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  The playroom appeared anything but childish. It more resembled a high-end hotel room with an oversized bed. Were those restraints on the bedposts? Jody hesitated in the doorway. She couldn’t go in. No way would she be able to go through with it.

  Smack. Lucy spanked her on the ass, making Jody jump forward. “Sometimes, she needs a bit of an incentive,” she explained. “She’s signed all the consent forms, willingly, so do anything you think will be appropriate.”

  With a final nod, Lucy left them alone. At a loss, Jody stood in the middle of the room. She didn’t want to sit on the bed. They’d get there soon enough. Drew laid the bag out on a stool, and opened it up. All sorts of devices in a variety of colors screamed for her attention.

  “Ever wear a vibrating butt plug while being fucked?” Drew asked, holding up a particularly wicked-looking purple device.

  She swallowed a lump that had formed in her throat. “I-I-I can’t say I have.”

  “Hmpf. Well, there’s always a time and place for everything.”

  Emboldened with a new sense of righteousness, she confronted him. “What’s supposed to happen here? Are you going to try to torture my beliefs out of me? Because let me tell you, that’s not going to happen.”

  “Torture?” Drew moved fast, closing the gap between them. He slipped his hand under the back of her skirt, palming the curve of her ass. The hard ridge of his cock pressed into her stomach. “It’ll be all pleasure. You’re allowed to keep all the beliefs you already have. All I ask is for you to open your mind just a little bit—like I’m going to open your body—and leave some room for more.”

  Before she uttered another protest, he covered her mouth with his. Strong, insistent lips pressed against her and she quickly lost all argument. He swirled his tongue over her top lip, tracing the upper curve and she gasped at the sensual feeling. He took advantage of the opening and delved in with his tongue. Each stroke of his against hers increased her pleasure and her nether region pulsed with need.

  How could he turn her on so much with only some words, and his mouth? Her body felt on fire, and only one thing—him—could put it out.

  Moaning against his mouth, she ran her fingers up his back, digging in. She moved one hand between them, gripping his member through his pants.

  “Whoa-whoa-whoa,” he said. “Not so fast. We have plenty of playtime, and lessons before we get to the main attraction.”

  Jody tapered it down. When it was time, she was used to doing it. And that was about it. What did he mean about lessons beforehand? If she thought about it too much, nothing would happen. Didn’t he know, she needed to feel and not think?

  He started at her shoulder, pushing her shirt down and off. The silky material slid against flesh. Jody lifted her arms, to allow him to pull it off. He sought out her breasts with his hands, cupping them whole, and then dipping his fingers into the cups to pinch the nipples. She reached behind her and unsnapped the bra, letting her breasts fall free.

  “You’re gorgeous. You know with all that media coverage happening, nothing does you justice,” he said. “While I’m liking the new hairstyle, that’s only cosmetic changes. These tits, though. They’re all you. Why don’t you ever show them off and let everyone know how damn sexy you are?”

  “It’s not the role I was given,” she said. “My part is of the dutiful wife. I’m background.”

  “On the show?” Drew asked. “Forget about how they pigeonholed you on TV. You, as a woman, are gorgeous.”

  Heat flushed through her chest and face. She wanted to be desired. Needed. Wanted. She slipped her hands under the back of his shirt, feeling the soft skin covering his muscles. Her husband had gotten soft in the last few years, not quite as desirable. No wonder she’d lost interest, and he’d gone looking for something else.

  “Move with me,” Drew said. As he continued to kiss her, he walked her backwards toward the bed. With the backs of her knees hitting the mattress, he stripped off her skirt and underwear, leaving her completely naked.

  “Look how pretty you are down here.” He fingered her trimmed mound. “So alluring.”

  “You have Ms. Lucy to thank for that maintenance,” she said. It wasn’t like she kept what was hidden in her pants all spruced up all the time, but maybe that little bit made a large difference.

  “I’ll have to remember to thank her later,” he said.

