She tentatively reached out for him, wondering if she could perform as well as those women on the screen. They probably all had years of experience and she had only a few hours. Of course that didn’t mean she couldn’t give it her best shot. Before she made contact, he grabbed her hand. “Don’t be shy.”
She looked up at him, met his gaze, and nodded. He placed her hand on his shaft. Her fingers instinctively wrapped around his turgid length and squeezed gently, as a low growl reverberated through his chest. With his hand covering hers, he showed her just how he liked it, then let go and allowed her to continue on her own. Stroking lightly, she rubbed her thumb over the heart-shaped head and watched in amazement as his cock swelled and hardened even more beneath her touch. Knowing she’d incited that kind of reaction from him filled her with pride. He desired her and loved how she touched him.
Growing braver, she let her free hand slide between them and delicately palmed the wrinkled sac at the base of his shaft. The soft globes rolled easily between her fingers and she marveled at how his breathing began to change from long deep breaths to short pants. She tugged lightly on his balls, careful not to hurt him, as her other hand glided over his dick, her thumb grazing over the sensitive tip. For several minutes, she continued stroking him in a gentle rhythm.
“Very good,” he panted. “Now-suck-me.”
She leaned forward to draw in the pungent perfume of man, a musky scent that caused her mouth to water. A week ago, she would have never considered doing this; now nothing mattered more than pleasing him.
Her hand fell away from his sac and came to rest on his thigh as the other held the base of his shaft. From under her lashes, she glanced up to gauge his reaction as her tongue flicked gently along the silky flesh of his shaft. Based on his feedback, she could adjust her method. His eyes closed and his head fell back. “Yeah, baby, that’s it. Show me what you’ve learned.”
Slowly, she drew his appendage into her mouth. Her tongue grazed over the tip, tasting the salty bead of liquid weeping from the slit. She moved lower, paused, and sucked lightly. A moan passed over his lips as he fisted a handful of her hair. The tug on her scalp made her want to yelp in pain, but she’d be damned if she was going to stop what she was doing and ruin the moment. Instead, she took more of him into her mouth.
“More of your hands,” he ordered.
She readjusted her position and moved her other hand back to his cock. Wrapping her fingers around the base, she pumped with one hand while she kneaded his balls with the other. Her head bobbed up and down as she suckled on him, pausing occasionally to lick the excess liquid from his tip.
His hips lifted, silently begging her for more, giving her the courage to do just that. Although she wasn’t sure she could manage all of him, she decided to try the deep throat techniques she’d seen on the DVD. Inch by inch she slowly encased his turgid length between her lips.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned as he slouched into the chair, thrusting his cock deeper into her mouth in the process. The hand he’d fisted in her hair pushed down on her head, holding her still as he rocked his hips and drove his cock even deeper. The head hit her tonsils, causing her gag reflex to initiate. Her eyes watered and she blinked them closed as she swallowed in an attempt to keep from choking. His shaft slipped past the constricted ring of muscles and for a second, Sara thought she might suffocate. A high-pitched yell filled her ears as his cock throbbed. Hot spurts of creamy fluid hit the back of her throat. With no choice but to swallow, she breathed through her nose until he finished. He slowly withdrew, his shaft making a light popping sound as he pulled out of her mouth. His softening member flopped against his belly, the skin wet and glistening beneath the soft glow of light.
He opened his eyes and smiled down at her. “You’re an excellent student. Now, can you do it again?” Sara wasn’t sure, but she’d be damned if she wouldn’t try.
* * * *
Sitting against the headboard of the bed, Sara lazily thumbed through a paperback romance she’d found mixed in with the DVDs from earlier. It still amazed her that the first day was over already and she hadn’t backed out yet. Despite all her fears and second-guessing, maybe deep down she did want this change more than she’d realized.
In the weeks leading up to this event, she’d been looking forward to everything that was going to take place here, hoping that once and for all she’d be rid of the religious brainwashing that had haunted her for years.
In the silence of the room, she heard the turning of her door handle. Preparing herself for yet another session with Adam, she dog-eared the page in the book and set it to the side. The door opened and Adam entered, but he didn’t look to be prepared for another lesson. Dressed in a pair of light blue sleep pants and a loose-fitting white tee shirt, he slowly entered the room. His bare feet made nary a sound on the carpeting. “Hi,” he said, his voice barely louder than a whisper.
“Hi,” she replied, unsure of how to proceed. All the times he’d entered her room earlier in the day, he’d been authoritative and took charge of the situation immediately. Only now, he seemed to be more like his real self instead of the ‘Master’ who’d been training her.
He closed the door, turned to face her, and shoved his hands in his pockets. “I can’t stay long. Technically, I’m not supposed to be here right now, but I had to see you.”
“Okay.” She scooted over and patted the empty place she’d created on the bed, all the while wondering what was going on. Why wasn’t he
supposed to be with her, and why wasn’t he in character?
He lowered himself onto the mattress and flicked a glance up at her, an apologetic look stretched across his face. “I’m not supposed to interact with you except for training sessions, but after everything I put you through today there was no way I was going to be able to sleep tonight without knowing how you were.”
It was sweet of him to be so concerned and only confirmed what she already knew. He did love her. She shrugged, hoping to play down her emotions. “I’m fine.”
He grinned. “You can do better than that.”
His grin was contagious and she couldn’t help but smile. “Okay, okay, I admit maybe I am a bit wigged out by everything that’s happened today. But I’m a big girl and I’ll manage.”
The smile he sported dissolved into a frown and took her hand in his, stroking along the back of her fingers. “Ms. Black said I needed to start strong and shock you.”
She nodded. “Well, you certainly did that.” “I’m sorry if I hurt you,” he said.
So maybe part of his motivation for seeing her also had to do with guilt? She pondered that idea. The last thing she wanted was for him to feel guilty about anything that was happening here. From the beginning, the retreat had been her idea and she’d asked him to participate. He had nothing to feel guilty about. “I’ll admit I was freaked out, embarrassed, and even a little mortified at times, but I wasn’t hurt. So please don’t worry.”
He blew out a long breath and appeared to relax at her statement. “Good. That makes me feel a bit better. Honestly, baby, I expected some sex, but a lot of talking, like group therapy sessions and such.”
She nodded. “Me too, but I guess sometimes the only way to make a real change is to experience it.”
Adam’s eyes widened. “Ms. Black said nearly that same thing just this morning and knowing how you are, I wasn’t sure I agreed with her.”
“Yeah, I probably wouldn’t have agreed with her either, but honestly, it hasn’t been such a horrible experience. In fact-” She grinned. “There are a few things I found quite pleasurable.”
Mouth agape, he shook his head. “Never would I have imagined hearing those words come out of your mouth. I can’t believe you’re okay
with all of this.”
“Well, I wouldn’t exactly call it okay. I’m nervous as hell thinking about tomorrow and Sunday, but I do want to change and I’ve come this far already. It seems like a waste to stop now.”
He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Sometimes you truly amaze me.” He leaned in a second time and brushed a soft kiss over lips. “I’m sorry I can’t stay. I’d love nothing more than to spoon with you all night.”
“Me too.”
“Just know. Tomorrow, I’ll be back in character and we’ll pick up from where we left off earlier.”
She raised a hand and touched his cheek, hoping to reassure him. “I’ll be ready.”
With one last lingering kiss that removed any doubt of his feeling for her, he slipped from the bed and headed for the door.
“Adam?”
He paused, looking back over his shoulder at her. “Yeah?” “Thank you for looking in on me.”
He smiled. “Good night, honey.”