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)
“Thank you,” she said with a sinister smile that had my gut clenching again. “I do hope you enjoy it.”
With that she turned, clearly dismissing me as she strode to the front of the room like she was a general approaching her army.
Ivy glanced at me but turned her attention to Mistress Susan as the older woman explained the chair that had been brought onto the stage, along with a cloth-covered rolling table. Shapes distorted the linen surface in rises and falls, and I couldn’t help but wonder what lay beneath. Whatever kind of toys Mistress Susan had provided me, I couldn’t wait to use them on Ivy.
She came so easily, and so hard, I wondered if I’d even be able to deny her very long.
But I was about to find out.
CHAPTER 7
Ivy
Mistress Susan stood before us like a confident 80s soap-opera goddess, her sexual appeal not dulled in the least by her age.
“I am going to once again remind everyone here that this is a fully adult class. We will be showing body parts, we will be playing with body parts, and we will be doing things with body parts that may make you squirm and blush.” She gave a soft chuckle then said, “Then again, considering this crowd, maybe not. Either way, this is your last warning. If live sexual acts make you uncomfortable, please feel free to leave without any hard feelings. I appreciate your honesty and your sticking to your own personal boundaries.”
She waited a moment, surveying the crowd with her cat-like blue eyes before nodding. “Well then, my adorable little perverts, let’s get started, shall we? I’d like to introduce you to Caleb, a Dominant and member of our staff who has decided to join in the fun of Spirit Week. Everyone say hello to Caleb.”
“Hey,” Caleb said in his smooth, deep voice that made my hormones purr.
He tossed his dark hair away from his eyes as he smiled and gave the room a wave. More than a few wolf whistles rang out, as well as women cheering him like he’d just scored a touchdown in the Super Bowl. Not that I could blame them. At some point Caleb had taken off his sweatshirt and the t-shirt beneath which bore the image of a skeleton with a mohawk and some band I didn’t know, clung to his well-defined body.
I’d never noticed before how built he was. Not thick, but very defined and delicious. I couldn’t see any tattoos on his forearms, but the way the muscles and tendons flexed as he waved was entrancing. He cut a perfect figure from his broad shoulders down to his slender hips. And he had some nice, thick thighs as well. The kind you only got from hard work.
I wonder if he got those thighs from riding horses and helping around the Ranch.
A working man’s muscled body.
Rough and yearning for a woman’s soft touch.
My gaze returned to his face and hot tingles washed over me as our eyes met.
“Normally I’d ask for another volunteer,” she turned and I swear she was staring straight at me as she said, “but it appears Caleb has already selected his partner. Ivy in the lovely dress, would you please join us on stage, darling?”
I swallowed hard as she pointed right at me, anxiety rolling through me. I’d always been a good student, the teacher’s pet in more than one class. Many of my teachers knew that I’d been practically raising my siblings and had helped me with tutoring and extra credit. It didn’t matter that I was pretending to be back in high school, when Mistress Susan nailed me with her gaze I sat up straighter and tensed in anticipation.
“Come on, don’t be shy,” Mistress Susan said to me as she continued to point at me, making everyone turn in their seats to look around, “you know Caleb, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I responded immediately. “He’s my big brother’s best friend. My brother sent him here to keep an eye on me, but Caleb is really trying to corrupt me.”
I don’t know why I’d added the last part, but the gleam in Mistress Susan’s eyes told me I’d pleased her.
“How delightful! Well then, I do enjoy a good role play. Yes.” She clapped her hands together, her eyes sparkling as she said, “Would you like to play with us, Ivy?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I managed to say through my suddenly dry lips.
Next to me, Jennifer made a squeeing noise that barely penetrated the fog threatening to descend over me. I was an exhibitionist, it was true, but I also got stage fright. Weird, but that was how my mind worked. The same thing happened when I was giving business presentations. Once I got going with my speech I was fine, but in the time leading up to the big event I was often a hot ball of anxiety.