  Once she was on the bed, he moved quickly, strapping her arms into the restraints at the top posts. Jody pulled at them, making the material snap even tighter.

  “Do I need to be restrained?”

  “From all I’ve seen, I think so,” he said. “You’re a fighter, and not in a good way. There’s a lot you want to experience, but you’re not allowing yourself to do it—yet.”

  His words spun through her brain. She’d been sent here—highly recommended—by friends and family. Just about everyone who talked with her expressed disbelief that she stayed with her husband. And yet, through it all, his infidelity and the scandal from his youth, she’d stood by him. Maybe, she needed to start thinking about herself, instead of what was right and obviously not inline with their regular beliefs.

  A thick silky material was placed around her wrists, and she tested the limits. If she pulled harder, it tightened.

  “You’re not messing around,” she said.

  “No. This is the real thing. Still want to continue?”

  Having the choice put back to her, Jody didn’t know what to say. She thought coming here, and being with Drew, would be more about his taking away the choice from her. That’s what her experience in the past was about. Instead, putting the yes or no in her lap made her feel very different. No matter what happened, she couldn’t fall back on it not being her decision.

  “Why don’t you believe in God?” she asked. She’d never talked to someone with such conflicting beliefs.

  “You are laying there totally nude. Do you really want to discuss my beliefs?” From his magic bag, he took out something pretty harmless-looking: A pink feather. “Officially, an agnostic says they don’t know if a god exists. How do you know?” He trailed the edge up the side of her stomach, and over her breasts.

  She sucked in a breath. Good question. Both of them. Her husband swore to uphold the doctrines of their church, and he failed miserably. Another argument came to mind. “Without religion, people would commit murder.”

  Drew swirled the feather over the tips of her nipples, teasing them to a painful pucker. Leaning in close, he covered one with his mouth, sucking strongly before moving toward her ear. “Is that the only thing that keeps you from killing? Worry about your soul in the afterlife?” he asked. “I have more faith in humanity. We are inherently good. It’s not fear that keeps us in check. It’s basic decency.”

  Conviction turned her on. Strong faith, even if it was a different belief than her own. She looked at Drew in an altered light. “More,” she said.

  “More feather, or more-more?” He dipped and swirled.

  “Anything and everything.”

  He ceased all touching, put down the instrument he’d been using, and crossed the room to his box of pleasure items. Since she’d liked what he’d come up with so far, she’d hold off on protesting.

  In his hand, he held a small purple bullet-shaped item and a tube. “Ever have one of these in your ass?” Holding up the device, he pressed a button on the bottom and a buzzing noise ensued.

  “No-no. Can’t say I have. Not sure if I want to start now.” She strained against the ties. “Are you sure that’s necessary?”

  “Necessary? Not sure if I was brought here to stay within the box,” he said. The vibrating stopped. He moved between her legs, and a coldness spread down the crack of her bottom. “You’re going to feel a slight pressure.”

  There it was. She held her breath, and then after thirty seconds of nothing happening, let it out. At that moment, he slipped the device past the outer rim and into her anus. It felt oddly foreign and yet arousing at the same time. She�
��d never been touched there, let alone had anything enter.

  “Now, if you were staying at the school for a longer period of time, or if you were enrolling, you’d probably be fit with several sizes of these, stretching you out until say, my cock fit in your ass.”

  “What? Why?”

  “Oh, you’ll see.” On that promise, he clicked the damned button on again, and a pleasurable vibration began inside of her. The sensation traveled through her lower extremities, so although it centralized in her ass, she swore she’d felt it in her clit.

  Closing her eyes, she drank in the sensations. “Well look at what we have here. Someone likes it, don’t you?”

  “Yes.” If she could touch herself right now, she would. She’d rub one out so fast. Instead, this delicious man insisted on torturing her with pleasure.

  “Are you going to take me now?” she asked.

  “No, I don’t think so,” he said. “You see, even with my low moral standards—as you would see them—you’re still attached. I’d rather not get physical with a woman who’ll regret it. If you were separated, that would be a whole different story.”

