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“
Very
teacherly of you,” I teased.

“
Indeed.
People hate it though.”

“
I imagine so.
Being treated like you're a child when you're an adult isn't fun at
all.”

“
That's the
whole point of it. It's a punishment. It's not supposed to be fun.
Those are just some examples though. I have a variety of other ways.
I just wanted you to know that the vast majority of them aren't
horrifying, so you really don't have much to fear besides boredom and
frustration.”

“
So what do I
have to look forward to then?”

“
Plenty. There
are so many kinks in this world, and I'll explore all of them with
you.”

Now that sounded
like fun. My sex life was pretty vanilla in exception for my little
voyeurism stunt at the cheer studio. I was so ready for more. Sex had
become an exciting adventure for me, and I wanted to explore every
facet it had to offer.

“
Like what?”
I asked eagerly.

“
The variety
is even more numerous than my list of minor punishments. There's the
typical bondage, pain play, hot wax, lots of other stuff. We'll
experiment to find out what you like and don't like.”

“
Sounds
exciting,” I admitted.

“
That's half
of the fun.” He grinned wolfishly.

“
So when do we
get started?”

“
Oh, I have a
lot more to tell you, and then I want you to take the night to really
think about this. I know it sounds like fun and games right now, but
it's not something to enter into lightly. I am a very strict teacher,
and you need to be emotionally prepared for the things you'll have to
do and freedoms you'll have to give up.”

Now it was starting
to sound scary again. I decided to shut my mouth and listen for the
rest of the lesson, letting Damien have the floor completely.

He continued, “As
I've told you before, BDSM is the acronym for Bondage and Discipline,
Dominance and Submission, and Sadism and Masochism. Bondage is
obviously the use of ropes and restraints. Discipline can mean either
one of two things. The first is the ability to follow orders. The
second meaning is the actual act of discipline for bad behavior,
which is also known as punishment. Dominance refers to Masters and
Doms and the roles they play to take ownership of their submissives,
slaves, or pets. Submission is the art of giving oneself over to the
Dominant's will completely. This happens on many levels. Physically,
emotionally, sexually, sometimes even financially, depending on the
dynamic of the relationship. Sadism is the act of deriving sexual
pleasure from inflicting physical pain on others. And Masochism is
the act of deriving sexual pleasure from having pain inflicted on
oneself. Typically, but not always, Master and Doms fall on the
sadistic end of the spectrum, while submissives fall into the
masochistic side.

“
It's
important to remember that BDSM is not all about kink play. A true
Master and submissive relationship has a lot more to do with control
outside of the bedroom. Being a submissive means to give yourself to
someone completely, to follow their every rule, and to take
punishment whenever you disobey.

“
A Master's
responsibility is to train and discipline, to dictate and structure,
and above all, to protect and provide for their submissive's physical
and emotional needs. It is a relationship between two responsible
consenting individuals on the basis that one is meant to lead, and
the other is meant to serve.

“
If you agree
to take on these lessons, you are going to have to be willing to do
everything I say, when I say it, without hesitation. I will be your
Mentoring Dominant. My word will be law.

“
In return, I
promise to never abuse you or my power as your Mentoring Dominant.
And I will never punish you without telling you why and making you
understand and accept it completely. I will provide for you by giving
you emotional support and mentoring you with your life choices. I
want you to feel like you can come to me with anything, whether it be
about our lessons or things that are going on in your day to day
life. Everything you tell me and share with me will be held in
complete confidence.”

Now it was sounding
good again, almost like . . . a relationship. No, that was just my
mind being hopeful. Damien Reed had no interest in me like that. This
was just taking our lessons to the next level, as he called it.

“
Can you give
me an idea of what these lessons are going to entail?” I asked.

“
The first few
weeks will be mostly lecture and obedience training. I'll come up
with a contract that we can both agree upon, which will outline a
punishment and reward system. We'll set goals and create a timeline
for achieving them. I'll also be giving you homework over the
weekends that will help to educate you further in the ways of the
lifestyle.”

“
And once my
training is over with? Then what?”

“
Then, if
you're interested, I can help you find a Master.”

But it won't be
you,
I wanted to say. My heart sank.
He wants to train me to
be some sexual submissive and then pass me off to someone else.
Perhaps this wasn't something I wanted after all.

“
What if I
don't want to take these lessons?”

“
Then you
don't have to.” He didn't look the least bit surprised. “There
are still things I can teach you, and we can still explore some of
the kink that's used in BDSM.”

“
But our
relationship won't be as intimate?” The question was awkward,
but I felt it was important in making my decision.

“
I think we've
already gotten pretty intimate.”

It's not the same
though—not the same as him actually caring about my life—caring
about me.
I didn't need to clarify the difference to myself. What
he was talking about was sex. What I was talking about was something
much more—something much deeper.

“
It's a lot to
think about,” I admitted.

“
It is.”

“
So, is there
anything else I should know before I make my decision?”

“
No. I think I
covered most of the bases. All of the important ones, at least.”

“
Alright. What
other lesson do you have planned for me today then?”

Damien stood,
turning to the chest of drawers to set his clipboard down. The notes
he had taken were few and far between. I think tonight it was
supposed to be my turn to jot things down, but I found my notepad
blank.

