AB FF: The First Private Lesson in the Dungeon
TITLE: The First Private Lesson in the Dungeon
RATING: en.sea.xvii
PAIRINGS: Asher/Nathaniel, Anita/Jean-Claude
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone.
SPOILERS: Danse Macabre, The Harlequin... I think.
SUMMARY/NOTES: Written initially for the PDS Drabble Challenge. // Nathaniel finally gets what he needs, and Anita begins to learn about dominance and submission.
Chapter One: Lesson Planning
Nathaniel fidgeted. A week ago, if someone told him he would be sitting in Anita's---no, their---kitchen with Asher and Jean-Claude, rationally discussing what they were discussing, he would have never believed them.
"I believe we should start small," Jean-Claude said after conversing with the other vampire in French. He turned to Nathaniel. "What do you think she would agree to learn, mon chaton?"
"I... um... small and slow would probably be good for her."
"And for you?"
Asher smirked. He didn't say anything, but his booted foot slowly slid along the lilac-eyed man's bare legs.
Chapter Two: Waiting in the Principal's Office
"So... are you gonna pace the room the entire time, luv? Because if you are, could you change your pattern or something?"
Nathaniel huffed nervously and glanced at Byron. The vampire looked at ease with their situation; if he was anxious, the wereleopard couldn't tell.
"I'm afraid they're not gonna show," Nathaniel admitted in a whisper.
Byron tugged Nathaniel down in the chair next to his. "She promised, mate," he said. "And if she freaks out... you've still got Asher."
Nathaniel nodded and shivered as he exhaled. Byron was right. He would get his punishment, finally, after so much time.
Chapter Three: Enrollment, part 1
It was hard to believe Anita was the student. She looked so much the part that Nathaniel fought against the urge to drop into his most submissive of head-spaces. She matched Jean-Claude and Asher, in different shades of leather silk.
"Nathaniel, are you okay?"
He nodded. Byron laughed.
"I'm fine," he croaked. "I... wow."
"Do not submit just yet, mon chaton," Asher advised. "We need to settle upon terms."
"Oh."
He remembered the vampire's words a few days prior to their meeting: Fight for what you want most off all.
Nathaniel summoned his courage and did just that.
Chapter Four: Enrollment, part 2
"Why is Byron here?" Anita asked.
"Ma chérie," Asher replied, while petting Nathaniel's head of braided hair, "we thought you would prefer to learn by example, so we offer choice."
Anita frowned. "Choice? You didn't mention choice."
"Perhaps it is more like 'show and tell,'" Jean-Claude suggested.
"Huh?"
Asher reached out and squeezed her hand. "I could demonstrate on Byron, you could reciprocate on Nathaniel," he suggested. "Or, Jean-Claude could demonstrate on you... then, when it is over, we could take care of Nathaniel together."
Anita's brow furrowed and her lips twitched. Nathaniel didn't know what she'd decide.
Chapter Five: Enrollment, part 3
Five was too much of a crowd for Anita. In a way, Nathaniel was disappointed. He thought watching Asher demonstrate with Byron would've been nice foreplay---or torture. But, in another way, he was glad that it was just the four of them.
He was surprised that she agreed to submitting to Jean-Claude. She usually resisted him most of all of her lovers.
It didn't take long to agree to terms: no humiliation, no fire-play, no silver, and no 'fancy' toy play; only hands, mouths, bodies, and the more commonplace of implements.
Nathaniel prayed Anita would enjoy it.
Chapter Six: The Anthem and Announcements
"It is about atonement," Jean-Claude told Anita, "it is about blurring that line between pain and pleasure. Sometimes there are crueler reasons behind it, ma petite, but those will not exist here among us."
Nathaniel watched her nod before glancing nervously at Asher through his lashes.
"It is about serving needs," the blond vampire said. "The dominant serves the submissive by giving him or her what is needed. The submissive serves the dominant by following orders. But, in our case---in many cases---the submissive is the one with the power because of the safe word."
