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Master Class

By: Cassandra Carr | Other books by Cassandra Carr
Published By: Loose Id LLC
Published: Dec 11, 2012
ISBN # 9781623000684
Word Count: 47,250
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Eligible Price: $5.99

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Categories: Romance>BDSM Romance>Contemporary Romance>Erotic Romance


Master Class by Cassandra Carr - Romance>BDSM

Genre: BDSM Contemporary

Ryan Tomasi feels like a failure. His marriage is officially over; the ink dried on the divorce decree. His friend Jack introduces him to BDSM and he agrees to attend a Halloween party at a club. A submissive approaches him, offering herself, and how can he refuse the kneeling beauty? They do a whirlwind scene and Ryan is addicted--both to dominance and to her.

Lisette Rinaldo is returning to the BDSM club for the first time since ending a bad relationship with her former master. She spots Ryan and is taken by the combination of self-assurance and nervousness the man displays as he takes in his surroundings. And after he gives her an incredible re-introduction to the lifestyle, she knows she needs to see the man again.

Ryan and Lisette explore each other and the lifestyle, but what started out as playtime quickly evolves into something more. The problem? Ryan isn’t ready to get serious again and Lisette doesn’t want to fall in love with a guy who can’t give all of himself to her. Both of them are going to have to break out of the bonds holding them back from happiness to pass this Master Class.
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Please, please, please, let this guy not be an asshole.

Lisette had taken a huge chance approaching a Dom she’d never seen before, and she was sure he was a Dom. She’d been discreetly watching him for several minutes. He looked a little nervous, one knee bouncing as he sat, but his entire demeanor screamed dominant, from the look in his eye to the way he carried himself. This man was no sub.

He cleared his throat, but she continued to hold out the bottle in offering, her gaze focused somewhere right around his calves. Then she heard a chuckle.

“That means she wants to play with you, man. She’s offering herself to you.”

Out of her peripheral vision, she saw a man with a bright red armband standing next to the Dom. One of the DMs, or dungeon masters.

“Oh,” the man answered, and Lisette wondered if she’d made a mistake. What was this guy’s deal? Then the bottle of water was plucked out of her hands, and the man said, “Sit.” He pointed to the cushion in front of him, and she sank onto it with as much grace as she could with her too-small harem pants crawling up her ass crack. With any luck, by the end of the night, the man would replace the fabric with his hard cock. She freaking loved anal sex--it was one of the quickest ways for her to achieve that lovely subspace. She was drawn out of her reverie when the man tipped her chin up to meet his gaze.

Wow, those are eyes I want to obey. Why am I having such a strong reaction to a man I’ve just met? This is crazy.

But no matter how crazy it was, she couldn’t look away. He mesmerized her.

“I’m Ryan.”


“Tell me why you came over here.”

His question caught her off guard, which was silly, considering she’d been in the lifestyle for nearly three years now. “Um, I have a thing for guys in uniform, sir?” He laughed, and she relaxed a little.

“I hope you won’t be disappointed when you find out this is only a costume.”

Lisette smiled. “I hope you won’t be disappointed this is only a costume.” She waited as Ryan took a moment to slowly peruse her from head to toe.

“Not a bit, though I bet you look even better out of it.”

She wasn’t sure what to say, since he really wasn’t in a position to order her to strip, at least not yet. As she felt her cheeks heat, she cursed herself and stared at the floor near the toes of his boots.

Why are you acting like a blushing schoolgirl? Get it together!

He sat silently, and when she finally raised her gaze once more, he leaned back and crossed his arms over a very nice chest. Ryan didn’t look like a gym rat, but it was obvious he kept himself in shape. Add that to honey-colored brown hair and hazel eyes currently boring holes into her, and she was a goner.

“I was wondering if you were interested in doing a scene with me, sir.”

“I might be.” Glancing out to the public play area a small distance away, though, he frowned. “If any equipment ever becomes free.”

Lisette perused the area next to them and saw he was right. Every piece of equipment appeared to be in use. Then a man waved to Ryan, and he smiled back. The man motioned him closer, and Ryan turned to her.

“Wait here for a moment.”

“Yes, sir.” He didn’t seem upset she was using the honorific, despite the fact they’d just met, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Treating a Dom with respect from the start was ingrained in her. Lisette wasn’t sure she could function any other way.

