“They keep thinking it'll get better,” Shannon surprised herself by saying. Lindsay seemed a bit surprised she'd interjected as well, though not angry. “We're told sex gets better with time and you just need to learn what the other person likes and we really like the guy and we don't want to hurt his feelings. I mean you have the internet! This information is out there. We assume you'll care and learn it.”
Lindsay laughed. “She does have a point. Maybe if you'd be a bit more willing to learn, you might magically find a woman whose appetite matches your own.”
“Well also, it takes women too long to come,” one of the men who hadn't spoken yet, said as if he were dropping a secret of the universe on them all. “It's quicker for men.”
Lindsay moved back over to Shannon and began to slowly stroke between her legs. They fell open under his touch. His fingertips lightly skimmed over the slippery wet folds of her sex. She arched into him and let out a whimper.
“Actually,” Lindsay said as if he could barely tolerate their stupidity, “the vast majority of women are highly responsive to sexual touch. If you know where and how to touch them.” He dipped a finger inside her and gently stroked, hitting a small hidden nub of pleasure. She let out a stuttering gasp and gripped the sheets.
“Master, please.”
He chuckled and pulled his hand away making her want to crawl to him and do whatever it took to get him to go back to touching her that way.
“This, is real,” he said, “Now. Who's ready to learn?”
Every hand went up.
“Excellent. The first lesson. Oral sex.”
The men looked at her like they expected she'd be on her knees very soon.
“For her,” Lindsay said. “While we do train our girls, most of them are actually already very good at this. I question if you were paying attention when Anton told you you would be getting trained today. Shannon's already trained. She doesn't need to learn how to please you. She already knows. She could make any one of you have the best orgasm of your life in under five minutes. You have to learn how to please her, and by extension, all our other pets waiting to be adopted by a good master.”
One of them was still not fully getting this, still wrapped up in his master-of-the-manor fantasies where nubile young women lived to serve him and he didn't have to have any finesse at all. He said “Okay, but aren't they slaves?”
Lindsay rolled his eyes as if to say, it's impossible to find good help these days. “Yes, they are,” he replied, “But they came here willingly because they have their own needs. Realistically, if you want a sex slave do you want her desperate to please you because she's terrified of you or because she is aching to have your cock inside her or alternately because she needs to taste your come in the same way she needs air? Which one of these scenarios is more exciting to you? Really? Unless you're a sociopath—and the house already has one of those—you, and most men, want the latter. Now. Oral sex. You're all going to learn how to make my kitten purr.”
This whole wise sex teacher thing was really working for Lindsay. If he didn't stop talking and start touching her soon, she was going to embarrass herself.
He turned his full attention back to her. “But first... your punishment.”
The men's gazes shifted to the whipping implements on the wall. A couple of them looked practically gleeful to get to watch Shannon get whipped.
“Master, I'm sorry. Please. Mercy just this once.” She hated the idea of him doing this to her in front of these men.
Lindsay chuckled. “Oh kitten, if only I could offer mercy. But I can't. We're out of mercy. You used your sole get-out-of-punishment-free card weeks ago in the pool.”
Fuck. The night she'd decided to go swimming instead of being in his bedroom on her knees waiting for him.
“Scoot up higher on the bed and spread your legs.”
She looked fearfully at the objects hanging from hooks on the stone wall. Was he going to... whip her there? Pre-emptive tears started to move down her cheeks. “Master, please... please.”
“That's enough. Or it will be worse.”
He took four coils of smooth black rope from a box against the wall and made swift work of tying her down to the bed on her back spread-eagled. Then he pulled a blindfold from his pocket and covered her eyes. The room had gone still. Her breaths sounded so loud, panting out of her in this space that seemed smaller and smaller with each passing moment.
She waited, her body going rigid, tensing for the whip, flogger, or riding crop she was sure was about to land between her legs. Instead, she felt... a tongue?
“Come closer,” he said, his voice obviously addressing the men. She heard chairs scrape over the concrete, footsteps nearing. They were so close to her she could feel them as if their energy were pulsing against hers.
Suddenly a hand stroked over her breast. She pressed herself into the touch, trying to appease him.
“Did I tell you you could touch her yet?” Lindsay snapped. He was at the foot of the bed. So the hand on her breast was someone else.
“Sorry,” the man said, pulling his hand away from her skin as if he'd been burned.
Lindsay resumed his lesson. “You should start by kissing her. Treat the lips of her cunt just as you would the lips of her mouth. Kiss her deeply, slip your tongue inside between them. Nibble lightly.”
And then his mouth was on her... demonstrating. She gasped and arched toward him. What had happened to punishment?
One of the men she now thought she might have to murder, interrupted by asking, “I thought her clit was up higher. I thought that was what I was supposed to focus on.”
Abruptly, Lindsay pulled his mouth away from her.
“No,” she whimpered, her pelvis bucking at the air at the loss of contact.
“Not. Yet.” Lindsay said, irritated. “You have to tease. Let her arousal build. The wetter you get her, the better she'll feel around your cock when you penetrate her. This is as much for your pleasure as it is for hers.”
His delicious, expert mouth went back to kissing between her legs. He ran his tongue languidly over either side of her opening, and then began placing those hard, open mouthed kisses on her pussy, his tongue slipping inside, exploring. He soon had her bucking against him.
“Master, please,” she panted, jerking at the ropes even as she knew they would leave painful marks if she continued this fruitless struggle.
He pulled away and pushed two fingers inside her, slowly fucking her with them. His mouth went to her clit and he began to suckle her there. She felt herself swollen and engorged... so aroused she forgot the men who were no doubt leering down at her.
She felt herself at the very edge of her pleasure. And then he pulled away.
“Please, please please. Don't stop.”
But he didn't resume his ministrations. “Jack, bring me the cane.”
She froze. Even at the mention of the cane, tears gathered and began to sneak out from under the blindfold to wet her face.
A moment later the tip of the cane traced lightly down her inner thigh. She tensed, even as she knew tensing would only make it worse. The cane came down in a sharp rap across the tender flesh it had just skimmed so gently over. Shannon could almost feel the welt blooming out over her skin, raising instantly against the sting of the bamboo.