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We Meet Again
W e return to Room 1042, the one with the mirrored walls, and find the four trainers waiting for us. When Amethyst takes off her shoes and sets them by the door, I quickly follow suit and stand beside her proudly while the rest of the class is reprimanded by Dono Marcelo for failing to do the same.
It puts all of us on high alert, realizing that we are expected to remember and follow the orders given on previous nights.
Headmaster Wallace nods to the two of us in approval before addressing the class. “For the first practicum of the night, expect your partners to be demanding as you practice the positions you learned yesterday. We expect your movements to be graceful as you transition from one position to another.”
I’m a little nervous, since grace has never been something I’ve been known for. That’s Gwen’s specialty.
Curious who our partners will be tonight, I’m rendered speechless when I see the Doms from last night enter the room—all except Leōn.
Dono Marcelo addresses me. “Because you failed to keep your eyes averted during the practicum last night, I expect you to keep your eyes closed for the duration of the scene. Prove that you can follow this simple command without issue.”
I blush, embarrassed that I’m being punished, but answer humbly, “Yes, Dono Marcelo.”
Closing my eyes, I pray I don’t accidentally open them. I have a feeling that if I fail, they may cut me from this course. Swallowing hard, my anxiety rises when I hear someone new enter the room and their footsteps draw close to me.
This man is wearing a cologne with a fresh but masculine scent.
“We meet again.”
My body tingles with excitement when I hear his voice. The attraction I feel for Leōn is just as intense as last night. I want nothing more than to meet his gaze and feel incredibly silly standing beside him with my eyes closed.
Mistress Kim instructs the Dominants, “You may take your submissive anywhere within the room. While practicing their poses, we would like you to focus on their transitions.”
Leōn takes my arm and wraps it around his, leading me away from the others. “Do you remember the kneeling position I favor in a private setting?”
“I do,” I answer breathlessly.
“Good. Because I want to see you exactly as I described it.”
It dawns on me what he’s saying. “You want me to be naked?”
“Without question.”
I’m hesitant, concerned he won’t find me attractive when he sees me without my sexy uniform on. Up until now, the only partner I’ve been naked with is Lord Murray, and that’s different because he’s a trainer.
But Leōn…he’s perfectly perfect. I don’t want to disappoint him.
He takes a step back from me and murmurs in a husky tone, “I’ll enjoy watching you strip for me, jewel.”
There he goes using that sweet sub name on me again, making my heart melt even more.
Certain that the trainers are scrutinizing me, I have no choice but to comply if I want to avoid another bad critique.
But there’s no possible way I can look sensual taking these tights off without some type of support, so I ask, “May I have a chair, Leōn?”
“Of course.” I hear him walk away, then return moments later. “Headmaster Wallace offered his chair for our scene.”
I blush as Leōn sets the chair down. It’s mortifying to know that the headmaster is now standing because of me. With the pressure mounting, it’s critical I make this worth his sacrifice.
Reaching for the back of the chair, I take a moment to breathe in deeply. Thankfully, there is an advantage to the punishment of keeping my eyes closed. It allows me to concentrate more on what I’m doing.
Choosing to embrace the badass inside me who conquered the violet wand last night, I face Leōn with a confident smile as I slowly undo the laces of my corset. Freeing my breasts from their tight confines, I toss the corset away with a graceful flick of my wrist. To add a little flirtatious tease, I reach under my skirt and pull off my thong. Stepping out of it with one foot, I use the other to toss it in the air away from me.
“Nice…” Leōn murmurs lustfully.
His comment spurs me on, and I turn away from him, keeping one hand on the back of the chair as I lean forward. Flicking up the back of my skirt for the briefest of moments, I let him catch just a glimpse of my naked pussy through the opening of the tights.
Turning back to face him, I moan seductively as I run my hands over my large breasts and then slip my hands lower to unzip my skirt.
I let it fall to the floor and step out of it, leaving my pussy visible in my black peek-a-boo tights.
“Do you like what you see?” I ask in a playful tone to hide my nervousness.
“I do. It makes me eager to see you completely naked.”
