Page 43 of Learn For Me
Her soft mewl of disappointment shot straight to his balls, demanding he rectify the problem. When he didn’t, her movements became edgy and frustrated as she rode his hand. Silky wetness began to pool in his palm.
There were less than two hours before the grand opening, he mused. Teaching Olivia how a dynamic worked, the highs and the lows, meant exposing her to the elements of both.
Might as well give her a taste of each side of the coin.
A second finger joined the first, fucking into her until she tried to lift her hips away.
“Ah-ahh,” he chastised, releasing her throat to secure her hip. “No escaping, angel.”
A few strokes against her G-spot and he brought her to the pinnacle, her muscles pulsing around his digits as her body tensed. Quick as a whip, he slid out of her, leaving her hanging on the edge of the orgasm she craved.
“What—”
It fizzled, the heat of the moment and her imminent climax fading. She gave him a confused frown, her lips downturned at the corners.
“It’ll be worth it,” Zeke assured her, thrusting back inside her pussy without preamble. He groaned, relishing her instinctive clench, teasing her back toward the peak she wasn’t going to reach for a while. “This is a game we call edging, Livvy. I’m going to torment you for a few hours, bringing you so close to coming you’ll almost be able to taste it, then yanking it out of reach.”
“No one wins that kind of game,” she whined.
“On the contrary,” he disagreed, nuzzling the side of her neck with his beard, “we both do. It’s all about control, Olivia. Patience, control, trust. Wanting something so badly, relying on someone else to give it to you, being denied… up you go again,” he encouraged, rubbing her clit with the rough pad of his thumb. “Trust me in this, and you’ll earn something greater in return.”
Her body arched, trembling in response to his touch. “But Ineed…”
“Will you submit, angel? Put my wishes above your needs?”
“I… oh,” she whispered. Unable to help herself, she ground onto his fingers, pushing them deep, her moans resonating. “All night?”
“No. Just until I let you come.”
That was the crux that some newbies never wrapped their head around.Let, allow, permit.Dominance was taking control, removing it from their grasp, and instilling the Dom’s power as law, with all the consequences that came with it.
Of course, with that power came untold responsibility—a Dom had his own lessons to learn; how to temper his actions and language, balance his desires with the safety and comfort of his sub. Pushing limits was fun and exciting, but not at the expense of causing harm to the woman trusting him with all she was.
The rapid flutter of her cunt warned him she was close; circling her ever higher, he captured her on the brink. “Submit?”
Her nails transferred to his arms, digging in sharply. Despite every muscle yearning toward climax, she squeezed her eyes shut and nodded once. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” For the second time, he removed her stimulation, and listened to her yowl of protest ring in his ears.
Thrice more, he nudged her to the precipice with skilled hands.
Thrice more, he denied her a happy ending.
Finally, when she broke down and sobbed, Zeke wrapped his arms around her, cradling her close, until her frustration and sobs ebbed. With a pat on the ass—and strict instructionsnotto touch herself, he sent her off to shower and change for the evening in the clothes he’d already laid out for her on the bed.
They were going to be tardy, but some things were more important than being on time.
***
Olivia
Submit?
That single-word question spun around in her head as they turned down a long drive, almost an hour after they left Zeke’s house. It rang like a bell each time he slipped his hand beneath the hemline of her short dress and fondled her pussy until she was ready to scream.
The truck rode the stretch of fresh black asphalt smoothly, all the way down to a large parking lot where she counted no less than fifteen cars already lined up like vehicular soldiers. A few more were in the process of finding their own space, but Zeke just drove around them and braked to a gentle stop in one of the spots markedReserved.
“It’s gonna be a busy night,” he commented. “Good. I wondered if convenience would outweigh loyalty.”