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Charlotte led her new sub into the kitchen, then turned on her heel to face him.Damn, he looks delicious.“Can I get you something to drink? Water? Soda? I won’t offer you anything stronger since we’ll be playing at some point this evening.”
“Um ... water ... water will be fine. Thank you.”
Taking two glasses from a cabinet, she filled them from the tap in her refrigerator. “Take deep breaths, Michael. I’m not going to pounce on you. We’re going to sit and talk for a little while.”
She handed him one of the glasses, then gestured to the home’s family room. “Please, take a seat on the couch.” She’d specifically indicated where she wanted him to sit. If she’d given him a choice, she was sure he’d try to put some distance between them and sit in one of the two recliners.
As the soft jazz music she had on filtered through the air, her pure black cat decided to grace the newcomer with his presence and emerged from wherever he’d been hiding after the doorbell had rung. Confucius jumped onto the ottoman in front of where Mike had taken a seat, and meowed loudly at him. Mike chuckled and some of the tension in his shoulders eased a little as he reached out and scratched the feline’s ears. “A black cat, huh? Is there a bit of witch mixed in with your sadistic Domme persona?”
Smiling, Charlotte sat next to him, and curled her legs under her as she faced him. “Maybe. But I didn’t plan on ever having a cat. My family always had dogs while I was growing up. I found Confucius by accident. When he was a kitten, some heartless ass had left him in a box next to the shopping carts at the grocery store I use. I took one look at those amber-colored eyes and fell in love. I’ve been his mistress ever since. He’s the only one I’ll ever submit to and he knows it, the little brat.” The cat meowed then purred loudly in response.
“Confucius? Interesting name,” Mike said, relaxing back on the couch, his gaze turning to hers.
“Mm-hmm. He taught the virtues of order, structure, and correct behavior—things I like to have in my life.” Resting her elbow on the back of the couch, she lightly caressed his shoulder. “Things Ineedin my life. I’ve noticed that about you, too. When you’re working, you do certain things the exact same way every time, as if you’ll miss something if you do it otherwise.”
“Really? I’ve never noticed.”
“I notice a lot of things about you, Michael. It makes me wonder why I never noticed your submissiveness before now.”
He took a sip of his water before placing it on a coaster on the side table next to him. “Maybe because I had no clue I had it in me.”
“Perhaps. But whatever the reason, I’m glad it finally came to my attention.” She handed him her glass. “Please put that next to yours.” She didn’t ask him if he wouldn’t mind doing the small task, wanting him to get used to following her commands to simple things. It would help when she upped the ante.
Dropping the hand that had been holding the glass to his knee, Charlotte made lazy circles with her fingers. His leg muscles tightened, and she could tell he was trying to hold onto the control she wanted him to give over to her. In time, it would become second nature to him, but for now, it was the beginning of his training. “So, tell me, Michael, what did you learn about the male orgasm?”
“Um, what do you want to know?”
“My directive to you was to research everything that happens to a man before, during, and after an orgasm, so that’s exactly what I want to know. And since you’re new to this, and I wasn’t entirely clear, we’ve moved into D/s mode, which means you will address me by my title as I’ve already instructed.” Her fingers at his shoulder trailed to the skin of his nape that was exposed above his shirt. She was thrilled when a shiver coursed through him.
“Right, um ... I mean, yes, Ma’am.” He took a shuddering breath. “Right, the male orgasm.” When he said that last word, the hand on his knee moved an inch or so up his leg, and he gulped before letting out a nervous laugh. “I feel like I’m back in my high school health class. Okay ... um, when something or someone prompts a sexual interest in a man, the brain sends out a signal down the spine to the ... sexual organs.”
“Michael,” Charlotte interrupted, her hand moving further toward the growing bulge in his groin in a sensual seduction, “my fingers aren’t very far away from those sexual organs of yours, so you may use the words cock and balls or any others you want. You don’t need to sound like a textbook. In fact, I prefer you don’t. Dirty talk while playing isn’t considered crass in my book.”
“Um ... right ... um ... yes, Ma’am.” His gaze dropped to her hand on his leg. Taking a deep breath, he then let it out and forged ahead. “Where was I? Um, brain sends signal to ... the cock, which then gets hard with five times the normal amount of blood rushing ...” He inhaled sharply as her fingers moved higher, about an inch from his erection. “Uh ... blood rushing to it. Jesus, Charlotte—”
“Tsk, tsk.” She brought her hand back to his knee. “Forgetting to use my title will delay any relief you’re hoping for.”
“Shit ... um. Sorry, Ma’am.”
Charlotte smirked. “Very good, Michael. Continue.”
As her fingers started moving in small circles again, his chin lifted until his head hit the back of the couch. “Cha—I mean, Ma’am. May I adjust myself, first? Things are getting very uncomfortable.”
She hadn’t expected him to ask permission so soon in their play—most subs forgot until they were reminded several times, which usually involved a punishment. “You obviously did a lot of research. That pleases me, and since you asked so nicely, yes, you may adjust yourself. But without using your hands. That hard-on is mine tonight.”
Groaning, he shifted his hips, moving his ass closer to the edge of the couch, and reclined into a more comfortable position.
“Comfy?” When he nodded, Charlotte prompted, “Verbal responses, Michael.”
His gaze met hers, and she saw heated lust in his eyes. The pulse in his neck was pounding as he licked his lips. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good. Take a drink of your water if you need it, then continue.”
Lifting her glass, he glanced at her. Pride swelled within her. “No, thank you, Michael. I’m good for the moment.”
Taking his own glass, he gulped half of it before putting it back down. He seemed to draw on some inner strength before he started to speak again. “Okay. Erection. Blood. Veins at the base of the cock squeeze shut, keeping the blood in so it stays hard. The balls get drawn up as the body’s muscles tense. It takes the body between thirty seconds and two minutes to prepare for the orgasm. During that time, the pelvis begins to thrust involuntarily. The guy’s breathing and heart rate increase. He feels like he’s going to explode. When he reaches the point of no return, he’s going to cum whether he wants to or not. Cum shoots out in a series of fast contractions of the muscles in the cock and ass. The nerves causing the muscles to contract send messages of pleasure to the brain, which by now is just a pile of mush. After he shoots his load, the erection fades. The muscles in the body relax, and he’ll feel drowsy afterward.”
