Physical Education (8 page)

In one hand, he held the little butt plug that she’d been fitted for, and he squeezed a glob of lube over it and his finger.

“Now, take a few deep breaths,” he said, “and try not to tense up.”

She felt his finger gliding over the tender opening and then ever-so-slowly entering her, followed by the plug. She felt a delicious pressure, and she fantasized about what it would feel like to be filled and stretched even further.

“I’m not going to be able to last,” she said. “It’s too much.”

“You haven’t felt anything yet,” he said, turning on the vibrating plug. Then he brought the egg down on her clit once again, and it took all of her concentration not to jump off the table.

With both areas being stimulated, she felt even more oddly empty. She longed for Reed to slide into her, to feel him pumping furiously inside. She gritted her teeth, doing her best to hold out just a little bit longer.

“Come for me, Amanda,” Reed said. “It’s time. Come for me now.”

Glorious contractions flowed through her lower stomach, sending her senses soaring. She felt her anal muscles squeezing tight around the vibrating object as wave upon wave of orgasm rolled through her. More and more, as Reed rolled the vibrating egg over her clit, until she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please stop, Reed,” she begged.

He didn’t.

* * * *

When the vibrations finally stopped, Amanda felt the plug being slowly removed. She lay limp on the table, relishing the feeling of relaxation.

Reed released the ties on her ankles, and her muscles relaxed even further as he brought her legs back together. Next, she felt him move up toward her arms until one was free. As he reached over her to undo the strap on the other wrist, he had to lean over her body. She could definitely discern his arousal. Guess he wasn’t quite so impervious to her naked body, after all, she thought. Throughout it all, she was vaguely worried that if he wasn’t directly touching her or fucking her, it meant that he really wasn’t all that attracted to her.

As their eyes met, a shiver of anticipation ran through Amanda. Reed’s eyes were clouded with desire. She arched up toward him, rubbing her chest against his obvious erection, and caught his full bottom lip between her teeth. She rolled her tongue against the moist flesh, sucking on it, and letting him know how she could handle his cock.

He moaned into her mouth and kissed her back with an intensity she hadn’t felt from him before.

* * * *

If Amanda was trying to drive him insane, then she certainly was succeeding. It took everything in him not to plunge into her wet slit during that escapade. He could smell her arousal, which only made him want her even more. And her cries of passion just about made him come in his pants again like a horny teenager.

He was torn between teaching her staying power – holding off her own orgasm, and the desire to push her over the edge of pleasure. When they were together, he wanted a much different scene. Not some clinical room. No, call him old fashioned after all this, but he wanted a soft bed, billowy blankets and all the privacy and time in the world to explore each other’s bodies. Too bad his cock didn’t want the same thing.

Now the vixen had her hand on his crotch, and his willpower was just about history.

“Didn’t you say that part of this lesson was for me to learn to please my partner, before going to sleep?” Amanda asked, her big brown eyes looking at him demurely. The slight smile on her lips read completely differently. “It doesn’t look like I’m done here.”

He weighed keeping her strapped down on the table, straddling her and making her suck his cock from that position. That wasn’t going to cut it, though. He wanted to feel not just her mouth, but also her hands on him. As soon as he loosened the last restraint, she pulled herself free, sitting up on the table and immediately taking over.

Very soon, he felt like he was going to be the student, and she would teach him a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget.

Chapter Ten

The warm lotion soothed the soreness of her calf muscles, curving along the line of her leg. Strong fingers moved down to the balls of her feet, stretching out the arch, which had been confined to heels too often as of late. The technician then gently pulled at each toe, increasing the pleasure. He wrapped warm towels around her legs before moving on to paint her toenails.

In the common room of the dorm, Amanda luxuriated in the attention. She usually did her own nails. To have someone pamper her without question doubled the exquisiteness of the experience.

