Emma Lia is late. I told her that we would have dinner at six sharp and it’s now five after.

We aren’t yet acquainted so she doesn’t understand how badly delays displease me. She has no idea how unsettled I become when my scheduled is disturbed. But she’s going to learn. And her first lesson will be tonight.

It’s eight minutes after when she comes into the dining room. Not only is she late, she’s not wearing the dress I chose for her and her hair isn’t styled the way that I instructed.

She’s blatantly disobeying me. Challenging me. Pushing to see how far she can go. And it’s time that she sees a glimpse of the Dominant inside me.

I get up from my seat and go to her. She steps beside her chair, waiting for me to pull it away from the table just as I did last night.

“Mmm. Something smells delicious.”

I step behind her and use my body to force hers to bend over the dining table. “You disobeyed me, Emma Lia.”

She squirms beneath me. “What are you doing?”

“Showing you what happens when you don’t follow my instructions.” I pull up the bottom of her dress and blood rushes to my dick, making it thick and hard when I see that she’s wearing a black thong. Perfect for skin-on-skin contact when my palm strikes her cheek. “You’ll get three swats for being tardy. Three swats for not wearing the red dress that I chose for you. Three swats for not wearing your hair up as I instructed.”

“You’re going to spank me? Now? Over the dining room table?”

“Yes, and I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of it. You’re getting nine strikes in total. Count them aloud and say Sir after each number. Do you understand?”

She looks over her shoulder, and her eyes meet mine. “No. I don’t understand any of this madness.”

“Then you’ll learn by experience. Palms on the table and lower your face so that your chin rests against your chest.”

She narrows her eyes before turning and dropping her head. The back of her hair splits and falls over her shoulders so that her upper back is exposed in her strapless dress.

I love her flawless, pale ivory skin. She hasn’t blemished it with years of sun exposure. I delight in that, and I can’t wait to see how well it reddens with the bite of a flogger.

Her back, normally straight as a rod, is perpendicular to her lower body. “Slightly bend at the knees and arch your back. I want your ass tilted upward.”

She lunges forward when my palm strikes her right cheek. “Count it and say Sir afterward.”

“One… Sir.”

My cock jumps when I hear her call me Sir for the first time. “Good girl.”

I strike her a second time and wait for the words. But they don’t come. I’m not sure if she’s waiting for a cue or challenging me. “I’m not going to prompt you to say the words every time.”

“Two, Sir.”

I strike her a third time, and she counts it off without cueing. I’m in fucking heaven and hard as steel by the time we reach the final one.

“Nine, Sir.”

I rub my palm over the handprint on her ass cheek. Not near as red as it will be in the future. “I took it easy on you since this was your first time. That won’t always be the case.”

She stands upright and straightens her dress, her chin a little higher than usual. I wait a moment to hear what she has to say about the spanking, but she’s silent.

That’s too bad. I really want to know what she thinks about it.

I pull out her dining chair and she lowers herself into the seat with grace as though she didn’t just take nine strikes on her ass.

I take my seat next to her at the head of the table. I will her to look at me. I want to see her eyes so that maybe I can catch a glimpse of what’s going on in her head. But she won’t look at me.

“The salmon looks delicious. What kind of sauce is this?”

“I believe that Ray said it was Creole mustard sauce.”

She picks up her fork and takes a bite. “This sauce is amazing and it goes perfectly with the salmon. You were right. Ray is an excellent cook.”

I don’t like this game. I don’t like seeing her pretend that the spanking didn’t happen.

“Look at me.”

She hesitates a moment before obeying. Hesitancy. That’s something else that we’re going to have to work on. When I give an order, I expect it to be followed immediately. But I won’t bring it up so soon after her first punishment.

Her eyes are on mine, but I can’t decipher what it is that I see there. All I know is that I can’t let her pull away. She needs my reassurance. It’s essential. And now is the time to lay the initial groundwork for the deep connection that I want to have with her. “You did very well. I’m pleased with the way you handled your first punishment.”

She looks at me, saying nothing.

“You may speak freely about your feelings.”

I want to know how she feels about the spanking. If she liked it. If she hated it. If she plans to be so obedient in the future that I never get to do it again.

I hope not. I very much enjoyed spanking her.

Her brows scrunch. “I don’t know what to say. My feelings about it confuse me.”

“What part of it confuses you?”

She shakes her head. “I don’t want to say.”

I strongly suspect that she’s struggling with how much she liked it. It’s shocking to her but not to me; Emma Lia is a true submissive by nature. She just hasn’t realized it yet.

“I’m your Dom. You’ll soon place all of your trust in me. And when you do, there won’t be anything that you can’t tell me. Our relationship will be like nothing you’ve ever experienced.”

She’s not had a Dom before me. I’ve not had a submissive untouched by another Dom.

Our connection is going to be beautiful.

She’s not eating, and the excitement of what’s about to happen has stolen my appetite. I see no need to not move forward with her tutorial.

