His Indecent Training 4 (5 page)

“
Suck on it first,” he
instructed, staring at me as if he was picturing the dildo as his
cock instead of just a toy.

I gazed right back at him as I brought it up to my mouth, swirling my
tongue around the tip. Then I licked up the side of it and moaned,
making wet noises as I sucked it into my mouth. My strokes were
purposely slow, and every time I reached the tip, I glanced at the
vulgar man to make sure he was still watching. He was, fucking me
with his eyes. To be honest, it was refreshing to seduce someone
else, though I knew I should feel guilty. But if Damien wasn't upset
about it, then I didn't see the harm.

Getting even more into it, I slid my free hand between my legs and
began rubbing again, gyrating my hips in an unnecessarily exaggerated
manner, as if it would help to get me off faster. Occasionally, I
would shake out my hair to get it away from my face, making an all
out sexual spectacle of myself.

“
Turn the vibrator on and
start playing with yourself with it,” Danica said, taking
control of the session.

I did as I was told, turning the black knob on the bottom of it until
it vibrated rather loudly. Then I pressed the bulbous tip against my
clit and groaned as the vibration almost immediately threatened to
plummet me over the edge.
This might be a bit difficult.

For the sake of caution, I decided not to focus on the sensitive
little bundle of nerves that was begging for stimulation. Instead, I
went straight for the show stopper, laying down on the floor and
spreading my legs before I pressed the tip of the dildo between my
pussy lips and slowly guided it inside. At first, I didn't think it
would fit, so I had to pull back out and use the lube. Not very sexy.

The feeling of the vibrator tunneling into me brought a fullness with
it that I hadn't felt in a long time, and I found myself enjoying it
far more than I should have. I laid back, pumping the thing in and
out of me as I groaned, pretending it was a huge dick attached to a
powerful Dom. He was having his way with me, pounding my cunt into
submission with a cock the likes of which I had never felt before.
Soon, it wasn't only my hand that was moving, but also my hips,
grinding on the toy as I pushed it up into me. I felt absolutely
shameless, splaying my legs, and rubbing my clit with my free hand,
and just enjoying the pleasures of my body. Occasionally, I'd change
positions, more for my own pleasure than that of my onlookers. The
toy explored me from all angles, pulsing in and out when I was on my
hands and knees, struggling against my tight tunnel when I laid on my
side and pressed my legs together. It all felt exquisite.

Finally, Damien told me I could come, and when he did, I was more
than ready. I saw stars as my body fell over the edge, waves of
pleasure crashing down and drowning me. It was so intense I could
barely breathe—the best orgasm I'd had in a very long time.

When the contractions finally subsided, I laid there breathless,
feeling lost and ashamed for what I had done—for my enjoyment
of being watched in such a state. Was that why my orgasm had been so
intense? Or was it because I was focused on someone else besides
Damien? I was so confused.

For the remainder of the afternoon, I served and was parked. As the
guests began to depart, they complimented my performance. The vulgar
man even said that Damien was a lucky guy. I wished I would have
caught his name, but I was too afraid to ask.

Even Danica gave me kudos for doing a good job. She also whispered to
me that it would get easier with time. I hoped she was right. For
some reason, I hated her a lot less. Maybe it was because she had
helped me in a way.

When everyone was gone, Damien made me clean up the living room and
kitchen. For as large of a crowd as it had been, they left the place
relatively tidy, which I was thankful for, considering that my feet
were absolutely killing me. I was never happier when Damien finally
allowed me to take those bloody high heels off and get dressed.

By the time everything was done, and I was dressed, I was absolutely
exhausted. I dragged myself into the living room and planted myself
beside Damien, who was immersed in a book. It looked as if the party
had never even happened, and for a moment I wondered if I had dreamed
it. Then I saw the red dildo on the coffee table and remembered the
soreness between my legs. It had definitely happened. It had
happened, and I think I might have enjoyed it.