“
Did you know
I have a pool?” he asked. Then I watched his fingers grip the
bottom of his T-shirt, his hands crossed one over the other, pulling
it over the defined muscles of his back like a sexy stripper.

I gaped, and an
onslaught of cheers came from my subconscious.
Yes! Take it off!
Take it all off! I've been wanting to see you shirtless for so
long—completely naked, for so long.

“
Backyard.
Never,” I stuttered out, and then felt like a complete idiot.

“
What?”
He turned, giving me a quizzical look.

My eyes stared at
his broad chest, tracing the fine smattering of manicured hair down
over his tight abdominal muscles. It took everything in me not to hit
my knees and drag my tongue across the groove of the V that led into
his pants. He looked so delicious I thought I might orgasm just from
gazing upon him.

I cleared my throat.
“No. I didn't. You've never taken me into the backyard before.”

Now he was sitting
back in the chair, pulling off his shoes and socks. The pants were
coming off next, and I couldn't wait to see everything beneath them.

He paused, looking
up at me a bit annoyed. “Unless you like swimming in your
clothes, I recommend getting undressed.”

“
Oh
. . . yeah,” I stammered, trying to pry my eyes away from him
long enough to start taking off my own clothes.

When we were both
naked, I followed him out of the room, watching his ass as he walked.
It was a nice round ass, firm and squeezable. I wanted to make grabby
hands at it, but if he caught me, I knew I'd die of embarrassment.

Damien
led me through a sliding glass door out onto an expansive patio. The
pool wasn't the biggest I had ever seen, but it was crystal clear. I
couldn't help but wonder if there was a sexy pool boy who came to
take care of it. Maybe they could both bang me.
Oh Chey,
you're absolutely horrible. What has this man done to you?

Completely out of
character, Damien ran to the edge of the pool and did a cannon ball
into the water. I couldn't help but laugh. If there was a playful
bone in his entire body, this was the first time I had ever seen it.

“
Come
on in.” He waved to me with a smile, looking absolutely yummy
with water droplets glistening off of his skin.

Unable to contain
myself, I jumped in after him. Almost as soon as I resurfaced, he was
pulling me into his arms, kissing me passionately. We kissed and
groped and cuddled and smiled and laughed. It was like Damien was a
completely different person. . . a person I could see myself falling
in love with.

When the excitement
finally died down, I floated in his arms, looking out over the
horizon. All that could be seen around us were fields and forest and
the setting sun. It was incredibly romantic, like something straight
out of a movie.

My heart drummed in
my chest, stirred by the warm feelings that consumed me. We gazed
into each other's eyes, and all the hardness was gone from his. He
wasn't a teacher or a Dom. He was just a man.

I moaned softly as
he leaned in to kiss me, shooting sparks through my entire body. For
once, he looked like he was truly enjoying himself—truly
enjoying being with me. Not in a sexual way, but on a more personal
level.

The moment was
short-lived though, and soon he was pushing me up against the side of
the pool, his thick erection pressing between my legs. Romantic
Damien disappeared, and carnal Damien took his place. I liked them
both, but a small part of me wanted romantic Damien back.

“
Sex
in the water is tricky,” he explained, urging me to spread my
legs for him. I did, and he nudged his tip at my opening, gripping
the edge of the pool to steady himself as he pressed inside.

It was one of the
stranger sexual encounters I had experienced. Damien kept his body
against mine, thrusting lightly. Our buoyancy threatened to separate
us, but he held on tightly to the pool ledge, trapping me against the
wall. The best part of the experience was the friction his pubic bone
made against my clit . . . and the fact that I finally had him naked.
I draped my arms over his strong shoulders, craning my head back and
enjoying the ambiance, enjoying having him inside me, enjoying the
cool water coursing around our coupled bodies.

He leaned forward,
kissing my throat, and I purred at the touch of his lips. The kiss
was deep, wet, and with lots of tongue. Then his teeth came out to
play, biting into my delicate flesh. I winced, feeling the pinching
pain crawl up my neck. It was a good kind of pain though. If it
weren't for thoughts of Chase playing in the back of my mind, I would
have wanted him to mark me. As it was, I hoped he let up before he
caused a bruise.

“
Easy
now, tiger,” I whispered, and he instantly withdrew, kissing a
trail up to my ear.

“
If
you accept my lessons, easy will be as hard as I make it.”

The dominant sound
of his voice sent a pulse of pleasure straight to my clit, and when
he thrust forward, it was all it took to set my body into overdrive.
My muscles clenched tightly around him as the wave of my orgasm
played through, and I groaned shamelessly, fantasizing about what it
would be like to be owned by him completely. These sexual romps were
a delicious taste, but my body secretly wanted more—my heart
secretly wanted more.

He picked up the
pace, pumping so hard that water splashed over the side of the pool.
I could feel his rigid manhood inside me, spreading me wide, as if it
was getting harder by the second. My mouth was gasps of pleasure,
listening to his heavy breathing. And then warmth flooded between us,
and I knew he was coming. Unlike before, he didn't pull out. The
feeling was absolutely exquisite, and I allowed myself to be lost in
the bliss of it, lost in him.