She grew sleepy. Behind her closed eyes, Mandi pictured Reed from the night before: The heavy-lidded look he gave her as his pleasure overtook him, and the curve of his back to his ass when she later left him sated.

She certainly hadn’t come to Sex U. to meet someone. In fact, when she signed away the “use” of her body upon entering the school, it was the last thing she expected. Now here she was: hesitant to continue on, and why? Because of a night with a man with whom she hadn’t even had sex yet? The once-hot towels had cooled and Mandi felt a chill spread through her.

* * * *

With her normal olive-toned shin now looking pale and ashen, Claire came into the dorm, tears streaming down her face. She looked lost, as if she wasn’t aware of her surroundings, as if she hadn’t been living in this space for almost a month.

“What’s going on?” Amanda asked.

The pixie blonde replied by shaking her head and then burrowing into the corner cushion, arms curled over her knees, face tucked into her arms. Sobs wracked her body.

With her blue-painted toes splayed not to smear the fresh color, Amanda scooted down the plush sofa until she was next to Claire. Stroking her back, she soothed, “Come on, honey, talk to me. It can’t be all that bad.”

“He said that I don’t have what it takes,” Claire hiccupped. “He said that I’d never be a dom. I’m too weak, and I might as well just give up and go home now.”

“Who?” Amanda asked.

“Professor Tingsly. And that’s all that’s left for me to do now.

“I’m a failure.”

Amanda weighed what she knew about Claire against the S&M professor. “I can’t believe that,” she said, “I’d love for you to spank me, any day.”

Claire gave a little chuckle. “Yeah? Thanks for that. Just not sure what I’m going to do now.”

“Don’t let him dissuade you,” Amanda said. “It’s probably all part of the game. Maybe you should go talk to Ms. Lucy tonight. See if you have any other alternatives to continuing with that ass of a teacher.”

With the mention of Ms. Lucy, Claire seemed to cheer up. “Maybe I will do that,” she said. “Ms. Lucy seems to understand me, and I feel like I can trust her.”

Amanda pulled Claire tight into a hug, sending her all the positive vibes of friendship and strength that she could. She had a feeling that, deep down, Claire did want to assert herself. The question was if she was going to be able to before it was too late, or if she would simply give up before their time at the school was over.

“Why don’t you go to bed,” Claire said. “I’m going to clean up, talk to Yvette and then see if I can meet up with Ms. Lucy. It’s late, but I need to talk to someone about this tonight.”

Feeling a bit unsure about leaving her friend in need, Amanda took Claire in. Outside appearances, she looked like an absolute mess with her hair disheveled and mascara smeared down her face. But, internally, she possessed a fortitude that should see her through this hurdle.

Claire read Amanda’s concern. “I’m fine. I swear. Go to bed, and you’ll see me tomorrow.”

* * * *

The next morning, Claire’s bunk lay empty and unslept in. On the pillow lay a note, “Sorry, couldn’t take it. Home’s the best place for me.” The wording sounded more than awkward. Amanda couldn’t imagine her girlfriend skipping out. Yet, the proof was there in the perfectly made bed and goodbye missive.

Even still, Mandi decided to talk to Yvette, who informed her that Claire had stopped by the night before with her concerns, and although they had not been able to reach Ms. Lucy via telephone, Yvette had suggested that she walk down to the headmistress’ quarters for some one-on-one counseling.

“We try to have an open-door policy,” Yvette explained. “If there was a problem, Ms. Lucy would want to hear it. I’m surprised that Claire decided to leave; however, we never really know how each student is going to act or react.”

A quick call down to the front desk showed that no one had visited the school’s overseer the night before, but also that no one had checked out. Further, no one reported seeing a car pick up anybody. It was as if Claire had decided to leave and then magically disappeared into thin air.

Even more disturbing, Amanda found a change in her daily schedule. For some reason, she was ordered to report to Ralph Tingsly’s S&M seminar. Thinking about Claire’s puffy eyes the night before, Amanda thought it was the last place that she’d want to go.

