Colin fucking Everett.

I stared at his name in disgust as I looked at the flyer for an entry level submissive class at Irons. Everett has become a trainer at the club, and so far, everyone raves about him. It fucking figures.

This week Irons was holding a series of classes on various topics or dynamics. And since Amy was so new and eager to learn, I signed her up for a bunch. Including the one given by Everett. I was even conducting a class on implements and how to properly use them.

As much as I fucking hated Colin Everett, I needed to make sure Amy followed basic protocol during the class at least. Her behavior was a direct reflection on me, and I do not have a brat. And if there’s someone that I don’t want thinking that I didn’t know how to train a sub, it’s Everett.

Amy actually has been doing very well since she moved in. I’ve adopted some requirements slowly, and while they were met with resistance at the beginning, the cane and leather strap have made my points come across quite clear.

For the first few months of her living with me, she tested the waters a lot...and lost. Texting and talking with Samantha about her book shit became excessive. I realize it used to be her primary focus, but I was her primary focus now, and she needed to learn that. A cane to her hands prevented her from texting or working on her book for a few days. She doesn’t even go near the phone when I’m home anymore. She’s learning.

“Remember, during the class you look at the instructor when he is speaking,” I reminded her, though I was unable to say Everett’s name without revolting.

“Yes, Sir. I will look at them as they speak,” she replied.

“And sit still.”

“Yes, I will be still. I won’t embarrass you J.P. I’m not an animal.”

I reached across the console that separated us in the car and gave her thigh a gentle pat.

“Of course you’re not an animal. You’re a filthy, cock hungry princess,” I teased.

As we parked, I glanced at the clock on my dashboard, I noticed we still had a good forty-five minutes before her class starts. And I had the urge to mark her.

“Princess, we still have some time before your class starts. I’d like to take you down to the dungeon for a few minutes,” I said as I shut the car off.

“A few minutes?” Amy asked sarcastically and chuckled as she rounded the back of my car. I took hold of her hand and walked toward the doors to Irons. “What can you accomplish in a few minutes?” Her playful tone and smart comment made me smile. She makes it too easy for me sometimes.

“Well, princess, I will show you what a few minutes will do with that smart mouth of yours.”

In the lobby, I took Amy’s play card and reviewed it. I grinned at the most recent change to her card; masochist. Was she a full-blown masochist? No, not by a long shot. But she was with me, taking everything I gave her. There was a masochistic bone or two buried in her.

I held the card out for Amy to look at and confirm the info. She nodded, and I handed the card back to the check-in attendant.

“Let’s go, princess. The clock is ticking,” I said.

I quickly found us an empty dungeon cell that had a spanking bench and ushered us inside.

“Strip and straddle the spanking bench. Let’s get this smart mouth under control before you embarrass me in Everett’s class.”

Amy did as she was asked. I wasn’t even going to mess with restraints; I just needed her in this position. I began to unbuckle my belt but stopped. I took a breath and looked at the wall of implements. No time for those. I went back to unbuckling my belt and yanked it out of the pant loops. I quickly folded it, and before striking Amy with it, I ran my hand over her ass cheeks.

“Count princess. You’ll take twenty, and then you’ll be face fucked. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Use ‘red’ as your safe word if you need it.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The belt came down and collided with her tender flesh. I made sure to make contact with some of the areas where she was already bruised or tender. As she counted, the thirteenth point was where I heard her voice break. Not bad. She can withstand about a dozen before breaking. The remaining seven were so erotic to me and turned me on quickly. I was as hard as stone when I abandoned my belt and pulled my cock out. I pushed myself into her waiting mouth, took hold of the sides of her head and began to thrust.

I was so proud of how far she’d come since moving in with me. Amy knew the difference between being face fucked and giving a blow job. She would do all the work with a blow job, but with a face fucking, that was all for me to carry out. I just needed her to be still for it.

Amy gagged and squirmed on the spanking bench as I fucked her mouth. Though I wasn’t a brutal bastard, I wasn’t very gentle either. When Amy’s hands came off the spanking bench and pushed against my thighs, I knew my orgasm was within reach. My cock was deep in her throat when I released my load, coating her hot mouth. I held the back of her head in place gently when I noticed she was starting to panic.

“Relax, my filthy princess. Breathe through your nose slowly and relax. Now, be a good little slut and swallow.”

I could tell she was relaxing because her hands stopped pressing against my legs. I praised her as she swallowed my cum and released my hands from her head. Her hands shook when I took hold of them to help her sit up, and her face looked beautiful; swollen lips from being face fucked and watery, red eyes with smeared mascara.

“You look beautiful, princess.”

I lifted her off the bench and kissed her forehead before setting her down on her own feet. I was surprised that she was shaking still. I looked at my watch; we had less than ten minutes. I picked her clothes up off the floor and handed them to her. While she dressed, I noticed Blake standing in the hallway, watching. I moved closer to Amy and helped her with her top. Out of the corner of my eye, I could tell that Blake was still right there.

“Ready for the class, princess?”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied.

I took hold of her hand, and as we walked past Blake, he smiled sympathetically. Why the fuck is he doing that?

Amy and I climbed the stairs to the main floor, and I led her to the section that had been reserved for the class. Fucking Everett stood there looking as arrogant as ever. He was talking to another Dom as the submissive knelt by his feet. I noticed all of the subs were just wearing panties as they knelt waiting for the class to start. Most of the subs appeared to already have the knowledge of how to kneel and wait for instructions.

“Top off, princess. None of the others are wearing anything other than panties,” I commented.

Amy pulled her shirt off and looked down at the ground. Her bottom lip was pulled in between her teeth and top lip.

