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“Alright ladies and gentlemen, let's pair off and all take a seat.” Genevieve commanded the room.
Taking one more glass back with me, I headed to the kitchen where I knew we needed to start cleaning and packing up. The other girls were chatting together as they helped pack up a few things. It seemed like they had been doing this a while together. Cheryl was delegating tasks and I got so lost in whatever I was doing that I didn't hear Cheryl talking to me until a hand waved in front of me.
“You ok, hun?”
I snapped out of my daze looking around, noticing it was just us.
“Uh, yeah,” I said quickly.
“My sister is gonna need you in the next few minutes. Are you still ok with that?” She looked concerned.
“Um… I don’t know, I guess,” I said, feeling fidgety. “Actually yes, I want to do this.”
I don't know where my confidence came from, or why I decided to go against my earlier decision, but with how much I was buzzing, I wanted Easton.
“Alright, go stand on the side so she can see you.” She turned me around. “Also have fun with Easton, he’s a good guy.”
Looking back at her, she raised her eyebrows suggestively, making me chuckle. My heart was racing when I made my way out to the living room. I stopped at the scene before me. Easton was shirtless on his knees with his hands tied behind his back looking down while Genevieve walked round the room to each couple. All the men were in the same position while the women tied their hands behind their backs or restrained them in another way.
Easton looked breathtaking in such a submissive position, but his body was perfection. He looked amazing in a suit, but holy shit, naked, he was mouthwatering. He wasn’t big, but the definition in his body was sexy.
“Great timing. Noemi, darling, come over here,” Genevieve said, waving me over.
Easton’s head snapped up to look at me when she smacked his thigh with a stick.
“Sorry, Mistress.” His deep voice was deliciously dark.
“Everyone, Noemi has been nice enough to help me out tonight.” A few hellos rang through the room, and I smiled feeling way more self-conscious with a kneeling Easton right next to me. “We will demonstrate good hitting technique to not hurt you or your partner. On the ottoman, Easton.”
Her last command was a bark that had me flinching from the intensity.
He obeyed quickly, keeping his eyes down.
For the next ten minutes Genevieve showed me and the room good hitting technique. She explained that I was using a riding crop and the first few times I hit Easton, I instantly felt bad. I learned that I didn’t enjoy administering impact play, but that was ok, being dominant didn’t mean you had to fit this mold. Looking around the room, only half of them seemed to have taken to impact play.
After a few more hits, I noticed Easton’s breathing changed, and I realized he liked this. I hit him one more time. A small groan escaped him, making me squirm from the erotic sound.
“For our last demonstration, we will learn how to put on a harness so that your mistress can fuck you,” Genevieve said, walking back to us. “Come on, pets, let's strap our women up and we can go over sex positions to hit that beloved prostate.”
Easton immediately got up, kneeling in front of me, helping me into the harness. His touches were soft, almost nonexistent, but they lit my body on fire. He was looking at me, like he was ready for his next hit, and I just so happened to be his drug of choice.
I didn’t even register what was going on until after he slipped the harness on. Genevieve put us in different positions to showcase the different ways to hit their prostate, but Easton and I were in our own bubble. We never took our eyes off each other, switching positions easily, but I found myself not turned on by the prospect of fucking him, but by the dominance I felt in his gaze. I might have been on top, but Easton was still running the show.
Genevieve concluded the demonstration, bursting our bubble of sexual tension. Glancing down, Easton was hard, and he wasn’t even trying to hide it.
“Come on kiddos, let’s make sure everyone leaves before you start fucking each other,” Genevieve whispered.
“Yes, Mistress.” Easton glanced at her with a smirk.
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
“That was a great demonstration, M.”
That voice…
No fucking way.
Glancing behind me, I locked eyes with none other than Vincent.