* * * *

“I’m sure you all are wondering what you’re doing here,” Ralph said from the front of the room. He looked over the desks, as if personally identifying each of them.

A murmur of “yeses” echoed through the room, and Amanda felt herself nodding her head in the affirmative. She certainly wanted to know why she was there.

As Ralph paused for emphasis, Amanda took a look at her fellow students. There was a mix of students from all the different houses, but one thing lay in common: They were all female. No males, aside from the instructor, inhabited the room.

“Well, for one reason or another,” Ralph’s gaze lingered on Amanda, “everyone in this class has somehow been able to avoid this class, and me. And I like to make sure to get to know all the students personally.”

A tingle – there was that word again – of anticipation traveled down Amanda’s spine. He may want to get to know her better, but Amanda wanted nothing to do with him, or any of his public lessons.

“And somehow,” he continued, “all of you came to my attention.

“Unfortunately, we recently had a student drop out of the program, and I wanted to do a quick introduction to see if there was anyone interested in changing their focus,” Ralph explained.

Right away, Amanda thought about Claire. She’d been gone for less than 24 hours, but the S&M instructor looked less than heartbroken to lose a student. And not in the least bit worried. Instead, he simply wanted to replace her. Move on. It was as if Claire had never been to the school, and Amanda wondered what would happen if she, too, left.

Chapter Eleven

After her public punishment and engagement afterward, Amanda expected to see more of Reed – much more of him. That didn’t end up being the case. Right after that “quality time” together, he lost interest. Just like most men who get what they’ve chased after, she thought: Loved ‘em and left ‘em. They, however, had never gotten the chance to experience that full-on “love” part.

The next few weeks were tough, especially with Claire leaving the school. Amanda felt like she’d lost her closest friend and confidante, and then with Reed’s waning interest, she felt like she was just going through the motions of her classes.

Tonight would be different. Tonight, she planned to party. Let loose. For the most part, over the last few weeks, the dorms had stuck together. Sure, they all ate in the same mess hall, and sometimes the classes were integrated, but when the lights went out… that was it: lockdown. Tonight was dance night. After being with the same-old, same-old people, Amanda was ready for some diversity.

“So what are you wearing tonight?” her tribe mate Monica asked, standing in front of her own closet.

Amanda shrugged her shoulders and continued to peer into her closet, hoping for something she hadn’t seen before to magically appear or for a new combination of pieces to fall into place. The novelty of skimpy clothing had started to wear off. One could only do the short miniskirt and black leather bustier outfit so often.

No such luck. And then she thought about it: Claire’s clothes. Sure they were built differently: While Amanda boasted plenty in the cleavage department, Claire was more stylishly graceful (flat). Still, she remembered a particular red dress that she’d seen the sometimes shy Clarissa eyeing, but that she’d never worn.

Although it had been a few weeks since Claire had disappeared in the night, no one had been around to clean out her locker. Amanda found this a bit odd, but it certainly worked in her favor. Giving Monica a conspiratorial glance, she crossed over to Claire’s locker and opened it up. On the inside door, she’d taped a photo of her and her fiancé.

“Wonder why she left this behind?” Amanda said aloud, fingering the photo. Maybe she’d keep it as a memento of her friend.

“Don’t know,” Monica said, “probably forgot that she put it there. And, if she was going home, she wouldn’t take the school’s clothing, right?”

“Makes sense,” Amanda said.

She sorted through the hanging dresses, easily finding the flashy red number. It probably would have looked fantastic on Claire, if she would have allowed herself to wear it. Whoever had picked out the clothes, and for some reason Amanda had a feeling that Ms. Lucy played a big hand in the selection, knew what would have looked good on the budding dominatrix.

It also would look good on her, too, and it would probably garner some attention from Reed. There was no way that he was going to miss her wearing this dress – what there was of it, she thought, as she held it up against her body.

