Page 16 of Master Class

Clarissa licked her lips nervously, but also with a rising sense of anticipation.

“And then can I make myself cum?”

“Yes.”

She felt her heart begin to race. She reached down between her legs and just brushed her fingers across her panties. Her clit was hard and aching. She could hear the little gasp of desire in her own voice.

“What are the questions?”

Edge paused. Clarissa pressed the phone hard to her ear to be sure that she heard every word.

“Did you feel like a slut, serving those men at the lookout?”

“Yes.”

“Did you discover within yourself a desire to continue learning the craft of submission?”

“Yes, Master. I did. I truly did. I want to continue.”

“Good,” Edge said. The way he answered made Clarissa frown. It sounded somehow final. She felt a little flutter of alarm. “Master… you said I had to answer three questions before you would allow me to cum. You have only asked two.”

“So I have,” Edge said smoothly. “Do you want the third question?”

“Yes.”

“Very well. Answer me this next question, and I will let you bring yourself to orgasm.”

“I’m ready,” Clarissa whispered. She could feel her pussy clenching, the muscles in her lower stomach knotting with a need that only an orgasm could release.

“Clarissa….”

“Yes, Master?”

“How many of those men at the lookout tonight were members of my elite team of veterans?”

Clarissa flinched and flushed at the same time. Edge had told her about the former veterans who worked with him investigating the sex-slave industry, but she had never seen anyone else at Edge’s house. There was no way she could know the answer, but the possibility that Edge’s own men had used her for their anonymous pleasure turned her on outrageously.

“I… I don’t know…” she capitulated. She was breathless.

Nick Edge laughed. “You will find out tomorrow night. Be here at 7 pm. Don’t bother with panties or a bra. You won’t have them on long enough.”

Chapter 8:

Clarissa took a day away from the drudgery of volunteering at her local politician’s office, and instead buried her nose in books.

Nick Edge’s seemingly cavalier attitude towards her puzzled Clarissa.

Yes – she had admitted to him that she was intensely aroused by the idea of being a sexual plaything for multiple anonymous men… and yes, it was truly her deepest most secret fantasy; the kind of scandalous confession that she dare not even admit to her friends.

But still Edge seemed very different to the fictional Masters that Clarissa had spent her time reading about.

She had formed the impression that Masters were dark, brooding dominant men, and Edge certainly fit that description. There was a bristling dangerous menace about him, wrapped around a surprisingly humane soul that wasn’t immediately obvious, but was there nonetheless in the touch of his hands and his tempered restraint, even when aggressive.

But she had also believed that Masters were traditionally possessive Alpha males who guarded their submissive property against the advances of other men like protective savage dogs.

Why wasn’t Edge like that?

Had he enjoyed the pleasures of so many submissive women and become so jaded by sex that he no longer coveted any one woman enough to want her all to himself?

Clarissa frowned as she puzzled over the enigma of Nick Edge.

Had her confession about her own group sex fantasies changed the way he approached her training? Was that it? Or did he just not care enough about her to keep her body for his own private pleasure?

He had sent her to a Lookout the night before and given her to half-a-dozen strangers, ordering her to please any man who had approached her. That was hardly an Alpha male attitude, as far as she was concerned.

And what about the actual man himself?

Clarissa hadn’t given Nick Edge too much consideration. Sure, he was ruggedly handsome, and the physical presence of him was an undeniable attraction. But she had been so focused on only compelling him to fuck her in order to save her grandfather’s farm that any personal attraction hadn’t even been given the oxygen it needed to ignite. She couldn’t let herself fall for any man – even the man who she desperately needed to take her virginity. There was simply too much more at stake.

Even if she had been trapped in an elevator with Nick Edge, Clarissa doubted she could ever have fallen in love with him. Lust? Oh, sure… but Clarissa wasn’t ready for the confinement of love. She was too young, too focused on her future… and too fascinated by the taboo lure of her group sex fantasies to ever give her heart to one man.

As a Master, Nick Edge was perfect for her. He was commanding, authoritative and immensely skilled in the lifestyle. The fact that he didn’t possessively want to own her troubled Clarissa’s self-esteem, but also gave her fantasies wings with which to fly.

Clarissa arrived at the high iron gates a few minutes before 7 pm. It was dark on the street, and the security spotlights were on, throwing light and monstrous shadows through the trees. She thumbed the speaker button on the fence post to announce her arrival. The gates opened immediately.

When she walked down the long driveway, Clarissa saw Edge on the front steps, coming towards her. His limping stride was still brisk and business-like, betraying his military training in the way he moved his body.

He met her under the spotlighted artificial shade of a tree. Clarissa was wearing a short simple white dress. Without a word Edge reached beneath the hem of her dress and felt her pussy to be sure she had followed his instructions. Clarissa shuffled her feet apart to give his curious fingers access to her sex. He grunted. There was no need to check whether she was wearing a bra. The top of the dress was unbuttoned revealing a deep cleft of perfect brown skin, and he could see her hard nipples through the tight fabric.

Edge stood back. The scent of Clarissa’s pussy was damp on his fingertips. He held them up to his face and inhaled the musky perfume of her. His eyes were dark, his gaze intense without passion.

“The arrangements for tonight’s session are not quite assembled,” Edge explained. “You need to wait out here a few minutes until I get the signal.”

“Signal?” Clarissa’s instincts seized on the word and drew the next logical question from her. “Who is going to signal you?”

Edge arched his eyebrows in wry acknowledgement. “Clever girl,” he said with a tinge of genuine admiration for her intuition. “That’s a secret,” the smile at the corner of his mouth was dry and cunning.

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