Ryan rose and went straight to the Dom, who indicated the spanking bench. Both of them glanced her way, and she tried her best to present herself properly, though her recently injured ankle made kneeling for long periods of time difficult. She should’ve known to stick to cycling and not try running again.

With a nod, Ryan pivoted and returned to her side. “My friend Jack said he and his sub would be finished with the spanking bench soon, and he’d hold it for us if we wanted to use that. Works for me. You?”

“It’s fine.” He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, and she cocked her head to the side. Ryan looked really nervous now. “Are you all right, sir?”

“Yes, I’m good. I’m...” He seemed to be debating what to say next. “I’m new to BDSM. I’ve been practicing, I guess you could say, with Jack and his submissive”--he indicated his friend--“but this will be the first solo scene I’ve ever done.”

“Okay. We can keep it simple. I don’t play in private with anyone I’ve just met.”

“Fair enough, and smart.”

She relaxed a little, happy that wasn’t a deal breaker. It was the one personal rule she never, ever broke. Forcing thoughts of other, less happy times out of her mind, she continued. “I have some experience, and though I know the submissive is supposed to obey the Dominant, I’m happy to answer any questions you have.”

Ryan nodded. “Anything medical I need to know about?”

Lisette was happy he at least seemed to have done his homework. “I sprained my ankle running a few months ago.”

He frowned at her. “Does it hurt to kneel?”

She blushed harder, and his frown deepened. “Yeah, a little.”

“Then sit some other way. I have no interest in further aggravating your injury. Why didn’t you do that from the start?”

Ryan looked genuinely upset, and Lisette bit her lip as she changed her position. “I’m sorry, sir.”

He nodded to acknowledge her apology before moving on. “I like to use the green-yellow-red system for safe words. It makes sense to me and is pretty clear and easy to remember. Is that okay?” She nodded, and his eyes narrowed. “Repeat them for me. I assume you know what each means?”

“Yes, sir. Green for everything’s fine, yellow for slow down, red for stop completely.”

“Good. Hard limits? For me, nothing like gun or knife play, which I’ve been told aren’t allowed around here anyway. And I’m not a sadist. I’ve been practicing with several implements, so I feel comfortable with quite a few of them, but if you’re looking for someone to make you bleed”--his eyes flicked toward the play area and the Dom whipping the submissive--“I’m not him.”

“I’m not, sir. I enjoy erotic pain, but I’m not a masochist.”

“Hard limits, then?”

“Nothing we’d be likely to do tonight. I can handle most any implement you want to try out on me.”

“Duly noted. What about sex?”

Ryan glanced over at his friend, who was currently fucking his submissive so hard the spanking bench was rattling. Lisette bit her lip, hoping Ryan was as forceful as that Dom. If there was one thing she couldn’t stand, it was a guy who purported to be a Dom but then didn’t back it up. She didn’t want one to beat the hell out of her or have no consideration for her needs, but a Dom that had no qualms about taking her hard? Sign her up.

Forcing her breathing to calm so she wouldn’t be tempted to climb right up his very nicely toned torso, she replied, “With a condom, vaginal or anal is fine.”

“You enjoy anal sex?”

Ryan seemed surprised by that, and she wasn’t sure why, so she just nodded. “Yes, sir.”

He took another deep breath, and she chanced a longer look at him. His gaze had gone dark with heat, and her pussy answered, flooding her with warmth. Apparently he was happy with what he was hearing.

“Okay, so you said a condom for vaginal or anal. Not for oral?”

She shook her head. “They wouldn’t have let you in tonight without a clean bill of health, so I’m not worried. You can come in my mouth.”

“All right. What do you need from tonight?”

Lisette squirmed under his scrutiny. For a self-confessed novice Dom, he had the look down, that was for damn sure. “Can I say one thing not related to our current discussion, sir?”

Both eyebrows rose. “Of course.”

“You’re really good at that whole ‘staring a sub down’ thing.”

Ryan threw back his head and laughed. “I’m a professor. That’s the same look I use with wayward students.”

“A professor, huh?”


He grinned, and Lisette was sure she was going to leave a wet spot on her harem pants if he kept that up. Woo boy.