Encouraged by his response, I envision old movies where the glamorous heroine slips off her hosiery. Holding that image in my mind, I shimmy the waistband of the tights over my wide hips. Taking hold of the chair, I sit down gracefully and begin slowly rolling the material down a little at a time to reveal more skin with each passing moment.
After freeing one foot, I lift my other leg in the air and point my toes like a ballerina as I slip the tights off completely.
Now fully naked, I decide to tease him by opening my legs wide, exposing all of me, before crossing my legs. I then cross my arms at my elbows, putting my hands on my knees in a playful pose that discreetly hides my nipples from his view.
I’m gratified when I hear him clap and desperately wish I could see the expression on his face.
“That was beautiful, jewel.”
I bow my head slightly to him.
“Now, I want you to kneel as if I’m the only person in the room.”
Hearing his sexy command fills me with desire, and I slowly get up from the chair to kneel before him. Putting my arms behind me, I straighten my back to show off my bare chest and open my legs shoulder-width apart as he instructed, remembering to tilt my head up slightly.
Even though I am naked and exposed, I feel a sense of power as he slowly walks around me, studying my body from every angle.
“Breathtaking.”
I bask in his praise.
“Now present yourself to me.”
Keeping my movements slow and measured, I transition to my hands and knees. Spreading my legs wide, I lower my torso to the floor and press my palms together.
On full display for him, I hear his ragged breath behind me. “I am unable to resist you.”
I let out an excited gasp when I feel him lower himself to the floor, placing his hands on my ass. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since last night.”
My body aches with the need to connect with him, and I wait in breathless anticipation. “Please,” I beg.
“Continue your lesson with Miss Lane,” I hear Dono Marcelo call out from across the room.
Instead of listening to the trainer, Leōn growls huskily, “We will not be denied again.”
“Yes,” I murmur in agreement, tilting my hips upward when he presses his hard cock between my outer lips. The two of us are prisoners to the scorching need we have for each other.
I moan softly as he positions the head of his cock against my opening and penetrates me deeply. I bite my lip to stop from crying out, reveling in the feel of his shaft moving inside my wet pussy.
Soon, his thrusts become more demanding. “I enjoy the way your body responds to the depth of my cock.”
“I love the feel of you,” I purr.
Leōn stops for a moment and fists my hair, pulling my head back. “I want you to feel it when I come.”
“Yes,” I moan. With my eyes closed, I feel everything more intensely. I momentarily forget to breathe when he grabs my waist in his strong hands and begins pounding me.
I’m so caught up in the heat of the moment that I forget where I am and cry out loudly when I feel his passionate release.
Afterward, Leōn remains deep inside me, both of us breathing heavily as we recover from our spirited coupling. Moments later, I hear the others in the room start to ramp up, obviously inspired by us.
Soon after, all of us are called to stand in front of the panel.
Dono Marcelo gives me permission to open my eyes. It’s painfully clear by the expression on his face that he isn’t happy.
Afraid that my obsession with Leōn is about to be my downfall, I’m surprised when Dono Marcelo turns his attention to Leōn. “Your task was to instruct your submissive while she practiced her positions.”
Leōn nods. “Yes, Marcelo. I found her to be proficient and rewarded her accordingly.”
I struggle to keep from smiling at his answer.
But Dono Marcelo is less than impressed.
Concerned, I glance at Headmaster Wallace as he returns to the table with the chair. The expression on his face takes me by surprise. I catch a glimpse of longing mixed with profound sadness before he glances away.
Dono Marcelo proceeds to give Leōn a stern lecture before asking him to leave. This time, I am not given the chance to thank him.
Leōn, seemingly unfazed, gives me a wink before walking out.
I can’t stop obsessing about the man the rest of the night—not even in the auditorium, when Clueless, who called her safeword on the first night, calls it a second time before she even takes the stage.
Goosebumps rise on my skin when I think about Leōn touching my body or the way it felt when he came inside me. Everything about our encounter has my body humming with desire for more.
Whatever punishment the trainers dream up for me, it was definitely worth the experience! But I’m surprised that I didn’t receive a reprimand after Leōn left the room. It makes me wonder if my punishment will be coming come later.