“
I'm tired,” I groaned.

“
You should go home and get
some rest then,” he replied plainly.

Go home? That was it? No thanks for being such a good sport about
everything? No appreciation for not flaking when he sprang the
masturbation thing on me?

“
Did I do alright?” I
asked, trying to get some reaction out of him, some praise.

He glanced at me. “I'm not punishing you, am I?”

“
No.” We sat in silence
for a few minutes before I spoke again, “I wasn't expecting to
have to masturbate in front of all of those people.”

“
You did a really good job. I
think everyone enjoyed your performance.”

“
Warn me next time, will you?
When you said I would have to demonstrate obedience, that wasn't what
I had in mind.”

“
What did you have in mind?”
Damien gave me a quizzical look.

“
I thought you were just going
to make me demonstrate my submissive positions.”

“
Well, that wasn't the case,
obviously.”

“
Are you alright?”

“
Yeah. I'm just tired is all.
Entertaining always wears me out.”

But you didn't do anything. You just sat there and made me serve
everybody and let everyone do inappropriate things to me.
That
last part stung. I still felt like I had been shared. Other people
had their hands on me, and what was worse was I actually liked it.
Was this what our relationship was going to be like? Would it be okay
for everyone else to touch me as long as Damien was around to
supervise? Maybe I should invite Colton to one of these parties. That
thought made me feel even guiltier, but I couldn't suppress it. What
was the difference, really? His friends. My friends. If he was going
to allow other people to touch me, then shouldn't I have a say in who
it was too.

I could feel myself breaking down inside. The emotional walls were
crumbling, and it was only a matter of time before the tears
followed. Why was I so upset? I didn't know. Perhaps the party had
been too much stimulation, more than I was actually prepared for
despite all the practicing and psyching myself out.

“
I think I'm going to head on
home,” I told Damien, standing to take my leave.

He nodded and walked me to the door, opening it as if he was letting
out his final guest. I turned to him, fighting back tears, hoping to
catch some semblance of remorse, though it was a stupid thing to wish
for. To my surprise, he embraced me, pulling me close, closer than I
could ever remember him holding me before. It was desperately close,
crushingly close, comfortingly close.

“
Thank you, for everything
you've done today,” he whispered into my hair. “It really
meant a lot to me. And I'm so proud of you. Proud of the way you
acted. Proud that you belong to me.”

When he finally pulled away, I could see the sincerity in his eyes.
And suddenly, everything was okay again.

The Truth

The next day, normality returned to my life. I went to school, and
everything seemed to be going smoothly until I ran into Colton
Caldwell in Music Appreciation. It wasn't like I had forgotten about
his existence, or the feelings he caused, but it was easier to ignore
them when he wasn't staring me dead in the face.

I groaned internally as he smiled at me, the charm of it sending the
butterflies in my stomach into a drunken confused stupor. Why did he
have to be so cute and kind and perfect? Part of me hated myself for
wanting him, but the other part blamed Damien for it.

As soon as class was over, Colton was flanking my side and asking if
I wanted to hang out after school. I made up a lame excuse about
being busy and then quickly walked away. The best thing I could do
for my relationship with Damien was to ignore Colton.

He was persistent though. On Tuesday, I told him I didn't feel well.
On Wednesday, I said I was going to my mother's place. On Thursday, I
was visiting my aunt. By the time Friday came around, I figured he
would have given up. That wasn't the case though. When I tried to
rush out of class the second that it was over, he caught me by the
arm, frowning.

“
You're avoiding me, aren't
you?” he asked.

I sighed. “No. . . Yes.”

“
Why?”

“
Damien doesn't want us
hanging out together.”

“
That's a bit overbearing,
don't you think?”

“
Not in the context of our
relationship.”

“
What's that supposed to
mean?”

“
Listen, I don't have time to
explain. I need to get to my next class.”

“
Then maybe you should hang
out with me after school to explain.”

