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It was hard to hold in a laugh as I squeezed him and leaned back. We stepped apart as the lock on the door clicked and slowly swung open.

“Did you miss me?” Tal asked as she stepped inside and took in how closely we were standing next to each other.

“Of course!” I told her enthusiastically. I always loved the energy Talia brought to any room.

“Who’s ready to get spanked?” she laughed as she crossed the room and tapped her hand on my butt.

“It’s not my turn.” I shook my head.

“Ohh. Can I watch?” she asked as she ran her eyes down the length of Evan’s form. I would have been worried if I didn’t know she was completely committed to Em. She was a bit of a voyeur.

“Up to him,” I shrugged as I looked at Evan. His eyes searched mine, and I gave a subtle nod. I didn’t mind if she watched. I planned to cuff him to the wall if Em let me choose his position.

“Uh...I...uh,” Evan stuttered.

“You’re so adorable,” she cooed as she squeezed his shoulder.

“Thanks?” He looked at her like she was a little batty and then at me with wide eyes.

This should be fun.

Evan

Boston

At first, I’d been almost paralyzed with nerves for Talia to sit in the room while Em taught us about erotic spankings.

Watching the demonstrations at the showcase as an outsider was an experience totally removed from being put into the position of submission. The only thing that kept me from working myself into a full-blown panic attack was how Emory calmly explained everything as Chase provided silent support by holding my hand. It was startling how much the touch of someone you trusted could keep you centered.

The room was warm, but I was exposed—clad in only the leather jockstrap. I felt a little cold and a lot vulnerable as I stood with my leather-bound wrists hooked onto the wall frame. My almost nudity didn’t bother anyone but me, but I didn’t care once Chase brought the paddle down for the first strike. She worked my cheeks evenly until my skin burned and my cock throbbed underneath its scant cover. She’d described how the pain would infiltrate your body and somehow morph into ecstasy like she’d described it in her book, but as the endorphins flowed, I felt all my anxiety fade away.

Once we’d finished the lesson, Emory walked us through more aftercare options, and then he and Talia left so we could get changed into our street clothes. But not before Chase eagerly stroked away the tension, falling to her knees and catching the mess on her tongue.

“You ready to do this?” she asked as we left through the gallery doors, walking hand in hand back to the car.

“So ready. I can already hear their voices forming.” I knew we were both dying to write. The endorphins flowing through my bloodstream were inspiring scenes I’d never have imagined myself writing even a month ago.

“You hungry?” Chase asked as we sat down at the kitchen island once we’d arrived back at her place.

“I could eat,” I shrugged. We’d probably burned a fair number of calories today. If we stayed in Boston longer, I’d need to figure out a running schedule. It helped clear all the clutter in my brain so I could focus on writing. Though banging out plot points with Chase seemed to have the same effect. Maybe what I needed all along was a sexy, curvy muse without a verbal filter.

She nodded and pulled a stack of takeout menus from a drawer in her kitchen island. “What are you in the mood for?”

“Surprise me? I’ll take a page from your book and tell you I’d put just about anything in my mouth right now.” Her teeth dug into her bottom lip as she fought the urge to deliver a dirty comeback. She leafed through the stack and pulled out a menu for a Thai place. I hadn’t been in a city with accessible takeout in so long, and I wasn’t even sure where to start, so I was glad she took the choice out of my hands.

“I’m gonna go shower,” I told her as I stripped off my shirt. I always did my best plotting under the warm spray of the showerhead.

She bit her lip and ran a finger across my abdomen. “I’ll order this and come join you.”

I wasn’t sure how sore she was from the last few days, so I planned to let her rest, knowing how hard she’d ridden me earlier. But I needed to relieve some tension desperately.

My clothing hit the floor next to my bag in moments, and I stroked my semi-erect cock on the way to the bathroom as if it were second nature. Setting the water to warm, I stepped into the spray and ran my hands through my hair a few times.

Bracing my forearm on the tile, I hung my head as I fondled myself with the other hand. This afternoon had me worked up. Emory being in the room had been the only thing that had kept me from coming all over that flimsy jockstrap. And the one release Chase had coaxed out of me was barely enough to take the edge off.

Groaning as I worked my hand, twisting at the head before rapidly traveling back down to the base, I tried to pinpoint when the stigma of being a sexually driven person fell away. All the insecurities I’d held for so many years, ingrained in me from previous partners, didn’t seem to matter any longer. Chase had opened my eyes and taught me things about myself in the past few weeks that I would never have discovered on my own.

She was bound to join me soon, but the thought of getting caught jacking off in her shower only made me harder. Something that would have crippled me with anxiety before her.

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