  His admission made her open her eyes. “What? You don’t want me?”

  “Oh, I do.” He gripped his cock, stroking it out long and hard and teasing the fuck out of her. “But, I don’t want you to regret any of your actions here.”

  Despite best intensions, it was getting harder and harder to concentrate on his words. They were sprouting forth from his mouth but the physical component of their interaction took over her brain capacity. A fiery ball built from her loins, coiling in her stomach, ready to break at any moment. All she needed was one direct touch to send her over the edge into a heightened pleasure, she knew she’d never experienced before. This sensation was what was missing from her life. So many people seemed to have known it, except for her.

  A burning flush crept up her chest and neck, and continued to crawl up her face.

  “I’ll be right back,” Drew said. He brought out a thick red dick from the box of sin. Of course it would be red. What other color did she expect? Like the devil’s cock. “While I won’t fuck you, I’m pretty sure you’ll get a fair amount of pleasure out of this baby.”

  Making a show out of it, he dripped lube all over the device. She licked her lips, and when he held it up in front of her, one eyebrow cocked, she nodded. She’d take it. She’d take it all.

  “Spread them wide for me,” he said, moving the dildo between her thighs.

  She was more than willing to comply. As he pushed the head between her lips, a moment of panic took over. It was so much bigger than her husband’s member. Maybe she should ask for something smaller.

  Fuck that. Do you think Mr. Druger asks his woman for a less tight pussy? Hell no. The tighter, the better for him. Well, then, the bigger, the better for her.

  “I’m ready,” she said, closing her eyes.

  “Oh no, baby. Open wide, your legs and your eyes. You’re going to see this coming, as you come.”

  His words and tone turned her on even more. Pleasure rested in his hands. Well, and a few extracurricular toys. With sureness, he moved to her side, rubbing the oversized dildo against her nether lips, pressing hard against her clit.

  “If you shut your eyes, I’ll stop.”

  The tip entered her, stretching for position. She dragged in a deep breath, and he pushed further. Inch by inch, until all that was left outside was the red handle he held.

  Then the fucking began. The pseudo-cock pumped in and out of her, building up. She wanted to close her lids to concentrate on the feeling of being filled, but she fought against the urge.

  “Imagine me taking you,” Drew said, “my cock bringing all sorts of pleasure. Show me how good it feels. Show me how much you want it.”

  A beeping sound indicated that he’d upped the speed on the vibrator, and everything tingled. At the moment she thought she’d climax, he stopped the device. Damn frustrating man possessed too much patience. She wanted to finish it, wanted to come.

  “What did you do that for?”

  “Don’t you know, the longer you wait, the better it will be?”

  No she didn’t. At home, she received a wham-bam-no-thank-you-ma’am. Getting physical was for the sake of procreation, at least in the household. Outside, she now guessed anything went.

  Trying to keep from either panting or begging, she worried her lower lip, and pleaded with her eyes.

  “Oh, stop looking at me like that. Here you go.”

  After so much stimulation, she didn’t think it would take long. She hovered, ready to fall, ready to break apart in a million pieces. The roller coaster had reached the peak, and the car was about to tumble. The waves built to a crescendo, about to crash on the shore. Every cliché to explain coming, she waited.

  The muscles in her abdomen tightened and she flexed her hands, wishing to be able to touch him. Right now, at this moment, it didn’t matter if he wasn’t her husband. Hell, it was better he wasn’t. She hated that bastard. She’d show him.

  At that point, the mental moment of setting free, and granting her permission, the physical stimulation trumped, shoving into an abyss of pleasure. Shockwaves traveled through her body, and she clenched her teeth.

  “Oh my….,” she exclaimed. “That feels so fucking good.”

  As the tremors passed, she closed her eyes, losing awareness in the physical body and projecting to a higher, spiritual level.

