested, I can help you find a Master.”
But it won't be you, I wanted to say. My heart sank. He wants to train me to be some sexual submissive and then pass me off to someone else. Perhaps this wasn't something I wanted after all.
“What if I don't want to take these lessons?”
“Then you don't have to.” He didn't look the least bit surprised. “There are still things I can teach you, and we can still explore some of the kink that's used in BDSM.”
“But our relationship won't be as intimate?” The question was awkward, but I felt it was important in making my decision.
“I think we've already gotten pretty intimate.”
It's not the same though—not the same as him actually caring about my life—caring about me. I didn't need to clarify the difference to myself. What he was talking about was sex. What I was talking about was something much more—something much deeper.
“It's a lot to think about,” I admitted.
“It is.”
“So, is there anything else I should know before I make my decision?”
“No. I think I covered most of the bases. All of the important ones, at least.”
“Alright. What other lesson do you have planned for me today then?”
Damien stood, turning to the chest of drawers to set his clipboard down. The notes he had taken were few and far between. I think tonight it was supposed to be my turn to jot things down, but I found my notepad blank.
“Did you know I have a pool?” he asked. Then I watched his fingers grip the bottom of his T-shirt, his hands crossed one over the other, pulling it over the defined muscles of his back like a sexy stripper.
I gaped, and an onslaught of cheers came from my subconscious. Yes! Take it off! Take it all off! I've been wanting to see you shirtless for so long—completely naked, for so long.
“Backyard. Never,” I stuttered out, and then felt like a complete idiot.
“What?” He turned, giving me a quizzical look.
My eyes stared at his broad chest, tracing the fine smattering of manicured hair down over his tight abdominal muscles. It took everything in me not to hit my knees and drag my tongue across the groove of the V that led into his pants. He looked so delicious I thought I might orgasm just from gazing upon him.
I cleared my throat. “No. I didn't. You've never taken me into the backyard before.”
Now he was sitting back in the chair, pulling off his shoes and socks. The pants were coming off next, and I couldn't wait to see everything beneath them.
He paused, looking up at me a bit annoyed. “Unless you like swimming in your clothes, I recommend getting undressed.”
“Oh . . . yeah,” I stammered, trying to pry my eyes away from him long enough to start taking off my own clothes.
When we were both naked, I followed him out of the room, watching his ass as he walked. It was a nice round ass, firm and squeezable. I wanted to make grabby hands at it, but if he caught me, I knew I'd die of embarrassment.
Damien led me through a sliding glass door out onto an expansive patio. The pool wasn't the biggest I had ever seen, but it was crystal clear. I couldn't help but wonder if there was a sexy pool boy who came to take care of it. Maybe they could both bang me. Oh Chey, you're absolutely horrible. What has this man done to you?
Completely out of character, Damien ran to the edge of the pool and did a cannon ball into the water. I couldn't help but laugh. If there was a playful bone in his entire body, this was the first time I had ever seen it.
“Come on in.” He waved to me with a smile, looking absolutely yummy with water droplets glistening off of his skin.
Unable to contain myself, I jumped in after him. Almost as soon as I resurfaced, he was pulling me into his arms, kissing me passionately. We kissed and groped and cuddled and smiled and laughed. It was like Damien was a completely different person. . . a person I could see myself falling in love with.
When the excitement finally died down, I floated in his arms, looking out over the horizon. All that could be seen around us were fields and forest and the setting sun. It was incredibly romantic, like something straight out of a movie.
My heart drummed in my chest, stirred by the warm feelings that consumed me. We gazed into each other's eyes, and all the hardness was gone from his. He wasn't a teacher or a Dom. He was just a man.
I moaned softly as he leaned in to kiss me, shooting sparks through my entire body. For once, he looked like he was truly enjoying himself—truly enjoying being with me. Not in a sexual way, but on a more personal level.
The moment was short-lived though, and soon he was pushing me up against the side of the pool, his thick erection pressing between my legs. Romantic Damien disappeared, and carnal Damien took his place. I liked them both, but a small part of me wanted romantic Damien back.
“Sex in the water is tricky,” he explained, urging me to spread my legs for him. I did, and he nudged his tip at my opening, gripping the edge of the pool to steady himself as he pressed inside.
It was one of the stranger sexual encounters I had experienced. Damien kept his body against mine, thrusting lightly. Our buoyancy threatened to separate us, but he held on tightly to the pool ledge, trapping me against the wall. The best part of the experience was the friction his pubic bone made against my clit . . . and the fact that I finally had him naked. I draped my arms over his strong shoulders, craning my head back and enjoying the ambiance, enjoying having him inside me, enjoying the cool water coursing around our coupled bodies.
He leaned forward, kissing my throat, and I purred at the touch of his lips. The kiss was deep, wet, and with lots of tongue. Then his teeth came out to play, biting into my delicate flesh. I winced, feeling the pinching pain crawl up my neck. It was a good kind of pain though. If it weren't for thoughts of Chase playing in the back of my mind, I would have wanted him to mark me. As it was, I hoped he let up before he caused a bruise.
“Easy now, tiger,” I whispered, and he instantly withdrew, kissing a trail up to my ear.
“If you accept my lessons, easy will be as hard as I make it.”
The dominant sound of his voice sent a pulse of pleasure straight to my clit, and when he thrust forward, it was all it took to set my body into overdrive. My muscles clenched tightly around him as the wave of my orgasm played through, and I groaned shamelessly, fantasizing about what it would be like to be owned by him completely. These sexual romps were a delicious taste, but my body secretly wanted more—my heart secretly wanted more.
He picked up the pace, pumping so hard that water splashed over the side of the pool. I could feel his rigid manhood inside me, spreading me wide, as if it was getting harder by the second. My mouth was gasps of pleasure, listening to his heavy breathing. And then warmth flooded between us, and I knew he was coming. The feeling was absolutely exquisite, and I allowed myself to be lost in the bliss of it, lost in him.