A slow wolf’s whistle rang out, and she looked up to see Clyde admiring her. “Now that’s what I call a money maker,” he said. “You better save a dance for me.”

* * * *

Sometime after dinner, the mess hall had lost all its “mess” status and had been transformed in a fairy’s wet dream. Rainbow-colored gossamer hung from the ceiling in billowing streams. Sapphire, garnet and canary-yellow softened lights added to the ambiance. Two side walls had been pulled back, leaving one side of the room completely open to the outdoors. The area’s night-time fog blanketed the outside quad and rolled indoors. The combination made it feel like they were floating through a magical wonderland where any adventure or fantasy could take place.

No wallflowers clung to the walls. Instead, they all swayed with the intoxicating rhythm of the music. Amanda could feel the beat vibrating through her body. Most of the party-goers had chosen to wear dark colors or black. Her dress stood out like a splash of blood in a swirling sea of sharks. She’d come looking for some attention, and she’d received plenty of it. Too much, in fact.

After dancing with one partner after another, an oasis of bodies pressed up against her, pushing her into the next person, and she’d escaped to the refreshments table. She’d barely gotten there, feeling the soothing coolness of the pineapple punch tempt her taste buds, when a voice spoke from behind her.

“Will you dance with me?”

There was no doubt that since the moment she saw him during orientation, Mandi had had a thing for Reed. Despite any thoughts of avoiding him this evening, and somehow making him pay for his inattention, her body immediately responded to him.

She turned, taking in the sight of his gorgeous body. The blue lights above him gave an iridescent purple hue to his dark hair.

“I thought you’d never ask,” she said, placing her glass back onto the table. She anticipated his touch, feeling him again. And then, she was in his arms.

While the dance floor felt crowded before, now all she knew was Reed. The song shifted to Blue October’s “Hate Me.” He held her close against his strong body, and simply said, “I’ve missed you.”

His warm breath sent shivers down her neck, and she inhaled his scent of fresh wood and apple blossoms.

“So what ever happened to that sexy Italian chic, Claire? Your tribe mate?” he asked.

Mandi stiffened. Is that why he asked me to dance? So he could get to Claire?

“I don’t know. She was gone one morning when I woke up,” she said, pulling back to meet his eyes. “Wouldn’t you know more though, as a trainer?”

“We’re not told everything. Did she mention anything?”

“Like ‘I’m feeling like a trashy ho and I’m outta here’? Nope. She didn’t say nada.”

She felt like throwing out the question, “Why the interest?” but Mandi held her tongue. If there was one thing she’d learned in the last few weeks, it was to acquiesce to the wishes of the instructors. Right now, Reed may be playing nice, but she didn’t want to get on his bad side.

The music shifted to another slow number, but this one possessed more of a rhythm and Mandi felt a shift in the pressure of Reed’s hips. She raised her eyes to look into his, and what she saw there made her lick her lips in anticipation and preparation.

“Have I told you how alluring you look tonight?” Reed said, taking in the ample cleavage, made even more noticeable by the deep v-neck of her dress.

“No, but I’d love to hear it.”

“Good enough to eat,” he countered, “or at to least have a late-night snack.”

An all-natural throb started between her legs. If Mandi thought the fantasy of being with Reed was good, reality proved all that much better.

Grinding his hips into her pelvis, she felt his growing attraction. Beneath the audio stylings, she heard him moan as he leaned over and took a nibble from her neck.

* * * *

Reed wasn’t quite sure what he was doing. When his sister went missing from Sex U. a little more than a month ago, he decided to go undercover and take the investigation into his own hands. The school officials had given the authorities some lame excuse about how Willow had left a note and supposedly taken some exclusive job overseas, where she needed to remain incognito. Still, after all this time, given how close they were, Willow would never go this long without contacting Reed.

Once he started investigating, it appeared as if a fair amount of “dropouts” of the school actually were not heard from again. Coincidentally, they were all female students. Something was up, and he was there to find out what.