“Hold your head high, Amy. You belong to me.”

She raised her head and released her swollen lip. Her mascara seemed more smudged here in the main room under regular lighting. I put my thumb in my mouth to moisten it and then rubbed at the few smeared places on her face.

“There,” I said and smiled at her. “Just like a filthy princess.”

She smiled, and I guided her to a place on the floor. As Amy knelt among the other subs, I crouched down beside her and whispered, “Don’t embarrass me, slut.” I winked and stood just as Everett approached.

“Paul,” he said to me.

God, I really can’t stomach this prick.

“Everett.”

“Will you be staying for the class?” he asked.

“No. I’ll be conducting a class in the dungeon in a half hour. A much more involved class than the ‘sub 101’ class you’re giving. So, I must prepare,” I jabbed at him.

He stared at me with that smug smile of his and then glanced over his shoulder at the small group of women that were waiting for him.

“I understand that a new sub class isn’t your speed, which is probably a good thing for the subs.” I loathed this man. “If they’re given the right information and learn how to incorporate it, they will build self-confidence,” he said.

I shrugged.

“Why go through that trouble if they’ll just do as their told?” I pushed that back at him.

He narrowed his eyes at me, and he almost seemed at a loss for words.

“Paul, when a submissive believes in herself, the sky’s the limit. You don’t just want a mindless, shell of a body doing as you say just because you say it, do you?”

I looked over at Amy. She’s smart and interested in learning. I could never have a thoughtless sub. Looking back at Colin’s expression of concern made me smile. I got to the fucker. I slapped his upper arm and smiled.

“Of course not, Everett. You know how much I like a good challenge,” I said.

Colin wasn’t amused by my comments, and I didn’t give a fuck. I messed with his head in the tiniest way and made him think about what my intentions were with Amy.

And speaking of a good challenge, just outside the window I could see Graves heading toward the lagoon pool with three subs. My pulse picked up as I headed for the door.

From the patio area, I watched the subs undress and lower themselves in the shallow end of the pool while Anthony sat on the decking with his feet dangling in the water.

Fuck. To be this guy for a day.

With his back to me, I took a seat to watch the show. As the girls took turns lowering their heads to blow him, I pulled out my phone and opened my Kinky Links account. I found my special album dedicated to this muse of mine. It’s been a while since I’ve looked at them. Amy thinks I got rid of these. I told her I would, but I’m not ready.

I gazed at an image of him from a distance that showcased the lines of the muscles in his back perfectly.

He was easy on the eyes; everyone thought so. But damn, the guy had something dark in him. The anger that he’s kept leashed should be let loose. And I was the perfect person to help him with that.

If he’d only fucking let me.

I had studied these pictures hundreds of times. Graves sort of grew up in Irons. His body has changed since first meeting him over fifteen years ago. His lines were still there but softer now. The scar he carries and protects has faded and shrunk over time. One thing that hasn’t changed is the guarded inferno that remains caged behind his eyes.

I don’t know how I forgot the sheer thrill that I would get when I looked at these. My imagination began running wild as it always had when my eyes feasted on these pictures. Amy wanted me to get rid of them, but I hadn’t yet. And I’m not going to. She’s not calling the shots.

The foursome was getting louder in the pool and Graves could be as loud as fuck when he comes. The entire club practically could tell when he comes. God knows I’d heard it too many times to count, yet I never tired of hearing it.

“Fuck, yeah that’s it,” Anthony said to the sub with her face buried in his lap.

I looked up in time to see him lean back on the decking, resting the weight of his body on his elbows and forearms.

Jesus fucking Christ.

From where I was sitting, I could see over his shoulder, down his sculpted chest to the head of the little blonde anxiously working on his cock. The girl didn’t know anything about the man she was trying to service. Any sub here who knew anything about Graves knew that he needed it rough. That’s not to say he couldn’t come otherwise but as I’ve watched him over the years, I’ve realized that he is a sexual masochist. We’re both unique sexual creatures. He’d get so much out of a beating session with me. He’d never co-top with Everett again.

“Harder,” he told the girl.

“Good, Graves. Tell the sub what you need,” I whispered at a safe distance so he couldn’t hear me.

I set my phone on the patio table and stroked my cock over the fabric of my pants as I watched the sub attempt to bring him pleasure. When he moaned, I shut my eyes and let my depraved imagination do as it pleased as I rubbed myself. He was enjoying the blow job, but barely. I could tell by the sound of his moans that he was unfulfilled. Desperation was in his moan, silently begging to be given what he needs. I continued to rub myself until I heard a man right beside me clear his throat.

When my eyes shot open, I found Blake standing there watching me. Shit, this didn’t look good. His eyes shifted to my cell phone on the table. I don’t think he could tell that the image was of Graves many years ago but the look on his face told me that he had something on his mind.

Casually, I reached out and picked up my phone as if there wasn’t something on it that might cause Blake to freak out. It was just a picture, and hopefully, he couldn’t tell that it was his precious Anthony.

Inadvertently, my body jerked at the sound of Anthony finally coming. The girls jockeyed for positions, hoping to get some of his cum. My heart was pounding. Suddenly I felt like I was back in high school when my parents found the pictures of me whipping my friend that was tied to a tree. I felt exposed as Blake looked down at me.

“Paul, I’d like to talk to you,” he said but didn’t move from the spot where he stood.

I nodded and gestured to the empty patio seat beside me while I put my phone in my pocket.

“I think this conversation is best suited in my office,” he added.

I stood and followed Blake inside, but not before I glanced over my shoulder at the subs with Graves.