Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Caleb must have sensed my unease because he took a step forward and said in a low voice, “Remember, use your safe word if you need it. Otherwise I’ll ignore all pleas for mercy. Have you ever had a g-spot orgasm?”
Heat rose to my cheeks as I glanced away and said, “I’ve tried on my own, but I don’t think I was doing it right… or something.”
“Don’t worry”—he stroked his fingers over my collar, startling me—“by the end of the class you’ll be begging me to put my ring on your collar.”
He raised an eyebrow at me, the challenge clear in his gaze.
I, of course, met his challenge with a title of my chin into the air. “Dream on.”
One of the Doms next to us gave me a disapproving glance, but Caleb merely drew me into his arms and kissed me on my head. “Come on, little Ivy, I’m about to rock your world in front of all these nice people.”
Stumbling a bit, I suddenly became hyperaware of everyone watching us. Normally I was a huge exhibitionist, I loved being admired and lusted after, but sharing my first time with Caleb like this left me feeling raw. Exposed in a way that was more anxiety than anxious anticipation. It was so bright in here and I became something I rarely was, self-conscious.
Right away Caleb stopped on our way to what appeared to be a padded and adjustable table with stirrups.
Oh God, stirrups.
“Wait,” I whispered and placed my hand on his well-muscled forearm. “I… um, that is I’m… the light is awfully bright in here.”
He gave me a puzzled look, his well-arched brows drawing down over his dark blue eyes, before his expression cleared. “Of course. We can use a privacy screen. It can be backlit if you like, allowing people to see the outline of our shadows instead of the real thing. They’ll be turning down the lights anyways. Every instructor here is aware of the use of good lighting to set the mood for a scene. Since we’re trying to make everyone comfortable and open to new ideas, they’ll put on the proverbial mood lighting for us. Might even get some music.”
“Oh,” I went to drop my hand from his forearm, but he grasped my fingers in his.
A little thrill raced through me at the sensation of his large hand enveloping my own.
“Anything else bothering you, baby? Let’s talk about it now. I’m here to take care of you, in every way. You just have to tell me what you need, okay?” He lowered his voice and my belly fluttered. “I’m in charge right now. The only thing I require of you is to enjoy yourself and mind your manners. No mouthing off or I’ll gag you, and I’d hate to do that. No, that’s a lie. Someday I’d love to do that, but right now I want you to be able to… express yourself.”
Something about the way he said that made me suspicious, but he merely winked at me. We’d reached the table by this point and he lifted me up, swinging me easily into a seated position with my legs dangling off the edge. The leather beneath my butt was cool, and I avoided looking at the crowd as Caleb instructed two men to bring a screen on stage. They brought up a series of panels with what looked almost like rice paper on them. While they set them up, another guy brought what looked like a light of some kind and set it up over to the side.
Some of the tension seeped from me as Caleb began to both rub my back and remove my jean jacket. He had lovely fingers, slender and strong like an artist’s, and I allowed myself to fall into his chest. The lights above dimmed to almost less than the strength of a candelabra, and the small light behind us turned on. It wasn’t very bright, but I was sure our silhouettes would move about like some kind of shadow-puppet theater.
I giggled and Caleb stopped stroking my shoulders long enough to say, “What?”
“We’re going to be doing shadow-puppet porn,” I whispered to him with a choked giggle.
He buried his face in my neck and laughed, both of us giggling and snorting as quietly as we could before we finally got a hold of ourselves.
Caleb wiped a tear away from his eye before he paused, an oddly intense look tightening the skin around his eyes. He cupped my face in his hands and butterflies exploded inside of me, my hormones going crazy as he closed his eyes and kissed me. His lips caressed mine, coaxing them open, seducing me into kissing him back. He moaned softly and I made some noise in return, too busy wrapping my arms around his neck. I’d wanted to kiss him like this from pretty much the moment I’d met him.