“
I just told you that I
can't.” I gave him a desperate look, hoping he'd give up.

“
Then you're going to have to
tell me now, because I'm not going anywhere until you do.”

I thought about yelling at him, about telling him that I didn't like
him. But that would be hurtful, and it wasn't true. In honesty, I'd
like to have him as a friend. He was a nice guy, and I had a shortage
of good friends.

“
I'll meet you at the library
after school,” I said finally, pushing past him. Thankfully, he
didn't follow.

By the time school was over, my stomach was a knot of nerves. I
didn't know how I was going to explain my relationship with Damien to
Colton, or if I should even try. It wasn't any of his business
anyway. Still, I felt like I owed him an explanation for my rude
behavior.

When I got to the library, Colton was waiting at a table with his
face buried in a book. He smiled when our eyes met, standing up to
greet me.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked.

“Go where?”

“Wherever you want. It's Friday night. We should go have fun.
Maybe meet up with Tanya and Bone Head.”

I giggled. Would it still be forbidden to hang out together if Tanya
was there too? It would be devious to skirt around Damien's rule, but
it was Friday night, and I did want to do something besides go home
and be bored.

“Let me see what she's up to,” I said, pulling out my
phone to text Tanya.

She responded back almost immediately, informing me that she and
Vinny were going out to eat. When I asked if Colton and I could tag
along, she quickly agreed, adding a winking smiley face to the end of
her text.

We took separate cars and met up with Tanya and Vinny in the
restaurant parking lot before going inside. Vinny greeted Colton as
if they were best buddies, giving him some weird bro-hug, while Tanya
made a comment about how Colton and I looked cute together. That
explained the wink in her text message. She obviously thought
something was going on between us. Why else would I show up with him?

Once we were seated, we talked about our classes and our professors
and what we did over Christmas vacation. Then things took a more
personal turn when Tanya asked about Damien.

“We're still together,” I informed her.

“Seems like he's not cracking that whip too hard if you're
spending time with Colt here,” Vinny said, giving Colton a
wink.

“I'd rather not talk about that,” I grumbled
uncomfortably.

“So when are we going to see this illusive professor? I heard
he got fired for banging some chick in his classroom.”

“That chick he was banging was me,” I said defensively,
then instantly felt embarrassed.

Everyone looked shocked.

“Oh. So it was true then?”

I nodded.

“Now that he's not teaching at the school anymore, you should
bring him out once in a while,” Tanya said. “I'd like to
see how he's doing. It's a shame they fired him over that. He's a
really good professor. A bit strict at times, but good.”

“I thought he was boring,” Vinny said.

“You think every professor is boring.” Tanya rolled her
eyes.

“Not Professor Winslow. She's a hottie.”

The disgust on Tanya's face was apparent. “I need to go to the
bathroom. Chey, come with me.”

I was more than happy to leave the two boys alone. To be honest, I
hated talking about Damien. It was always awkward, and today it was
even worse because Colton was around.

The bathroom was mercifully empty, which gave Tanya and I a chance to
talk between stalls.

“So, there's absolutely nothing going on between you and
Colton?” she asked.

“Nope. We're just friends. I mean, he's cute and all, but I
have Damien.”

“How are things
really
going with him?” her tone
made it clear she suspected something was up.

I sighed, “Being with him isn't always easy. I mean, he's great
in bed and all, but he just lacks something emotionally.”

By that time, we had finished our business and were standing by the
door. There was still so much I wanted to say. I felt desperate to
spew everything out, but I knew we had to get back to the boys.

“You know, relationships aren't all about sex,” Tanya
told me. “In the beginning, when you said that you and Damien
had gotten together, I was really excited for you. But then I started
thinking about you as individuals. I don't know Damien on a personal
level, like you do, but I did take his class for the entire semester,
so I did get to see a little of what he's like. From what I did see,
you guys are complete opposites. He's not the type of guy I can
picture you with long term. He's just . . . too serious and stuffy.