What would it be like to be bent over his knee right in his classroom as he applied his large hand or a ruler to her bared ass? Would he do it in front of the rest of the students? Would he make her stand in the corner with her spanked ass on display afterward? Her pussy flooded, and she shifted.


His tone snapped her back to reality. “I apologize, sir.”

“We might have to work on that tendency to let your attention wander.”

“Yes, sir.” She nodded quickly.

“I asked you what you needed from tonight. I don’t like repeating myself.”

“I like to be spanked, sir. I haven’t been in a while, and I need one.”

“And how hard do you like to be spanked? I’m sorry if I’m asking a lot of questions, but as I said, I’m new to this, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

Risking censure, she reached up to touch his arm before pulling away. “It’s fine. I’d rather you asked the questions than muddled along, feeling uncomfortable. As far as how hard?” She shrugged. “You can spank me to tears. Like I said, I do like some pain.” She chewed the inside of her cheek, trying to decide if she wanted to admit what she was thinking. Deciding it was better to be honest with Ryan, she asked, “Would you like me to tell you what I was thinking about a little while ago when my attention wandered, sir?”

He reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. “Sure.”

The words came out in a rush. “I was imagining being in your class, and you calling me out of my chair. You make me come to the front of the class and get over your knee. You bare my ass, even though there are other students there, and then pick up a ruler and start to spank me.”

Ryan grinned. “Lucky for you, I have a ruler paddle. Bought it on kind of a lark because it looked cool.”

Taking it out of his toy bag, he showed it to her. It was long and narrow like a ruler, but with rounded edges and a handle. The wood was a dark red, just as she’d imagine a sub’s ass might be after a good dose of the wicked implement, and highly polished. She’d never been spanked with one before and couldn’t wait to see how it felt on her ass if he decided to use it tonight. The narrowness would concentrate the pain, but the length would ensure her entire bottom felt every stroke.

He indicated the public play area. “And my friend is finishing up with the spanking bench. All set?”

“Yes, sir.”

If she’d thought he did Dom well before, she was sure of it now. His entire body straightened as he rose and glared down at her. “Did you forget to bring in your completed paper again, young lady?”

“Yes, sir,” she answered, trying not to smile. She’d done some role-play in the past, but for some reason, the idea of it with Ryan fascinated her, probably because he actually was a professor. In a lot of ways, it wasn’t even role-playing for him, but if he was willing to indulge her, she could probably come up with dozens of naughty-student scenarios.

“Mind wandering again too, I see. You’ll need to be punished severely. I can’t have you disrupting class. Get up and go over to the bench.”

With a nod, she rose and walked over to where his friend and his now well-spanked and fucked submissive stood. The sub leaned heavily on her Dom, who turned to Ryan.

“You all set?”

“Yeah, we’re just going to do a simple scene.”

“I’ll be right on that same couch if you need me.” Slapping Ryan on the back, he continued. “Have fun.”

Ryan turned back to her, and she could swear he’d grown several inches since she’d first stood next to him. He pointed to the spanking bench.

“Clean it off, and then bend over the desk here. It’s about time you paid for your insolence. It’s either this or a failing grade.”

“I can’t fail, sir. I’ll take whatever punishment you feel is necessary,” Lisette said as she did his bidding and wiped down the equipment.

“Yes, you will.”

After she settled herself over the spanking bench, he buckled her in until she could only move a slight bit in each direction. Her entire soul reached out to this man, instinctively knowing, no matter how new he was, that he could give her what she needed. It had been months since she’d had a good spanking, and she’d come here tonight, hoping and praying she’d find someone compatible.

It had been a year since she’d broken things off with her last Dom. Only in the past few weeks had she felt the urge to submit to a man. Master Taz had made her so gun-shy, she hadn’t even considered coming here for months. But vanilla dating just wasn’t cutting it anymore.

She noticed he tested the cuffs on her wrists for fit. When he reached her ankles, the last of the various buckles to attend to, he asked, “Which ankle did you sprain?”

“My left, sir.”

“Do you want me to leave it uncuffed?”

“No, sir, I want to be completely immobilized.”

“As you wish.”

Copyright © Cassandra Carr

Master Class

By: Cassandra Carr