Anita nodded again.
Chapter Seven: Role-call
"We will be your masters, ma petite, and we will all be your kitten's masters."
Anita blinked. "Isn't that like too many cooks in the kitchen?"
Jean-Claude smiled. "Non. Mon chardonneret will be mainly concerned with giving Nathaniel... attention, but if he wishes you to participate, he will tell you to do so. I will be in charge of you tonight, ma petite. But, I will call you ma fille so we do not confuse ourselves later. You will call me 'sir.'"
Asher looked to Nathaniel. His head was already bowed. When Asher touched him, he hoarsely whispered, "Master."
Chapter Eight: Homeroom
He whimpered when he saw the collar. The jewels didn't matter; the leather and secure buckle were all that he saw.
"What the---"
"Anita, please," Nathaniel begged, "please don't stop this."
She sighed. Asher took that as permission to continue. He ordered Nathaniel to undress before donning the collar that would signify his ownership to the blond vampire.
"This is all you need to wear, mon esclave," Asher said.
Jean-Claude held a similarly-jeweled collar for Anita.
"I prefer you dressed at this moment, ma fille," he murmured after kissing her shoulder and fastening the collar to her neck.
Chapter Nine: First Period
Nathaniel watched as Asher and Jean-Claude moved deliberately around the room. He had never had a dominant so skilled...
...now, it seemed that he had two---two that were training another, so he would have three.
Jean-Claude unfastened his cufflinks and rolled up his sleeves. Asher pulled back his hair. They worked together to select implements that they would need for the evening and they carefully placed them on a velvet bench in front of the kneeling switch and submissive.
"The beginning is just as important as anything else, ma fille. Its rhythm allows us all to prepare."
Chapter Ten: Second Period
The collar's weight was perfect---but not as perfect as the way Asher's voice lulled him into that place in his mind he rarely visited anymore.
"You would be a fighter, ma fille," Jean-Claude said, his words barely reaching Nathaniel's ears as he fully assumed the role of submissive. "I do not mind if you do not succumb so easily. But, trust me to know what you need. He trusts you to give him what he needs."
"I do trust you."
"Not implicitly."
"I do!"
"You do, what?"
"Fine." Anita sighed. "I do... trust you, sir."
"Bon, ma fille."
Chapter Eleven: Third Period
"You see, ma fille, it is as much about theatrics and anticipation as it is about the acts themselves. Watch them."
Nathaniel sucked in a breath when Asher's fingers trailed over the restraints that were on the table. When he fingered a pair of cuffs with silver attachments, his eyes widened and he warmed in excitement.
He didn't know Jean-Claude was doing the same thing until he asked Anita a question.
"How did you feel when you saw me holding these, ma fille?"
"Nervous, sir."
"But, when I put them down?"
"Relieved," she replied. Then, she added, "Sir."
"Exactement."
Chapter Twelve: Fourth Period
Asher pulled Nathaniel to his feet and to a St. Andrew's Cross. Anita protested the way in which the wereleopard was being manhandled; Jean-Claude silenced her and ordered her to join him on the divan.
Her waist was over his lap and her head was on a pillow but she wasn't there for spanking.
Instead, she was there to watch and learn.
Jean-Claude gave quiet commentary. Nathaniel was strapped into the rack; his mouth was filled with a ball that seemed almost too big for the space.
A sharp tug to his braid followed. The games had begun.
Chapter Thirteen: Fifth Period
He knew, fundamentally, that he was safe.
But, he also knew what he saw and heard.
The knife in Asher's hand held only a little silver in the way of its content, but Nathaniel knew it was sharp. He couldn't wait to feel it tracing lines on his skin... perhaps slicing into that same skin to release some blood to be licked away.
Anita protested but Jean-Claude reacted. He grabbed Anita's own thick braid and hauled her to her feet before anyone else knew what was happening.
