Teaching Maya (7 page)

I nodded.

“You know, this will stop anytime you want. Just say no. Or safeword.”

I nodded
again. He looked so concerned; I wanted to reach out and touch him. “I’m okay,” I repeated.

“
Okay then, Maya.” His voice changed, it was now crisp. “Ready?” With that, he raised the flogger, and expertly brought it down on my thighs.

Ooh. Wow. It felt like little strands of fire on my skin, but they didn’t burn me, they just warmed me up. An answering fire started kindling within me. I clenched my fists in the cuffs, my toes were curled in the leg
restraints. This was wonderful.

“
More, please,” I begged.

Ryan smiled at me.
“Happy to oblige, kitten.” The flogger came down again, this time on my stomach. My muscles clenched. My nipples ached deliciously in their clamps; the bells chimed as I moved.

And again, this time on my right hip. And again, left hip.

His hand rose and fell, leaving flames behind where the flogger touched me. He whipped me steadily, but with care – avoiding my clamped nipples, and staying clear of my pussy. I was pushing myself towards the flogger as best I could; I was burning up, my body begging for release.

“
Ryan, I can’t,” I begged. I couldn’t take much more of this.

He must have agreed, because he leaned in towards me, kissed the side of my neck.
“Almost there, kitten,” he whispered into my ear. Then, with a quick movement, he removed the clamps from my nipples, and before the blood started rushing back into the nipples, the flogger had delivered four firm strokes on my breasts, and Ryan had dropped on his knees in front of my parted legs, three fingers pushed into my gushing pussy, his mouth on my clitoris, skillfully pulling me on the path of arousal, till my knees began to shake, my hands clenched in their cuffs and my thighs tensed. Then it was all flames and heat and warmth everywhere, as the most glorious release erupted in me, starting at the point where his mouth was meeting my body, and spreading through my body.

“
Umm, wow,” I said softly, when I could form words again. That had been the most amazing experience of my life. “I think I like your playroom.”

He laughed
as he unbuckled me, and grabbed me to steady me. “Come on, kitten,” he said firmly. “You’re exhausted. Time for bed.”

He carried me out of the playroom, and down the hall to his bedroom. I felt so vulnerable in his arms, so small and soft and oh-so-breakable. Warning bells were
ringing in the back of my head, far away, cautioning me that I wouldn’t find walking away after two weeks easy at all. I shook my head, determined to ignore them. This was not the time to dwell on that.

He lay me down on the bed;
I fell asleep in his arms.

The sun was shining through the windows when I woke up the next morning. Ryan wasn’t next to me, but the smell of coffee was wafting through the apartment, and I jumped up, eager to find a bathroom, and to grab some coffee. I was astonished at how rested I felt.

I was, of course, naked. I looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror in the adjoining bathroom. My body was a little flushed, but there were no
obvious marks from last night’s flogging.
Nicely done, Mr. Clayborn,
I remarked to myself, wryly. Ryan was clearly no stranger to the flogger.

Ryan had laid a set of towels on the bathroom countertop, along with an unopened toothbrush.
Again, nicely done, Mr. Clayborn,
I thought. Ryan evidently also knew how to cater to women sharing his bedroom.
Well, what did you think, Maya?
I scolded myself. He had always been surrounded by women.

“
Good morning!” Ryan raised his eyebrows at my grouchy look, as I came into the kitchen, wearing one of his t-shirts. “You look grumpy, kitten,” he laughed at me, handing me a cup of coffee. It was perfection. Milk, sugar, just the way I took it. How did he even know how I took my coffee? Oh, but he was good, really, really good.

“
I went downstairs for some croissants, come,” he gestured to the kitchen table. There was a basket of croissants, some butter and jam, and orange juice. It looked mouth-watering. As did he. He was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans, and he looked utterly delicious.

“
Have you been up long?” I asked. What time was it? I looked around for a clock, saw the one on his kitchen stove. “Shit, it’s 11am?”

“
Mmm-hmm. I didn’t have the heart to wake you.”

I sat at the
table. He settled down across from me, and poured me some orange juice.

“
You haven’t eaten yet?” I asked curiously, helping myself to a croissant. “You must be starving.”

He grinned.
“I did eat,” he said, looking ridiculously pleased with himself. “And now, it’s time for second breakfast.”

I giggled. He looked so very cheerful this morning.
“Second breakfast, isn’t that a hobbit thing?”

“
Say what you want, baby,” he said loftily, munching on a croissant, demolishing it in two bites, and reaching out for another. “If you do want another croissant though, I suggest you hurry up and eat your first one before I finish all of them.”

“
Why are you so cheerful?” I asked.

“
Why not?” He smiled sunnily. “A beautiful woman is in my apartment, she’s agreed to spend the next two weeks with me; it all seems pretty good to me.”