“I’ve planned something very special for you tonight.”

“The tutorial?”

“Yes.” I stand, taking her hand. “Come with me.”

I lead Emma Lia up the stairs to the guest bedroom on the third floor—the room that Claudia is using. She takes a few steps into the room and looks around at her surroundings, standing motionless when she spots her tutors sitting on the sofa.

“It’s okay. Easton and Claudia are here per my request… to demonstrate for you.”

She twists and looks at me, her head tilting slightly. “To demonstrate what?”

“A basic scene between a Dom and sub.”

“A scene? Does that mean that they’re going to act out some of the things you want me to do with you.”

“You’re half right. They’re going to show you how to do some of the things that I want, but Easton and Claudia won’t be acting. Everything they do is going to be real.”

I nod and Easton and Claudia get up, moving to the bed.

She shakes her head. “I’m not comfortable with this.”

This is a new world for Emma Lia. I don’t expect her to be comfortable with any part of it.

I take her hand in mine and guide her to the sofa. I sit and spread my legs, patting the empty space between my legs. “I want you to sit here and lean against me.”

This is going to be a very erotic experience for her. I want our bodies touching the entire time.

She opens her mouth to say something, but I don’t give her the chance in case she plans to refuse.

“Sit, Emma Lia. Now.” I give her a small taste of my dominance in the form of a verbal command. I’m pleased when she sits between my legs but her ass is on the edge of the sofa. Our bodies aren’t even touching. That isn’t going to work for me.

“Closer,” I demand.

I wrap my arm around her tiny waist and pull her to me, her back pressed against my front. She is as stiff as a fucking board. It’s both irritating and endearing at the same time. But I’m hopeful that she’ll loosen up in a few minutes when things get moving.

“Breathe. Relax.”

Easton is my best friend. He’s a fierce Dom. Powerful. Experienced. He and Claudia know my needs and preferences as well as their own. No two people on earth could be more suited for showing Emma Lia what I want from her.

Easton and I have shared subs countless times, including Claudia. More than once, she has been on top of him, riding his dick while I fucked her in the ass from behind. Double penetration. I love that shit, but it won’t be something that I ever experience with Emma Lia: I won’t share her with anyone else.

She’s mine. Only mine.

“Take off your dress and lingerie and kneel before me until your next order,” Easton issues the command with confidence, and Claudia doesn’t hesitate to obey. It’s a nice start for this scene. Very similar to the way I would choose to begin with Emma Lia.

Easton pulls his shirt over his head, revealing a powerfully built physique. Many men would be intimidated by him. But not me; I’m confident in my body. And my cock.

Emma Lia turns her head away from Easton and Claudia. “I don’t want to watch them do this.”

I gently grasp her chin and position her face to the forward position. “Perhaps not but you’re going to watch every move they make. Study it. Make mental notes.”

Easton circles a kneeling Claudia. “Hmm… what should I do to you first?”

“Anything that pleases you, Master,” Claudia says.

Perfect response.

I press my mouth to Emma Lia’s mouth. “You will kneel with your face and eyes lowered, just as she is doing, whenever I enter your bedroom. You’ll stay that way until I tell you to do differently. You won’t move a muscle without my permission.”

“Get on the bed, Claudia. Lie on your back, your neck on the edge with your head hanging off the side,” Easton says. He removes his remaining clothes while Claudia moves into the position that he described. And I know exactly what is about to happen.

Maybe Emma Lia does too because she turns away before the act begins. “Don’t look away. This is for you to watch and learn.”

She hesitates before turning her eyes back to Easton and Claudia.

Emma Lia doesn’t yet understand what kind of Dom that I am—rough, rigid, rigorous. I’m not lenient, and this repeated disobedience is frustrating as fuck. The urge to discipline her is nearly overwhelming.

Easton stands naked at the side of the bed and looks down at Claudia, holding his dick in his hand and pointing it at her face. “Open up and fuck my big cock with your mouth.”

A soft gasp leaves Emma Lia’s mouth. “We shouldn’t be watching them do this. It’s too personal.”

“They don’t care. I’ve watched while they’ve done this and a dozen other things. You’re the only person in this room who is new to this.”

Claudia opens and takes his dick into her mouth, tilting her chin toward the ceiling. She reaches overhead and cups his balls with her hand, rubbing and massaging.

Easton groans. “Oh fuck, I forgot how good you are at this.”

Claudia is good, but I’m confident that Emma Lia will be better. The best.

Easton grips the sides of her head and holds it steady while thrusting in and out of her mouth, making her gag. I love that fucking sound. Means that she’s taking it deep, just the way that I like it.

Despite being gagged by Easton’s cock, Claudia never neglects his balls. Not even for a second.

I’m hard but not because I’m watching Claudia suck Easton’s dick. The two of them together do nothing for me. I’m busy fantasizing about Emma Lia rubbing my balls while she takes me in and out of her pretty little mouth.

