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“Are you my student tonight?” she purred.

“Yes,” I said quickly, before I lost my nerve.

“Are you going to be a good pet?” She took a step closer to me, almost nose to nose.

“Y-yes,” I stammered.

She took a deep breath, clenching her jaw and her eyes grew with mischief. The sexual tension crackled in the air and the urge to kiss her came back.

“Come on, let's get your first lesson underway,” she said, walking around me.

I trembled with need as she walked past me. Genevieve was sex incarnate and I was salivating just thinking about what I was about to witness. Turning around, I walked back into the room to see Genevieve putting the items on the bed.

“Luke, come to the bed,” she said, sitting on the edge. “Kneel by my feet.”

Luke did as she asked, walking across the room with his head down and knelt down.

“On the chaise over there, Camila,” she ordered, looking up at me with heat in her eyes.

My abdomen clenched in arousal and I was growing wetter by the minute. The chaise was in the perfect spot and gave me a great view of them.

“Have you been a bad boy?” Genevieve grabbed Luke’s chin making him look up at her.

“N-no, Mistress,” he stuttered as a shiver ran through him.

“I think you disobeyed me,” she snapped. “You know what happens when you disobey me.”

“I don’t know, Mistress,” he said, looking bewildered, but the blush he was sporting said he was turned on and his hard cock was trying to escape his boxer briefs.

“Tsk, Tsk, you know you are a bad boy,” she said, leaning down so they were almost face to face. “Stand up.”

He stood up quickly, his breathing had changed. She raised a brow at him and I knew what she was expecting.

“Did you forget something?” she clipped.

His brows furrowed in confusion. He looked over at me as if he expected me to tell him what he did wrong.

“Don’t look at her,” she snapped. “In this room you are mine, if you need guidance you look at me. Your wife is only a voyeur tonight.”

Luke quickly looked back at her, his eyes wide.

“Yes, Mistress,” he said.

“That's right you always say yes, Mistress,” she said standing, grabbing the leather band.

She wound it around one bicep, then his chest and then on his other bicep. His arms were pinned to his torso and when she was all done tightening the straps, he flexed, testing the restraint. Luke's nostrils flared when he flexed again and his arms were immobile.

“Give me a color,” she said, walking around him.

“Green, Mistress,” he said.

“Good, now get on the bed,” she instructed. “On your knees and bend over.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, getting on the bed with ease and leaning over like she asked.

He turned his head towards me. His face was passive with no emotion, but he looked to be at peace.

“I will give you ten hits on your ass, thighs and lower back,” Genevieve said, getting on the bed. “That will be your punishment for being a bad boy,”

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