“
Hmm.” Sure, it was all pretty good to him. For me, the cold clear daylight had revived my sensible side, the one that was now engaged in reminding me how much it would hurt at the end of these two weeks.

I ate my croissant, took another sip of the perfect coffee. My good humour,
uncertain since I woke up, was slowly returning, with each sip of the coffee. I decided to ignore my sensible side for the present.

“
What do you want to do today?”

“
Okay, I know this is ridiculously touristy, but I want to see the Eiffel Tower.” I was prepared for him to roll his eyes at me. God knows, I always rolled my eyes at people who came to San Francisco and wanted to see Alcatraz.

“
Eiffel Tower it is, then,” Ryan said, agreeably, with absolutely no trace of eye-rolling.

“
Seriously? You are okay with going to the Eiffel Tower? You live here, isn’t it too touristy?”

“
Sure, it’s touristy. But if you want to go to the Eiffel Tower, Maya, then, now’s as good a time as any. It’s Monday, its mid-morning, its winter – if it is ever not going to be flooded with tourists, now’s the time.”

I smiled at him. He was being so good-natured.
“Thanks, Ryan.”

He looked at me intently.
“I’m happy to do this, Maya,” he said. “By the way, I got your stuff from Nina’s while you were asleep; I hope you don’t mind.”

“
That’s great, thanks.”

“
So, want to shower, perhaps wear something a bit more, umm, covered, than the t-shirt you have on, and we can get going?”

I laughed. The t-shirt
had ridden up almost to my pussy when I sat down, and I was naked underneath. I was beginning to fear that that had passed unnoticed. Good, I liked that he noticed.

“
Mmm.” I stirred the coffee with a spoon, and then put the spoon in my mouth, licking it gently. He visibly swallowed. I smiled, just a little bit smug. Where had this version of me come from? “Want to join me in the shower?” I asked.

“
Sultry temptress.” Ryan shook his head at me. “We’ll never make it to the Eiffel Tower if I join you in the shower.”

“
Are you sure?” I asked, mischief in my voice. I scooped some jam onto my fingers, and extending my fingers towards him, smeared it all over his right cheek. “Oops,” I said, grinning. “I guess you’ll have to clean up in the shower.”

He laughed, shaking his head at me.
“Oh kitten,” he said, mock menace in his voice, “you are seriously going to regret doing that.”

I ran for it, turning to wink at him.
“You’ll have to catch me first, you know.”

The shower was lovely and warm and crowded with the two of us in it. I leaned forward and licked the jam off Ryan.
“Glad you could join me,” I teased. I was surprising myself with the way I was acting towards Ryan. I think deep down inside, I’d decided to just make the most of these two weeks.

Ryan groaned in response to th
e feel of my tongue on his face, grabbed my back, pulling me into his hard body. The water cascaded around us. I leaned against his chest, feeling his erection against me. Mmm. This was an exceptionally good way to wake up.

“
Don’t fall asleep, kitten, your mouth has work to do,” Ryan said easily. “Come on, on your knees, you have some atonement ahead for that jam.”

I beamed. I
wanted Ryan’s dick in my mouth.

Ryan’s back was to the shower, blocking most of the water from hitting my face. I kneeled in front of him, and took his hard, ready dick in my hand. My tongue darted out and tasted the bit of
precum that glistened on his cock. Ryan groaned. “Stop teasing, kitten,” he growled. “Hands behind your back, take me in your mouth.”

I obediently linked my hands behind my back, but I wasn’t really done teasing yet. I leaned forward, spreading my knees for balance, and took the head of his lovely cock in my mouth, sucking it like a
popsicle. He growled again, but held still, letting me set the rhythm.

I sucked on his head, swirling my tongue gently around it, lapping up the
precum as it formed. Ryan tasted delicious, salty and male and perfect. I moaned with him in my mouth. Already, my pussy was moist with need.

My tongue snaked down the length of his dick, and I experimentally licked Ryan’s balls. Ryan groaned in response, and his hands entwined in my hair. I expected him to pull me closer and deeper in him, but he didn’t. The reminder was clear though. For the moment, I could tease all I wanted, but his hands were in my hair; and at some point, his patience would wear thin.

I grinned to myself. I was going to enjoy this. 

“
Naughty, naughty Maya,” Ryan said, his voice hoarse with arousal.

In response, I plunged my mouth down the full length of his dick, withdrew, and plunged back down. His dick was hitting the back of my throat, but I did my best to breathe through my nose, and focused
on setting a deep, hard rhythm. His hands tightened in my hair; his grip was almost painful. It was incredibly arousing.