Easton pulls out of her mouth and slowly pumps his erection. “Turn over. Facedown and ass in the air.”

Claudia obeys without delay while he fetches the flogger off of the nightstand. He drags the leather tails back and forth across the skin of her lower back. “It’s been a while since we’ve done this. Have you missed me?”

There’s a pause between Easton’s question and Claudia’s answer. Not at all like her to hesitate.

“Yes, Master.”

“Tell me.”

“I’ve missed everything about you, Master.”

“He isn’t her Dom?” Emma Lia asks.

“He used to be.”

Easton lifts the flogger and strikes her across the ass. She cries out and lunges forward before moving back into place for the next strike. Odd. Claudia never makes a sound like that when she’s struck.

Emma Lia turns and looks at me over her shoulder. “You want to do that to me?”

I grip her tightly around her waist and press my mouth close to her ear. “You have no fucking idea how badly I want to do that to you. The thought of making your ass turn red makes my cock harder than steel. The small taste that I got when I spanked you earlier wasn’t enough. And it’s driving me mad.”

Easton stands behind Claudia, his cock thick and hard. He caresses the tails of the flogger in his hand while looking at the reddening mark on her ass. “Do you want more?”

“Yes, Master,” she answers.

“You’re gonna have to be louder than that, Claude.”

“Yes, Master,” she yells. “Please. I want more.”

One. Two. Three. A total of five lashes bite the pale ivory skin of Claudia’s ass before Easton is finished with her. “Thank me for flogging you.”

“Thank you, Master.”

Easton drops the flogger and approaches her from behind, gripping her by the hips. “Have you been a good girl?”

“I’ve been a very good girl, Master.”

“I don’t know if you deserve to come.”

“Please, Master. I want to come.”

“That’s for me to decide.”

He kneels behind her and kisses her pussy before licking her slit in one long upward sweep once, twice, three times. Her face is pressed against the mattress but her breath is deep and erratic.

Easton spreads her cheeks apart and eats her out, worshiping her cunt with his mouth and tongue. He pushes his thumb into her asshole and moves it in and out as he sucks and licks her clit, bringing her to the edge of bliss. But only the edge. “Ohh…”

I asked Easton to do this—to eat Claudia out. Because I need Emma Lia to see that our sexual encounters won’t only be about my gratification. There will be times when she’ll receive pleasure too. Just like Claudia is right now.

Emma Lia presses her legs together and squirms against me while her breath deepens and moves more rapidly.

Easton stops eating Claudia and picks up the flogger again. “You’ll come when I tell you to come and not a second before. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Master.”

He strikes the leather across her cheek. “Ohhh…” Another overzealous cry.

Does she believe that I’ll step in if Easton is too rough on her? Surely not. She must know that I see how easy he’s taking it on her, which is per my request. I asked Easton to err on the side of tame; I don’t want Emma Lia to be frightened of anything she sees here tonight.

I only need her to see the basics. The rest will come later after she trusts me.

Claudia receives a total of ten lashes, her cheeks barely marked with faint red lines. She’s never been flogged so softly.

“Do you want my dick inside you?”

“Yes, Master.”

Easton grips her ankles and yanks her to the edge of the bed, bringing one of her feet to the floor and bending her other leg so her knee is propped on the bed. Giving us the perfect view of his cock gliding into her pussy from behind. “So fucking wet for me.”

Easton is fucking her from behind and can’t see her face. But I can. And she’s looking right at me.

That expression. It’s the same one I saw on her face when I ended our Dom-sub relationship.

She loves me. Wishes that I was the one inside her. But I don’t feel the same about her. I told her from the start that I never would. We were temporary. I let it go on longer than I should have, and that’s my fault. But it’s her fault that she caught feelings. She had fair warning.

I shake my head, showing her my disapproval. Warning her to stop looking at me, but she doesn’t.

“E, I don’t think that your submissive is impressed. She won’t stop looking at me.”

Easton stops fucking her and fists the back of her hair. “Let’s see if you’re able to look at another Dom while I pound my cock into your ass.”

He pulls out of her pussy and roughly pushes his dick into her asshole, not giving her body time to adjust. His thrusts are full-strength plus some. “Mmm… mmm… mmm… who’s your Dom now?”

“You, Master.”

The punishment fits the misconduct. I would do the same if the sub beneath me was blatantly eye-fucking another Dom while my cock was inside her. Not only is it bad behavior, it’s grossly disrespectful.

Sounds of sex fill the room. Every moan, every groan sounds like it’s bouncing off the wall and echoing in my ears. Seeing Easton fuck with such intensity makes me long to be inside Emma Lia.

I want her.

So. Fucking. Bad.

I can’t watch them fuck anymore. It’s agony, and seeing them like this is only a reminder that I must wait until we’ve finalized the terms of our agreement.

I press my mouth to her ear and whisper, “Let’s get out of here.”