Learning to Yield (Power Exchange Academy - Submissive Center/Master's School) by Madelene Martin Page B

shocks of arousal coursing through her now.
    Their tongues caressed each other. He wrapped his hand in her hair. Kissed her neck. stroked her back.
    Her ass stung, moving against the desk - but it only added a sweet counterpoint to her pleasure. She never wanted it to end.
    "Your ass looks so lovely all red and striped," he whispered in her ear. He bit down on her earlobe.
    Words were beyond her capability. She moaned. Writhed her hips against his straining cock. Wished he would take her, right here.
    He breathed hard. "I have wanted you since I first saw you, kneeling at my feet."
    She closed her eyes, nuzzling against his neck. She could hardly believe what he was saying - but loved hearing the words.
    He twisted his hand tighter in her hair. Tugged on it, making her gasp. He pulled her face away from him and looked into her eyes. She saw naked desire there, and couldn't help but smile.
    "Ashley." He said, letting out another hot, heavy breath.
    "Yes, Sir?"
    "If you stay with your classes, and if you graduate, I intend to collar you."
    Her heart skipped a beat. She didn't know what to say. Was that something she wanted?
    "You know though, that I'm not permitted to sleep with a student."
    "Wh... what?" She frowned.
    His thumb stroked her jaw and he smiled wryly. "Not while you are in training. But..." and he trailed the thumb down over her chest, between her breasts. Lightly touched her navel, causing her to shiver. "That doesn't mean I can't have some fun with you."
    So he wouldn't be taking her here on the desk. Still... his words intrigued her.
    "I want to please you, Sir." She murmured.
    He smiled. "Good." He bent for another kiss, teasing her lips with his own, nibbling and nipping while he held her by the hair, keeping her at bay so she couldn't come closer. She moaned, enjoying the sweet torment. She was beginning to see, she thought, how pain and pleasure could sometimes complement each other.
    "Now," he said, laying little kisses on her cheeks, her lips, her ear. "You will do something for me?"
    "Yes." She answered, straining against his grip in an attempt to meet his lips one more time.
    "You are not to come for the rest of the week." He said.
    She stopped still. After today - that would be difficult. Ashley knew thoughts of him would be going round and round in her mind all week. It would be torture to not be able to go home and get in the bath and play with herself. Remembering everything that had happened today. Thinking of him.
    She made a little sound of protest, and he laughed.
    "I'm sure you will survive." He said. "But... I might not make it easy for you." He pressed hard against her for a moment, teasingly grinding his hard shaft against her.
    She moaned, delicious shivers going through her at the sight of his wicked grin. "Yes, Sir."
    "I know you won't disappoint me."
    She shook her head.
    "Good girl."
    He let go of her hair, stroking it and smoothing it as though she were a pet. Ashley nuzzled against his hand. It felt so good... even though her body was crying out to be touched. For release.
    He told her to get dressed.
    Her street clothes as well as her uniform had been dropped off and waited outside his door. She dressed in front of him, making every move as sensual as she could as she slowly rolled on her stockings, put on her bra and shirt.
    She enjoyed the look on his face as he stared at her, watching every movement. There was some power in being a sub, she thought.
    She pulled her skirt on and started to step into her panties, trying to be graceful.
    "Stop."
    Ashley froze in place.
    Mr. Morgan came forward, and tugged the black lacy panties from her hand. He crushed them in his fist and brought them up to his nose. Then he inhaled a deep breath and smiled. "These, I keep."
    He tucked them in his pocket, kissed her once more, and sent her on her way.
    She walked home with a ridiculous smile on her face. It was only her second day at the Academy. It had been challenging, nerve-wracking and