Page 102 of Love Lessons

He didn’t have words to express how precious she was to him. He wanted to cherish her, to keep her safe while also pushing her to become more of herself. He wanted more days like this where she let herself immerse herself in her middle persona and he got to hold her close as she did.

She, miraculously, seemed to want that, too.

Thank you. I’m honored every day that you chose me. And I hope you know how much I love you.

She shrugged. I do.

So apparently declarations of love were too mushy for Lena, but he could work with that. As long as she was his.

She gave him her patented seductive look. Do you want a turn now? He knew she was changing the subject, but he let it go.

I am definitely going to take my turn. He let his expression darken, knowing it would heighten the scene for both of them. Take off your clothes.

Lena tumbled out of his lap to obey, without her characteristic defiance or any of the planned seduction from a moment ago. She threw her dress to the floor, probably in hopes of a spanking in the morning when he made her clean it up, and then kneeled on the bed.

What do you think I should start with? He only held up two choices for her, the glass ball that she’d started with and something that looked like a fork or a miniature rake with the tips covered in clear plastic.

There was no real question about what she wanted. The ball might have been pretty, but she made the more painful choice, just as he’d predicted.

He put the other accessory away and moved the kit off the bed.

Lay on your back. Arms over your head.

For a moment he just watched her. He knew her body intimately, but seeing her spread out for him still made his breath catch.

Her long runner’s legs were lanky and toned, but he loved the softness of her belly just as much.

He ran one hand down her chest and then along her sides, swooping back up to trail his fingers over her slowly rising cock.

She was watching him eagerly but holding herself still. It was an easy compliance now, but he hoped to make it very difficult for her.

He held the wand where she could see it, then tapped it on. Slowly, he lowered it toward her, watching her breath quicken in anticipation and her eyes widen with a growing sense of fear. He was nowhere near touching her and she still squirmed to get away from it.

He lowered it even more slowly, playing up the psychological intensity. When the spark finally jumped from the prongs to her chest, she arched up and let out a small cry.

He raised it and repeated the motion, noticing that she responded almost more to the idea of it than the actual effects. Each time she held her breath just before it touched, freezing as if her motionlessness could hide her. And then, when the shimmering spark arced to her skin, she’d moan and roll up toward it, as if she wanted more.

He could have watched her like that all night, caught between fear and elation. He tormented her with the threat of it and then that zinging spark all over her body. Her shoulders. Her hips. Her toes. Her ribs.

He just couldn’t get enough of watching her, hearing her small gasps and watching that nervous, excited expression on her face. Her silky hair was arrayed around her like a halo, and her lean arms were pale and trembling as she kept them raised as he’d asked.

When she was finally starting to get used to the sparks on her body, he slowly lowered it toward her cock. She shook her head no, gently and then harder, but her fists were still clenched above her head and she didn’t look close to safewording.

The spark jumped with a crackle to her delicate skin. She screamed, drawing up her knees, but she was still hard, still panting and looking at him with both terror and need.

He pushed her legs down and stroked them until she relaxed.

Color? He asked. He was pretty sure that he knew, but he wanted to be certain.

Green.

He straddled her thighs, using his own body to hold her in place.

And then he lifted the wand again, watching her eyes widen as she realized what he was going to do next. He brought it down against the side of her dick, then her taut balls, then again at the tip as she struggled and moaned beneath him.

When her breath was ragged, he moved on to the sides of her ribs. While her cock was psychologically scarier, her sides were always the place that turned her inside out.

He pressed the tines directly into her skin, dragging the pointed tips slowly down her right side. She twitched and jerked as the small muscles under her skin spasmed.