And then I
slowed again. Shallow strokes once again, sucking just the head of his hard, ready cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. Lapping at his cock like it was a rare treat. Long, slow licks, as the water fell, unnoticed, all around us. The heat rose in the shower. My pussy was drenched. It had gushed the instant Ryan had threaded his hands through my hair, reminding me, ever so subtly, that he was in charge.

I pulled back slightly, and looked up at him. His eyes met mine. They were clouded over in need. I kept eye contact, and very slowly reached my tongue out and licked his head. I was
n’t really giving him a blowjob. I was just exploring his body, varying the speed and the intensity, from hard to slow to fast to soft and back again. Ryan’s eyes shut in need. This felt good; I loved knowing that I could do this to him. 

“
Kitten, you are killing me here,” Ryan grated.

“
Mmm,” I said. I looked at him and winked. “That’s sort of the point.”

Ryan shook his head at me in rebuke, but his eyes were amused. His hands tightened in my hair, and he pulled me forward on his cock.
“I’m going to set the pace now, kitten,” he said.

Gods, he took charge so well. My pussy gushed again in response. I moaned into his cock, as he slid
my mouth up and down his hard length. His dick hit the back of my throat, and I fought not to gag. He gave me a second or two to recover, and then resumed.  My eyes watered, yet my nipples were hard points, and my entire body was tingling in arousal.

“
You’ve got to learn how to control that gag reflex, Maya,” Ryan remarked conversationally. “Here.”

He pushed the full length of his dick deep down my throat, and held still. I fought to breathe. My hands balled into fists behind my back.

“Breathe through your nose. Relax,” he instructed. Warm water ran all around us, unnoticed. I struggled to obey.

One of Ryan’s hands balled my hair up into a ponytail; the other moved to my chin, holding it at the precise angle for him to thrust down my throat. He looked at me
, all warmth and caring. “This is going to be intense; use your hands to stop me if you need, okay?”

I nodded. I didn’t want to stop him. I wanted to please him.

He smiled in response, and then his eyes shuttered, and he pushed straight into my open mouth, thrusting hard, as I fought to remain steady, to breathe, to relax my mouth and let him penetrate it. He was right, this was intense. I was drooling, mixed in with the water from the shower. My throat was being fucked at the pace he wanted; it was powerful and forceful and passionate and extreme, and I hated it a little, and loved it a lot.

He paused, and pulled back. I gasped for air
, struggling to even my breathing. He looked at me intently. “Too much?” he asked, with a touch of concern.

I shook my head.
“Mostly in a good way.” I had regained control of my breath.

He
nodded. “In that case, Maya, back again.”

And so it went. He
controlled my body expertly, stroking into my mouth, setting the pace, pausing when he could tell it all got a bit too much. Everything was reduced to simplicity. Breathe. Accept his cock in my throat. Relax. Breathe.

He didn’t touch me, other than the one hand in my hair, and the other holding my chin at the angle he wanted, but I was shuddering in arousal; I was entranced at the effect I was having on him, and it was sending shock pulses through my body. I was teetering on
the edge, so close to an orgasm.

Ryan stopped. He shut off the water, and looked at me. His eyes were glazed with lust as he contemplated me. I still knelt on the bathtub, my hands obediently linked behind my back. I looked back at him in utter need.

“I want to be in your pussy, Maya,” Ryan growled. “Come.”

A quick rub of the towel; the weave of the
fabric raising goose-bumps all over my body. Then, I was carried to the bed in the playroom, tossed down on it. I lay on my back, and I met Ryan’s eyes. “Ryan, please, I want you in me,” I begged. 

“
Soon enough,” he murmured.

He quickly cuffed me to the headboard. My arms spread wide, tied to the two ends. My legs, raised over my head, also tied next to my arms. I silently gave thanks to my yoga classes in San Francisco.

“You are so very helpless right now, Maya.” Ryan grinned at me. “So, tell me again, the jam, was that a good idea?” His eyes twinkled at me.

I giggled, and tried for the appropriately serious expression, but my lips couldn’t stop twitching.
“No, Ryan, the jam was a very poor idea,” I said, with my best attempt at contrition.

Ryan winked at me, as he grabbed a condom
and rolled it on. “Naughty Maya,” he said, amused. “That was not convincing at all.” He thrust into me. I moaned. Gods, in this position, he was so deep in me, it was almost painful.

“
I think I’ll have to punish you.” Smack. His hand smacked my exposed ass, as he continued thrusting. I bit my lip to stop from crying out aloud. This was so incredibly erotic. The spanks mixed in with his deep strokes; pleasure layered upon pleasure; heat rising. Again, I was clenching my fists, my hips were rising to meet Ryan’s strokes, my moans mixed in with his grunts, and then, he was coming in me, his face clenched in passion, his fingers touching my clitoris, demanding response, and my response was instantaneous and passionate, and I exploded in a sea of colour and sparks.