I fist my hands at my sides, fighting the urge to touch her while she bobs up and down over me, laving her tongue over my shaft and balls, and sucking me down her throat.

Fuck.

Just when I think it can’t get any hotter, she lowers her bound hands to her pussy and begins rubbing her clit with one extended finger. My cock hardens even more, my balls drawing up close to my body as my release builds.

I’m a sick fuck, but I can’t resist watching this again. The memory of her touching herself back then, working her swollen clit with the pad of her middle finger, just like I showed her, was hypnotic. After, of course I felt like the world’s biggest fuck up. I met Hale for a game of basketball later that day, and all I could think about was that I just taught his little sister to masturbate.

Her hot, wet mouth works me over while she brings herself closer and closer to release. I’m transfixed . . . a man out of control. My eyes follow her every greedy movement as she sucks on my cock like it’s her favorite candy, and her fingers work faster and faster between her thighs. She whimpers, and moans around me. She’s close, and I’m powerless to stop this. Letting out a low, throaty cry, she comes—hard—her thighs trembling, and her mouth continuing to slide up and down on me.

Unable to hold back, I curl one hand around the back of her neck, pushing myself deeper into her mouth as hot jets of semen pulse from deep within me. The power of the release is unexpected, and normally a silent type, I’m surprised to hear the deep groan that rumbles in my chest, and the sound of her name falling from my lips.

Still blindfolded, and bound, Macey sits mute before me. I tug off her blindfold, and work at untying her wrists, checking to be sure they’re no lasting marks on her skin.

“How’d I do?” she asks, a smirk tugging up her well-used mouth.

Glancing at my watch, I’m shocked to see it’s only been six minutes. Six. That can’t be right. I bring the thing to my ear to make sure it’s still ticking. Huh. Son of a bitch.

Knowing she’s fought hard and won back some of the control I took from her, she smiles. I can’t enjoy her victory, though, because I feel conflicted and confused in a way that I haven’t before following a session. Her smiles fall and she glances around the room.

“Where’s Oliver?”

“He left. A while ago actually.”

She grins again. “Because you wanted me all to yourself?”

Yes. “No. Because I didn’t want him to watch you suck my cock.”

“Oh.” That pretty face is twisted in confusion again.

“Bend over. Place your cheek on the bed, and present your ass to me.”

“Because you’re going to spank me?” she asks.

“Six times,” I confirm, trying to find that businesslike persona I generally assume when teaching a new submissive. But Macey is no submissive, and damn if I don’t love her spark.

Macey gets into position, laying down on the bed so that her cheek is resting on the soft duvet, her knees are bent under her, and her ass is displayed beautifully for me.

“You have a beautiful ass,” I murmur, stroking my thumb over the rosy pink opening. I need to fuck this virgin ass. Soon.

“Thank you, sir.”

Dammit. I’m hard again. Even after my intense release, I’m aching and ready for her. I hate that she has such a powerful impact on me.

Macey relaxes, letting me caress the perfectly rounded globes of her ass, and stroke the forbidden place I want to make mine with tender touches meant to ease her into the idea.

She moans, just a tiny sound, in her throat, but it tells me she’s not entirely opposed to this idea.

With one hand still touching her gorgeous ass, my free hand reaches over to grab my short-tailed flogger, but it feels too stiff and unrelenting in my hand. Strange. It’s normally my go-to toy. Opting to use my bare hand instead, I give her a sharp swat against one fleshy ass cheek. Macey inhales sharply. My handprint on her skin turns pink as the blood rushes to the surface, heightening her experience.

Spanking her twice more in quick succession, Macey flinches, and then groans. It’s the small sound I needed to hear to know she’s not completely hating this.

I soothe her tender skin, running my hand lightly over the surface, my cock is eager, and straining for her, and if I don’t finish this soon, I’m going to fuck her right here, and break every rule I have for myself in the process.

Treating her other ass cheek to the same process—I spank her three times in quick succession, and then rise from the bed. The need to get away from here – to distance myself from her flares up inside of me.

“Take as long as you need. There’s a soaking tub in the bathroom if you’re interested.”

I pull on my jeans, and shrug on my T-shirt as I head for the door.

“That’s it?” Macey calls behind me.

A sour pit turns in my stomach as the inner turmoil rages inside me. I turn and see her rise up onto her knees on the bed, staring at me with a crease between her brows, and a tight-lipped frown.

Normally, there would be aftercare—cuddling, discussion over the session, maybe even sex, but that’s not something I can do with her. Intimacy can’t be part of this agreement, and so aftercare isn’t an option.

“Did you expect something different?” I ask, making sure to keep my tone neutral. She can’t know all the ways she affects me.

But fuck, I can read the hurt and confusion written across her features, and it almost guts me. “I thought . . .” Her voice is shaky, and she doesn’t continue.