Page 17 of Stand Your Ground

“If you want to be good at this, you need to listen — both to my verbal and nonverbal commands. Understand?”

I nodded.

She nodded in return, releasing my hair and re-gripping the back of the chair. “Good. Now make me come.”

A Little Teeth

Livia

Never in a million years would I have ever guessed I’d have Carter Fabri’s face between my thighs.

But here we were, well into our first lesson, and he’d earned the chance.

I sensed his nervousness from the moment I told him to unbutton his shirt, but I also picked up on his anticipation. It was different from the excitement of the submissives I’d had in the past. His body reacted to my praise, sure. I had a feeling he’d like the humiliation even more, once we broke into that kind of play.

But he was more excited tolearn.

From the first correction I gave him, he was listening. He was tuned in, asking if he was doing it right, watching my face for a reaction, smiling when I gave him something as small as an open-mouthed pant of approval.

My hesitation over this whole agreement was dissipating the more the lesson went on.

Because, apparently, my new kink was an eager-to-please student.

Carter’s nostrils flared as he dragged his eyes down the length of me to where I had my legs spread for him. One heel was hiked up onto the back of the chair he sat in, the other oneworking to keep me steady. I held onto the chair with both hands at first, too, and bucked my hips to his mouth.

“I saideat.”

He obeyed immediately, but when he dove straight into tonguing between my lips, I pulled away.

“Have you learned nothing? That’s not how you kissed my breasts or my thighs, is it?”

Carter swallowed, his eyes searching mine before he leaned in to try again.

If he were my true submissive, I would have made him answer me. I would have made him call me mistress and I would have punished him for not knowing how to properly eat me out.

But this was a teacher and student, a moment of education.

I was almost as out of my wheelhouse as Carter was.

Still, I held the power I always craved, the control I would never be okay sharing. It was still him at my command and me calling the shots. It was just with a new twist.

I noted the way his arms shook against the restraints I had him in as he began again. This time, he toyed with me, nosing my clit before he teased it with a single slash of his tongue.

Better, I thought. But I didn’t reward him yet.

I waited, watching, assessing what his first moves were. I was learning just the same as he was, except I was learning about the man I was working with, how he ticked, how to coach him, what areas would need coaching in the first place. I had no idea where he was on the scale of adept intimacy, but I was figuring it out.

He clearly wasn’t brand new to eating a woman out. I knew that from how quickly he went from teasing and kissing my cunt to paying attention to my clit. Good. He knew where it was, at least.

But I could also tell he wasn’t confident in his performance. His eyes kept darting up to mine, brows pinching just enough to let me know he wondered what was going on in my mind. He’dnever stay with one motion too long before changing — sucking and then licking, kissing and then a nip of his teeth.

“If you want a woman to fall apart for you, you have to make her feel safe to do so,” I told him, petting his hair. “She needs to know she doesn’t need to be shy or worried about being selfish. So, how do you communicate that to me? How do you let me know that you like being there, between my legs, tasting me? How do you let me know you’re not in a rush, that I can relax and take my time, and you won’t feel burdened?”

That seemed to sink in for my student, his brows furrowing in determination now instead of concern. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before he slowed everything down — the kisses against the inside of my thighs, the drags of his tongue from my opening up to my clit, the swirl of it once he reached that detonator. Without further instruction, he began to make out with my pussy, his kisses long and sloppy and open-mouthed.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Just like that. It feels so good.”

His efforts doubled, and I knew from how his shoulders flexed that he ached to touch me. I also knew he could probably get me there faster if I let him. But this was a lesson in oral — and true oral meant only using his mouth.