Page 19 of Irresistible Little Ivy

“Don’t worry”—he stroked his fingers over my collar, startling me—“by the end of the class you’ll be begging me to put my ring on your collar.”

He raised an eyebrow at me, the challenge clear in his gaze.

I, of course, met his challenge with a title of my chin into the air. “Dream on.”

One of the Doms next to us gave me a disapproving glance, but Caleb merely drew me into his arms and kissed me on my head. “Come on, little Ivy, I’m about to rock your world in front of all these nice people.”

Stumbling a bit, I suddenly became hyperaware of everyone watching us. Normally I was a huge exhibitionist, I loved being admired and lusted after, but sharing my first time with Caleb like this left me feeling raw. Exposed in a way that was more anxiety than anxious anticipation. It was so bright in here and I became something I rarely was, self-conscious.

Right away Caleb stopped on our way to what appeared to be a padded and adjustable table with stirrups.

Oh God, stirrups.

“Wait,” I whispered and placed my hand on his well-muscled forearm. “I… um, that is I’m… the light is awfully bright in here.”

He gave me a puzzled look, his well-arched brows drawing down over his dark blue eyes, before his expression cleared. “Of course. We can use a privacy screen. It can be backlit if you like, allowing people to see the outline of our shadows instead of the real thing. They’ll be turning down the lights anyways. Every instructor here is aware of the use of good lighting to set the mood for a scene. Since we’re trying to make everyone comfortable and open to new ideas, they’ll put on the proverbial mood lighting for us. Might even get some music.”

“Oh,” I went to drop my hand from his forearm, but he grasped my fingers in his.

A little thrill raced through me at the sensation of his large hand enveloping my own.

“Anything else bothering you, baby? Let’s talk about it now. I’m here to take care of you, in every way. You just have to tell me what you need, okay?” He lowered his voice and my belly fluttered. “I’m in charge right now. The only thing I require of you is to enjoy yourself and mind your manners. No mouthing off or I’ll gag you, and I’d hate to do that. No, that’s a lie. Someday I’d love to do that, but right now I want you to be able to… express yourself.”

Something about the way he said that made me suspicious, but he merely winked at me. We’d reached the table by this point and he lifted me up, swinging me easily into a seated position with my legs dangling off the edge. The leather beneath my butt was cool, and I avoided looking at the crowd as Caleb instructed two men to bring a screen on stage. They brought up a series of panels with what looked almost like rice paper on them. While they set them up, another guy brought what looked like a light of some kind and set it up over to the side.

Some of the tension seeped from me as Caleb began to both rub my back and remove my jean jacket. He had lovely fingers, slender and strong like an artist’s, and I allowed myself to fall into his chest. The lights above dimmed to almost less than the strength of a candelabra, and the small light behind us turned on. It wasn’t very bright, but I was sure our silhouettes would move about like some kind of shadow-puppet theater.

I giggled and Caleb stopped stroking my shoulders long enough to say, “What?”

“We’re going to be doing shadow-puppet porn,” I whispered to him with a choked giggle.

He buried his face in my neck and laughed, both of us giggling and snorting as quietly as we could before we finally got a hold of ourselves.

Caleb wiped a tear away from his eye before he paused, an oddly intense look tightening the skin around his eyes. He cupped my face in his hands and butterflies exploded inside of me, my hormones going crazy as he closed his eyes and kissed me. His lips caressed mine, coaxing them open, seducing me into kissing him back. He moaned softly and I made some noise in return, too busy wrapping my arms around his neck. I’d wanted to kiss him like this from pretty much the moment I’d met him.

Our tongues stroked against each other, slow and unhurried as Caleb ran his hands up and down my back, pausing to slide over my ass now and again.

When we finally broke apart, I was near panting, and Caleb’s hands had a fine tremor to them as he rubbed my thighs. Pushing my skirt up, he stared at the two pairs of garters holding up both my fishnets, and my stockings. Then he noted the lack of underwear as he lifted the skirt further.

“Fuck me,” he whispered so softly I could barely hear him. “Look at that beautiful little pink cunt. You naughty girl, walking around like this, exposing yourself to everyone whenever you bent over. No wonder your brother sent me to keep track of you.”

I licked my lips, pretending to try to pull down my skirt. “Leave me alone.”

He suddenly had rope in his hands, and before I knew it my hands were tied and over my head.

“Be a good girl and place your feet in the stirrups, or I’ll place these clothespins on your nipples,” he threatened, holding up a pair of old wooden-style clothespins that would hurt like the dickens.

I liked pain, but not as much as those promised.

Like a good girl I did as he said, aware of the image we must be presenting to the audience. A stack of towels was placed on a nearby chair, and a large area rug was situated at my feet. I flushed scarlet as I realized they were making the area around me absorbent. I’d seen women squirt before, it could go really far, and I prayed if I did manage I wouldn’t get the room dirty.

Caleb rudely jerked my tank tops down, tearing them a little as he bared my breasts to the room and jerked my mind back to the present.

“Look at those,” he reached out and gently cupped one of my breasts. “Are you sensitive, or do you need a heavy touch, my Ivy?”

“I’m not your Ivy yet,” I goaded him, yelping when he pinched my nipple.

“You are,” he replied in a mild tone, pinching me even harder and making me moan. “I think you would have liked those clothespins. We’ll try them another time. And I’d think long and hard before you mouth off again. While I may allow you some freedom, when I’m inside of you, any part of me, I want your complete attention. If I feel like I’m not getting it, I’ll do something to make sure you are living in the moment. Sometimes you won’t like what those things are.”

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