"It is time for your education to being, as well, ma fille."
Chapter Fourteen: Lunch
Asher's tongue lapped at the shallow cuts on his abdomen and chest. Nathaniel whimpered through the ball-gag. He tried to wriggle but the restraints held him firmly in place.
"Mon esclave, you are very delicious," Asher purred, his eyes nearly glowing. "Do you object if I taste you from your veins?"
Nathaniel frantically shook his head. He wanted the feeding and Asher's closeness so badly---with or without release, although his body was begging for the former option.
A second before Asher's fangs could pierce his thigh, the vampire said, "You are not allowed release... not yet."
Nathaniel whined.
Chapter Fifteen: Sixth Period
Anita had been undressed and forced to straddle a padded bench. Jean-Claude had handcuffed her. He did not gag her because he wanted to keep kissing her at intervals.
Her seduction into their activities was effective. Nathaniel hadn't had a master that was concerned with pleasure as well as pain, but both Asher and Jean-Claude were. It worked on Anita rather well---since she had always enjoyed a little pain with her pleasure.
Jean-Claude held ropes while Asher held clamps. As Anita's breasts were tied, Nathaniel's nipples were clipped.
Both submissives whimpered and wriggled. Both vampires smiled.
Chapter Sixteen: Seventh Period, part 1
"How badly do you want it, ma fille?"
"Sir?"
Nathaniel opened his eyes to watch the other pair in the room. Jean-Claude stroked Anita from behind. He repeated his question.
Anita whimpered.
Her face flushed.
"Please," she whispered, sounding ragged.
Hours ago she hadn't sounded like that. She had gone from being a reluctant student to an apt pupil in a matter of hours.
Asher didn't relinquish his multi-tailed whip; Jean-Claude put his paddle down and squeezed her reddened cheeks. She moaned and pressed back into him as much as she could, since she was still restrained.
Chapter Seventeen: Seventh Period, part 2
The bench was positioned so Anita could look at Nathaniel and Asher. Jean-Claude had insisted that she watch them, even after he had peeled his pants away and slowly entered her body.
He kept one hand firmly positioned in her hair, gripping the braid tightly. With each thrust, she whimpered---but she obeyed and kept her gaze upon the men in front of her.
Asher wasn't screwing Nathaniel. He resumed flogging his back, while working a toy in and out of his ass. The wereleopard was denied climax but it didn't matter.
He was finally getting what he wanted.
Chapter Eighteen: Eighth Period, part 1
Anita's physical and emotional releases had passed and she was curled up in Jean-Claude's lap, cradled in his arms and against his chest. The ropes that had restricted her breasts were coiled and hanging; a soft lotion had been rubbed into her abused flesh.
"Oh, ma fille, you have pleased me tonight," he whispered before crooning to her in French. He also rewarded her with kisses, some to her lips but others to her forehead and cheeks.
She whimpered and nuzzled him in reply. To Nathaniel, she seemed to be too far gone to say or do anything else.
Chapter Nineteen: Eighth Period, part 2
Nathaniel knew everyone was watching him. He knew he was very exposed but he didn't care because he also knew that his release was next and he had wanted that so much for so long.
The nipple clamps had been tightened.
The multi-tailed whip had been replaced by a whip that had only one tail. It was long and looped in circles around Asher's hand as the vampire strode towards him.
"Twenty, mon esclave," the blond said. "And you may not climax until after fifteen."
"Yes, Master."
He managed to hold out until the nineteenth before stiffening and sobbing.
Chapter Twenty: The Final Bell
Over Nathaniel's purring, Asher said to Anita, "He is unharmed and content."
"I didn't know... I didn't know it could feel... so... so... y'know?"
"Freeing... safe... exciting... awesome," Nathaniel whispered.
He opened his eyes long enough to see Anita nod and both vampires reward her with kisses to her cheeks.