  Absentmindedly, she knew that Drew removed the dildo and plug, wiping her clean. He unbound her wrists, rubbing lotion on the tender skin. The gentlest kiss he laid upon her neck. He pulled a warm blanket over her body.

  “When you’re really ready, come back to me,” he whispered.

  The lights shut off and a soft click of the door sounded.

  She was looking forward to what else the weekend at Sex U. would offer, and she now knew that when she returned home, she needed to make some changes. And she wondered if Ms. Lucy sold those toys?

  Chapter Four

  The next day, Ms. Lucy greeted Jody with a customized leather flogger with wide tails. Jody fought the urge to hide her hands behind her back, and refuse the torture device.

  “I have no idea why you think I’d want to touch that,” she said.

  “Really? Would you rather me give you a choice? Do you want to feel it on your bare ass, or learn how to use it to give someone else pleasure and discipline?” She raised her eyebrow, while swishing the ends in the air.

  Given those choices, Jody didn’t really have a decision. No way did she want to be on the other end of the kissing leather. “Tell me what you’d like me to do.”

  “Smart choice,” Lucy said. “Ultimately, my goal is to give you a variety of tactics to handle day-to-day life. Ideally, I’d like you to leave that lying, cheating hypocrite you married, but I’m not sure that’s going to happen.”

  Deep down, Jody knew the option hung over her head. In the media, and on blogs, people questioned how she could stay with him after everything that had happened. The network had even asked her to do a special show where she talked about her side of the story. She wasn’t ready—yet. She doubted him, herself and their relationship. But until they had time to attempt to work through the issues, she wasn’t willing to make that call.

  “You’re probably right.”

  “I usually am. Instead, I’d like to offer you some ways of dealing with him. Let’s think of them as incentives to curb his bad behavior.”

  “Or punish what he’s always done,” she murmured.

  “That too.”

  Lucy held out the leather instrument. It was obvious she wanted Jody to take it.

  “This is a flogger. It’s one of the more entry-level instruments of power play. The wider tails—these long strips at the end—make the strikes less intense. Don’t get me wrong. The person on the other end will feel them, but less so than a crop or a whip.”

  In her fingers, the leather felt soft and flexible. She
imagined it kissing the flesh of her husband. With this baby, she could curtail any future bad behavior.

  “Ready to practice?”

  “Let’s go.” She swung the device for good measure, and Lucy stepped back, before grabbing the end.

  “First, let’s talk safety. You want to be able to control the strikes. Think of it as an extension of yourself, your arm. When you strike, be mindful of the sensitive areas of the body where you may do harm. You don’t want to hit near any internal organs not covered by bone. Watch the kidneys, genitals, the face, and even the breasts.”

  “No genitals, no breasts? You take away all the fun.”

  Lucy stepped closer, putting her face directly in Judy’s. “It’s not a joke. You don’t want to hurt someone. The session may truly be about discipline and you don’t want to provide pleasure. But the key is to remain in control. Do you understand?”

  Quickly, her own brief training bounced back. “Yes, Ms. Lucy.”

  “Good.” Lucy nodded her head, and then walked toward the bedroom. “Let’s practice on a pillow first.”

  “A pillow?”

  “You’re not going to hurt a pillow, and you need to get a feel for the swing of that thing.”

  In the room, Lucy laid out three pillows in the shape of a human body. “Remember what I said about those sensitive areas. The safest place, of course, is the ass with its nice layer of fat. Now feel the rhythm, and sway the flogger back and forth, turning at your wrist.”

  With precision, Jody swung in a figure eight, back and forth, getting a feel for the instrument. Finally, she moved her aim downward, where the ass of the subject would be and a satisfying thump-thump rang out.

  “That’s it,” Lucy encouraged. “You also want to discover how hard or how soft you want the strikes. Usually, you start off soft, warming the subject up, and then you can move to harder ones. For you, I’d suggest staying light. Even the softest of strikes feel strong after repeated applications. It’s even like when someone rubs your arm affectionately in the same spot, over and over. After a while, the sensation builds up and can become uncomfortable.”