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Sparks Fly

“K neel for me.”

I never thought in a thousand years that hearing those words could make me hot. Yet, here I am, eager to kneel before Leōn with my panties getting increasingly wet.

I put my arms behind me and straighten my back to enhance the sensuality of my pose.

“Nice,” he murmurs in a low voice, causing pleasurable goosebumps on my skin as he circles me. I keep my eyes lowered so I won’t be tempted to make eye contact during this practicum without his permission.

When he lifts my chin slightly with his index finger, he states, “There’s no need to bow your head. I want to gaze on your pretty face.”

I smile when I comply.

“I wish I could bottle that smile.”

This man has me completely under his spell…

“Remember the position. This is how I’d want you to kneel in public…if you were my submissive.”

I feel a tingling sensation in my nether regions just hearing him say the words ‘my submissive’.

“However…in private, I’d prefer your knees shoulder-width apart so I can see all of you. I want you to imagine yourself naked right now, jewel.”

I do as he asks and open my legs as I gaze at my reflection in the mirror. I feel scandalously sexy envisioning myself bare-chested with my pussy visibly exposed to him.

“That’s right,” he says, moving my hair behind my shoulders. The light touch of his hands sets my entire body on fire.

“Now, I will teach you how to present to me.”

The way he says “present” sounds so wickedly naughty, it makes my panties even wetter.

“On all fours, jewel.”

I get on my hands and knees, glancing at the mirror as he positions himself behind me.

“Spread your legs wider.”

I bite my bottom lip as I open my legs to him.

“Now, rest on your forearms and put your palms together.”

As I follow his order, I’m quite aware of how my round ass is arched up and on display.

Leōn moves between my open legs and lifts my skirt. With my peek-a-boo tights on, there is only the thin strip of my thong covering my most intimate parts, and I wonder if he can see how wet they are.

I watch his reflection in the mirror as he openly stares at my pussy. I take pleasure in the fact that his hard-on is stretching the material of his dress pants. It’s nice to know I turn him on as much as he does me.

When Leōn looks into the mirror, I immediately drop my gaze, hoping he didn’t catch me watching him. But I can’t help myself. My body aches for this man in ways I’ve never experienced before.

Leōn leans forward and says in a growling whisper, “Naughty girl.”

Even though I’ve been caught, his tone makes it sound as if he’s seducing me rather than correcting me.

Then he adds, “Your panties are wet,” and I am completely undone.

The heat between us is palpable. The only thing I want is for him to slip my thong to the side and plunge his hard cock into me.

Unfortunately, Mistress Kim throws cold water on our intense moment by announcing to the class, “You will form a line in front of the panel with your partner and kneel beside them.”

Everything in me wants to ignore her command, but I dutifully take Leōn’s hand and allow him to help me to my feet. Walking up to the table, I kneel beside my handsome partner in the public pose he chose for me—keeping my chin higher, but my eyes lowered to please the trainers.

I’m surprised when Headmaster Wallace begins the critiques straight away. Starting down the line, no one is spared as each trainer points out issues they observed during the practicum. And then it’s my turn…

Dono Marcelo seems deceptively agreeable when he asks, “What was your assignment today, Miss Lane?”

Pleased with my obvious connection and attentiveness toward Leōn, I remember to keep my gaze on the floor when I answer, “We were to be instructed by our Dom so we could learn their preference regarding different kneeling positions.”

“And…?” Dono Marcelo presses.

I hesitate, desperately wanting to read his expression right now. It takes great strength of will not to look up.

At the same time, I’m so enamored by Leōn’s magnetic presence that I feel confident when I reply, “I successfully learned his preferences, Dono Marcelo.”

“What else?” he asks in a tone that makes it obvious I’ve missed the point.

“Umm…” I frown, having no idea.

“Something you’ve been fighting against our entire conversation.”

That’s when understanding floods through me, and I answer, “Eye contact.”

“Correct. You knew what was expected, yet you defied the directive.”

I look up, saying in my defense, “I never raised my eyes except when he directed my gaze at the beginning.”

The exasperation I see on Dono Marcelo’s face cuts me deeply, especially with Leōn witnessing our exchange. “The mirror, Miss Lane?”

I bow my head and mutter, “I wasn’t sure that counted.”

“Did he command you to look at him?”

“No…”

“And just a moment ago, did I give you permission to meet my gaze?”

I shake my head miserably.

“I expected better.”

Forcing myself to keep my eyes downcast, I promise the entire panel, “I won’t fail again.” I pray Leōn doesn’t think less of me after this rough critique.

But I take some consolation in the fact that Beefcake gets a tongue-lashing from Mistress Kim. Once the panel finishes the rest of the critiques, Headmaster Wallace tells us, “You will now present yourselves to your Doms and finish your scene.”

“All except Mr. Nash and Miss Lane,” Dono Marcelo adds. “You two may stand up and thank your Doms.”

I’m devastated as I face Leōn and mouth the words, “I’m sorry…” I’m so choked up that I’m barely able to croak out a thank you.

