Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 116597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
I reached for his hand, threading our fingers together, grounding him in my touch. I wasn’t usually one for a touch so intimate, but in this moment, I was not just his teacher — but his Domme in a way. I needed to make him feel safe before I brought him fully into the scene.
“You told me about Coach Leduc, about how you were made to feel like every mistake was the end of the world. You said every misstep was proof you weren’t good enough.”
His jaw twitched, but I held a long nail against his chin, not letting him look away from me.
“I want you to know that doesn’t exist here,” I whispered. “Here, you’re safe to stumble. To be awkward. To not know the answer. To ask questions. To get hard at the wrong time. To say you’re scared. To try something and change your mind.”
I squeezed his hand.
“Here, you get to feel what it’s like to fail without consequence.”
He exhaled like he’d been holding his breath since we walked through the door.
I let silence stretch between us for a beat, then added, “And maybe if you’re a good boy…” I pressed up on my toes, lips brushing his cheek as I smiled. “You’ll get to play, too.”
Carter angled his head toward my lips, and for a moment, I lost myself in how he stared at me, how his eyes were filled with an unspeakable gratitude.
I leaned in more, eyes flickering to where his lips were parted slightly.
And then I swallowed and pulled away, trailing my finger along his shoulder as I walked around to stand behind him.
“Let’s watch, shall we?”
Inside the room we were secretly gazing into, a couple had just burst through the door, both giggling and clinging to each other as the man kissed the woman and backed her into the closest wall. They knew we were there, of course — or at least, they knew there was the possibility of someone watching. That’s what the voyeur rooms were for.
Some liked to watch.
Some liked to be watched.
For a while, Carter seemed somewhat unfazed as we gazed in at the couple. The man was dressed in a suit while the woman wore a short dress with an apron over it. As he started to undress her, they played out their scene.
“We have to hurry, my husband will be home any minute,” she panted against the man’s lips as he tore open the buttons on her dress.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this. He’s my best friend.”
“He’ll never know. And I’ve always wanted you. Haven’t you wanted me?”
“Always. He doesn’t deserve you. I’ll fuck you better than he ever has.”
The woman moaned, each word punctuating another article of clothing gone. But as if they were too desperate to wait, the man hiked the woman up against the wall with her dress still on, the fabric split open to expose her breasts. His pants were at his ankles, boxers caught at his knees as he pinned her to the wall and reached for his cock.
I knew the exact moment he thrust inside her because he groaned, and she gasped, and they stilled for a long moment before he started fucking her hard.
I slid my hand down Carter’s chest and over his dress slacks, gripping his erection through the fabric.
He sighed, his head falling back as he flexed into my touch. The sound of the other couple fucking filled the small, dark room we were in, and when Carter lifted his eyes to watch them again, I felt his cock pulse in my hand.
The couple inside the viewing room was quick. The man came first, and then he dropped to his knees and ate the woman out until she came, too. They finished their scene with giggles and kisses before they redressed and exited.
Moments later, the room was occupied again — this time by a woman and two men.
“You want to be inside me?” I asked Carter, nipping at his earlobe from behind as I squeezed his cock. Inside the room, the woman was pretending to be scared, like she was cornered by the two men who were hungrily moving in on her. “Then you need to learn what it means to be open. To surrender.”
Carter’s breath was more labored now, his heart pounding loud enough I could hear it where I stood behind him.
“Ask questions. Observe. Learn. Use them as an experiment and me as your professor.”
I began to unfasten his belt as the scene played out in front of us. The woman turned like she was going to run and escape, but before she could, one man snatched her by the waist and lifted her. The other grabbed her kicking feet and restrained her, and then they tossed her onto the bed.
Carter stilled. “Is she okay?”
“She is perfectly safe and okay. This is all consensual. Everyone here is vetted, and everyone has their safe words in order.”