Page 50 of His to Enjoy
I pulled back to lavish attention on his balls, licking and sucking each one while my hand stroked his shaft. The weight of them on my tongue, the way his breathing changed when I did something he particularly liked—it all made me feel powerful despite my position on my knees.
“I can’t believe how hard you’re making me again,” he said, wonder in his voice. “I just came, and here I am, ready to fuck you all over again. What are you doing to me, Grace?”
I took him deep in response, relaxing my throat the way he’d trained me, taking him until my nose pressed against his pelvis. His groan echoed off the shower walls.
“Enough,” he said suddenly, pulling me off him by my hair. “If you keep that up, I’ll come down your throat, and I have other plans for my next climax.”
He helped me to my feet and shut off the water. The cool air made me shiver as he wrapped me in a fluffy towel. Scott dried me with methodical care, his hands lingering on my breasts, between my thighs, over the curve of my bottom. Each touch reminded me of how thoroughly he’d claimed me, and despite my exhaustion, I felt that familiar flutter of need beginning again.
“Come,” he said, taking my hand and leading me to his bedroom. “I want to show you something.”
He arranged me on the bed, pulling me back against his chest so I nestled between his legs, my head resting just below his shoulder. His laptop sat on a stand at the perfect viewing angle, and I gasped when I saw what was on screen—my edited version ofLearning to Please, the one I’d been working on when Scott caught me humping my desk.
“Melissa watched your rough cut this afternoon,” he murmured against my ear, pulling up an email on his phone to show me. “She’s extremely impressed.”
I read Melissa’s message with growing amazement:Scott—Grace’s work on this is exactly what I’d hoped for. The psychological layering, the internal dialogue, the way she’s reframed submission as active rather than passive… This is exactly whatHer Secret Gardenneeds. Whatever you’re doing to develop her talents, keep doing it. —M
“She’s right,” Scott said, setting his phone aside and wrapping his arms around me as the video began to play. “Your understanding of the submissive psyche is remarkable.”
On screen, my edited version of Debbie’s morning preparation played out—the deliberate mistakes, the anticipation building throughout the day. I’d added a new voiceover just before Scott caught me: “Some girls dream of Prince Charming. I dream of disappointed looks and firm hands teaching me lessons I pretend not to want to learn.”
I felt Scott hardening further against my back as we watched, his breathing changing as Debbie received her spanking. The split screen showing her hidden smile made him groan softly.
“I can’t help myself,” he said, his voice rough. “Watching you reveal these truths… Grace, I need to be inside you again.”
His hands guided me onto my side, spooning behind me. I lifted my leg as he positioned himself at my entrance—my pussy this time, not my sore bottom. He pushed inside me with surprising gentleness, filling me slowly until he was buried to the hilt.
“Keep watching,” he commanded softly, though his voice held a tenderness I’d never heard before.
We moved together in a slow, almost lazy rhythm as my edited footage played. Scott’s hand came around to touch my clit with feather-light strokes while his other arm held me tight against his chest. This wasn’t the brutal fucking from earlier—this was something else entirely, something that made my chest tight with emotion.
“The way you understand this,” he murmured, his lips against my neck as on-screen Debbie thanked Mark for her punishment, taking his rigid manhood into her mouth just as I had done tomy master in the shower. “The way you’ve captured the beauty in submission… Grace, I think you’re extraordinary.”
I watched the screen through increasingly blurred vision as Mark produced something from a drawer that made my stomach flip with visceral memory—a pair of delicate white lace panties, but with a crucial modification. The entire seat had been cut away, the obscene opening bordered with pretty lace that only seemed to make the panties more mortifying.
“These are for you to wear today,” Mark said to Debbie on screen, holding them up so the camera caught every detail of the obscene garment. “They’ll help you stay ready for me.”
I felt Scott’s cock twitch inside me as Debbie’s face flushed crimson. She took the panties with trembling fingers, and I watched her step into them, pulling them up under Mark’s watchful gaze. He bent her over so he could judge the effect, and the camera zoomed in. The way they framed her bare pussy and bottom, leaving everything exposed while still technically being underwear, made my own face burn with remembered shame.
My voiceover filled the room, the words I’d recorded just hours ago: “Seatless panties are a special kind of training tool. They make a modest bride hyperaware of her vulnerability, of how easily her husband can access what belongs to him. Every movement becomes a reminder that her bottom is available for his use at any moment.”
Scott’s fingers pressed harder against my clit, his breathing harsh against my neck. “You understand this so perfectly,” he murmured.
The scene cut forward—my edit jumping to later that afternoon. Debbie was bent over the kitchen counter, the seatless pantiesstill on, their delicate lace framing her exposed bottom as Mark pressed against her rear entrance with his thick cock.
“The panties stay on,” Mark said firmly when Debbie reached back as if to remove them. “I want you to understand that this”—he pushed forward, breaching her—“can happen anytime I choose.”
I whimpered as Scott’s rhythm inside me matched Mark’s on screen, both of us watching Debbie take her suitor’s cock in her bottom while still technically dressed. The psychological impact of it, the way it reduced her to nothing but available holes even while clothed, sent me spiraling toward climax.
“Come with me,” Scott commanded, his voice strained. “Now, Grace.”
We shouted together, my pussy clenching around him as he filled me with his seed, our cries mixing with Debbie’s on-screen moans. The shared release felt very different from our earlier encounters—more intimate and more connected.
As we lay there panting, Scott’s arms tightened around me. “Grace,” he said, and something in his voice made my heart skip. “I need to tell you something.”
I turned slightly to look at him, still full of his slowly softening cock. His expression was more vulnerable than I’d ever seen it, the controlled mask completely gone.
“I’m falling in love with you,” he said simply, the words hanging in the air between us like a confession. “I know this started as training, as a professional arrangement, but somewhere along the way…” He trailed off, then began again, equally simply. “I’d like you to move in with me.”
My lips parted, but no sound came out. Scott smiled, and kissed me, long and deep.
“Does that help?” he asked softly.
“Oh, yes,” I said. “Yes to everything.”
The End