He really didn’t need a romantic liaison to interfere, but despite her rough exterior, Mandi possessed a soft sensibility that captured his interest and he could not ignore his attraction. The school was filled with beautiful, and willing, women. Looking around the dance floor, he could reach out and grab naked rounded asses on either side of him, yet… he’d much prefer the girl already in his arms.

“Mind getting out of here with me?” he asked. Damn responsibilities and all that he had to do. Right now, he could carve a little bit of pleasure out for himself.

“Would love to,” Amanda answered quickly.

* * * *

He took her hand, and they wove through the crowd. The night was a bit of a free-for-all, and all of the attendees – students and instructors – were allowed to do whatever they pleased. In most cases, that freedom translated into whoever they pleased.

Once outside, the air dipped down a few more degrees and Mandi shivered.

“Cold?” Reed asked, putting his arm around her.

“A little.”

“I’ll warm you up soon,” he promised.

After the crowded dance floor, the quiet of the night was a welcome change. Amanda took in the seriousness of Reed’s profile. He always looked like a man with a lot of his mind.

They turned down a narrow trail marked, “Private. Employees only.” Nestled in a larger alcove, a line of small cabins waited at the end of the walkway. Reed stopped in front of one of the lodges and opened the door.

“Where are we?” she asked, looking at the comfortable and small surroundings. The living room doubled as a mini-kitchen, and another doorway opened into the bedroom. A fireplace with dual hearths connected the two living spaces. The walls were painted a cool blue with silver-gray accents. A dark blue sofa rested against one wall and, through the opening to the bedroom, Amanda could see that the color scheme continued throughout. On the surface, the space was inviting, but it lacked anything personal. There were no photos of family members or magazines strewn across the coffee table. The room told her nothing about Reed. It was as if they were in an upscale hotel room.

“My place,” Reed countered. “A home away from home, on campus. We’re each given a room in the dorms, but we also have these cabins to call our own.”

“Makes sense.” Amanda sometimes wondered what Yvette did in her “spare” time, or if she ever left the campus. Now she knew.

“Would you like something to drink?” Reed asked, leading her to the couch.

“Not necessary,” she countered and redirected Reed toward the bedroom. They were back at his place for a reason, and Amanda wanted to get to that reason.

* * * *

The red fabric clung to Amanda’s hips as she walked down the short hall to his bedroom. Mesmerized by the swaying of her fabulous ass and dancer’s calves, Reed simply stared and followed the bait.

Once inside, he pushed Amanda back on the bed, straddling her body with his knee between hers. Running his hands up and down her body, he once again reveled in her perfect combination of compact muscles and soft curves. She arched up into him, taking his mouth in hers, and pushing herself against his already hard cock. She tasted fruity like the punch she’d been sipping and, although her body was cold, her tongue was warm. She caught his lower lip between her teeth, sucking on the tender flesh. Slipping a hand between her legs, he could feel how ready she was for him. He’d wanted her so badly, for so long and had been doing his damnedest to ignore his own desires, but this time, their first time, he didn’t think he could take it slow. He needed her now. He needed her fast.

He needed his fucking phone to stop vibrating in his pocket.

“Damn,” he said, pulling back and searching out the cell from his pocket.

“Ignore it,” she said, with a fuck-me-now smile on her face.

“I plan to.” Just as he was about to switch the phone to “off,” he saw part of the text message: “Emergency.”

Double damn. With everything that had been happening, he couldn’t ignore it. He clicked on the phone once again and read the rest of the message. It didn’t say much, except that he was needed at the Commons Area. The text had come from the number at the front office, but it didn’t have a sender. Still, he should check it out.

“I’m sorry,” he started to explain to Amanda, “there’s some sort of emergency that I need to check out. Will you wait for me here?”

Amanda looked a bit pouty, but she nodded her head yes in acquiesce. “There’s no way you’re getting rid of me now.”