He lifts my chin, and instead of disappointment, I see a smirk on his face. He briefly glances down at the bulge in his dress pants. Taking my hand, he kisses it and murmurs, “ Ta léme , my jewel.”

I tilt my head, wondering what he means with those mysterious words…but then I watch as he walks out of the room, and my heart sinks. It feels as if the air has just been sucked out of the room.

“Observe your classmates,” Headmaster Wallace orders.

Feeling lost, I turn to face the others.

Dono Marcelo feels the need to remind both Beefcake and me, “We are serious about eliminating those who aren’t prepared for the six weeks ahead.”

I sigh as I watch my fellow classmates enjoy coupling with partners who check every box on their “desires” list. Needless to say, it doesn’t take long before the room echoes with their boisterous pleasure as they reach a climactic ending.

I can’t help thinking, That could have been me…

I choose to sit by myself in a lounge chair, away from everyone else. My poor body is still screaming in protest after watching Leōn walk out of the room.

I remember Brianna talking about the moment she knew she was a submissive. I swear I had that same reaction when I met Leōn tonight. I didn’t recognize what it was the first time we met in front of the dress shop and we almost took the same cab, but I certainly know it now!

That low voice, his commanding presence, and the way his touch burns like fire on my skin…

Oh, how I long to be his vessel of pleasure, so we can make our wildest fantasies come true together. But it’s so much more than just a physical reaction for me.

I felt some chemistry with Noah, but this…this is on a completely different level!

I sigh out loud, missing his presence.

Amethyst comes over to talk to me. “Don’t be hard on yourself. We’re all going to make mistakes during the course.”

I look up at her and groan. “It’s not that…I’m just sitting here having a pity party because I didn’t get to finish the scene with my partner.”

“Your man was definitely a hottie.”

“Don’t I know it! Everything about him was perfect.” I frown when I confess, “I wish I knew what he said to me. I don’t know what language he was speaking, but it wasn’t Spanish because I took three years of that in high school.”

“It’s sounded like Greek to me.”

I chuckle sadly. “Yeah, same for me…”

“No, I’m serious. It sounded like Greek. I’m kind of a science buff, so I’ve been studying Greek online for fun.”

“For fun?” I laugh, shaking my head in amazement. “You don’t happen to know what he said, do you?”

“I was far down the line, but I think I heard ‘ Ta léme’ which means ‘see you later’.”

“That means I’m going to get to scene with him again!” I cry. I seriously want to jump out of my chair and hug her, but I decide that would freak her out.

Instead, I just smile at her.

Ever since he was ordered out of the room, I’d been wondering why Leōn hadn’t seemed upset. But he must have known we’d be paired up again!

Unable to contain my excitement, I gush, “I can’t thank you enough for solving that mystery.”

Amethyst shrugs. “It’s no big deal.”

When Mistress Kim enters the lounge, the entire room goes silent. Beefcake walks up to the trainer with an expression that suggests he wants to apologize for his mistake.

But she turns away from him and orders all of us, “Come.”

For some unexplainable reason, Beefcake shoots me a nasty glare as if I had something to do with her dismissal of him.

I don’t care.

Nothing can bring me down from this high, now that I know I’m about to see Leōn again!

As soon as our group sits down in the auditorium, Headmaster Wallace begins, “As you know, we expect you to observe and learn from one another. There’s no point in repeating a lesson when you can gain that knowledge through someone else’s example. Which one of you would like to go first tonight?”

I immediately raise my hand, being careful to keep my gaze down. The thought of scening on the stage with Leōn already has my pussy gushing with wetness.

I wonder which BDSM scene he’s chosen to play out with me…

“Very well, Miss Lane. You may take the stage.”

Keeping my eyes glued to the floor, I waltz onto the stage brimming with confidence. This girl is not about to fail a second time!

“Miss Lane, last night you engaged in an activity you marked as something you disliked on your application, and you scened with a Dominant that had characteristics you do not find attractive.”

“Yes, Headmaster,” I reply solemnly, not wanting to hurt Lord Murray’s feelings. But I’m finding it hard to hide how excited I am knowing that Leōn is about to take the stage.

“Tonight, the same partner will join you onstage and introduce you to something unknown. We will be observing how you adapt to a new situation and the level of trust you have with the same Dominant.”

Headmaster Wallace’s pronouncement is like a bucket of cold water on my soul. My mouth falls open, and I struggle hard not to show my disappointment when I hear Lord Murray get up and start climbing the stairs to join me.

Headmaster Wallace asks, “Is there an issue, Miss Lane?”

“No,” I answer meekly as the giant of a man takes the stage and joins me.

“Excellent. Please proceed, Lord Murray.”

Turning to face me, the imposing trainer asks, “Are you prepared to scene with me?”

“I am.”

“You don’t sound convincing.”

I let out a nervous sigh. “May I look up at you?”

“Yes, wild thistle.”

I shiver as I lose myself in those dark green eyes.

Even though the trainer still scares me, I know the only way I’ll ever have a chance to scene with Leōn is to put my trust into Lord Murray’s hands.