Headmaster Wallace addresses us all at the end of the evening. I respond to the contagious excitement in his voice when he tells us, “On Friday, you will meet in the lobby at 8 PM, where you will wait for the limousine to take you to the airport. Please be sure to pack an overnight bag and bring your passport for this excursion…”
Recalling his forlorn expression during the earlier practicum versus now, I question if I was simply mistaken.
“…when we land, you will have several hours to explore the city before the auctions take place. Rest assured, the Dominants who will be in attendance have been heavily vetted and will be apprised of your fantasy beforehand. The one who wins your bid will then act out your fantasy with you.”
Pixie Girl raises her hand and asks him with a coy grin, “What fantasy is that, Headmaster?”
“The one you wrote in your journal today.”
My heart skips a beat.
Headmaster Wallace smiles when he tells us, “What better way to introduce you to the submissive lifestyle than to have your most cherished fantasy played out in real life?”
Everyone starts chattering excitedly, thrilled by the news.
Amethyst raises her hand. “Where are we headed?”
Our headmaster smirks when he answers, “That will become apparent once we arrive.”
Even though I knew about the auctions and the travel, I never considered I’d be living out my fantasy with a stranger. I seriously regret not writing down something more conventional, like being rescued by a sexy fireman or losing my virginity with a handsome stranger.
“You are in for an exceptional experience,” Headmaster Wallace assures us. “The winning Dominant will take you for the remainder of the day. On your return, we will hold a short debriefing before the flight back home.”
Clueless asks worriedly, “We’re going to be leaving the school?”
“Yes, Miss Howard. We want you to have real-life experiences. Every Friday, you will travel to a new destination to spend time with a different Dom to live out your fantasies or theirs.”
Everyone can’t stop talking about the upcoming auction as we wait for the elevator as a group. The idea that we will be flying somewhere unknown to be bid on is both exhilarating and daunting.
Lord Murray walks past the group, turns his head to glance at me, and says simply, “Follow.”
When I leave the others to join him, Beefcake smirks and mouths the words Bye-bye .
Tears prick my eyes, terrified that Lord Murray wants to release me from the program because of what happened with Leōn.
Determined to stay, I start mulling over my defense, unwilling to leave here without a fight. After the trainer leads me to a private room and shuts the door, I wait for the ax to fall.
“You disrespected me by faking an orgasm last night.”
Relief floods my system, and I explain, “I meant it as a compliment, Lord Murray.”
“Explain how lying to me is meant to be a compliment.”
I sputter, “I…wanted you to know how much I enjoyed our session.” I glance down at the floor and confess. “I didn’t think you would notice, since none of my boyfriends ever have.”
“You do realize I’m not an idiot?”
I smile in response and assume he’s being funny until I look up and see the stern look on his face.
“Communication is the keystone of BDSM, Miss Lane. Trust is essential.”
The magnitude of my mistake hits me in the chest. “I’m sorry.”
“What made it worse is having the other trainers witness your disrespect.”
I look up. “I’m sure they didn’t know.”
He raises an eyebrow.
My face burns a deep red. “You think they could tell?”
“Yes, Miss Lane. All of us were witnesses to your theatrics.”
I cover my face with my hands, suddenly realizing what I fool I’ve made of myself. But I have to face the truth…
After lowering my hands, I meet his gaze. “I’m profoundly sorry, Rìgh.”
“I’ll forgive you for this offense. But promise me that you will never do it again. It’s disrespectful to your partner—and yourself. Do you understand why?”
I shake my head.
“Your partner can never learn to please you if you don’t let them know how.”
I shrug. “To be honest, I’ve never felt they wanted to know.”
“Then they were not worthy of you.”
His assessment is so sweet that it catches me off guard. “Thank you.”
“I trust I’ve made myself clear, Miss Lane.”
I look at him gratefully and nod.
“You may go.”
I leave the room, feeling both humbled and stunned.
Lord Murray has so many sides to him. I never suspected the imposing trainer had such a tender heart. I’m embarrassed that I’ve been blind to it because all his physical attributes point to him being a hard man.
This is a lesson that will be forever etched in my heart.