He was lying across Asher's lap, his head pillowed on Anita's legs as she rested on Jean-Claude's lap. They were close and content and Nathaniel prayed no emergency caused anyone to leave until the scene was officially over.
"It is just as exciting to be 'on top,'" Asher promised.
Chapter Twenty-One: Going Home
"Have you learned the lesson, ma petite?"
They were no longer submissives, switches, and dominants in the dungeon. They were themselves, sitting in Jean-Claude's bed, talking about the experience and making plans for another.
"I thought it was about abuse. I... you were... convincing."
Jean-Claude chuckled. "Merci, ma petite, but not all dominants are as well-versed in seduction as we are."
"But..."
"We will never become too sadistic for your tastes," he promised her. "We both enjoy pleasure to cross too many lines."
Asher smiled. "And you will learn to tread those lines, as well, ma chérie."
Chapter Twenty-Two: Homework, part 1
Anita was already in the shower, but Nathaniel needed to know what their next lessons would entail.
"What would you wish for, mon chaton?" Asher inquired.
"Anything," he breathed as his face flushed.
"I was thinking about acquiring a cane or two, for you," he replied while brushing his fingers through Nathaniel's long hair. "I would love to see you suspended, helpless... swaying under my hand." He tilted his head and added, "Or do you prefer more technical sorts of torture? I have seen those wands in action---"
"Violet wands?" Nathaniel asked, his breath hitching in his throat.
Asher nodded.
Chapter Twenty-Three: Homework, part 2
With a nip to the wereleopard's throat, Asher said, "I have already taken purchase of a special rack you will enjoy."
Nathaniel shuddered. Jean-Claude chuckled, gathering Anita into his arms.
"What sort of rack?"
"It is not for you, ma chérie, so do not worry," Asher told the necromancer. "But, it would put notre chaton in quite a predicament."
"Oh, god," Nathaniel purred.
"We will save that for next time," Asher promised. "I cannot wait to see if you will enjoy it."
Nathaniel already knew he would enjoy it. He couldn't wait for their next lesson in the dungeon.
The End!
RATING: en.sea.xvii
PAIRINGS: Asher/Nathaniel, Anita/Jean-Claude
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone.
SPOILERS: Danse Macabre, The Harlequin... I think.
SUMMARY/NOTES: Written initially for the PDS Drabble Challenge. // Nathaniel finally gets what he needs, and Anita begins to learn about dominance and submission.
Chapter One: Lesson Planning
Nathaniel fidgeted. A week ago, if someone told him he would be sitting in Anita's---no, their---kitchen with Asher and Jean-Claude, rationally discussing what they were discussing, he would have never believed them.
"I believe we should start small," Jean-Claude said after conversing with the other vampire in French. He turned to Nathaniel. "What do you think she would agree to learn, mon chaton?"
"I... um... small and slow would probably be good for her."
"And for you?"
Asher smirked. He didn't say anything, but his booted foot slowly slid along the lilac-eyed man's bare legs.
Chapter Two: Waiting in the Principal's Office
"So... are you gonna pace the room the entire time, luv? Because if you are, could you change your pattern or something?"
Nathaniel huffed nervously and glanced at Byron. The vampire looked at ease with their situation; if he was anxious, the wereleopard couldn't tell.
"I'm afraid they're not gonna show," Nathaniel admitted in a whisper.
Byron tugged Nathaniel down in the chair next to his. "She promised, mate," he said. "And if she freaks out... you've still got Asher."
Nathaniel nodded and shivered as he exhaled. Byron was right. He would get his punishment, finally, after so much time.
Chapter Three: Enrollment, part 1
It was hard to believe Anita was the student. She looked so much the part that Nathaniel fought against the urge to drop into his most submissive of head-spaces. She matched Jean-Claude and Asher, in different shades of leather silk.
"Nathaniel, are you okay?"
He nodded. Byron laughed.
"I'm fine," he croaked. "I... wow."
"Do not submit just yet, mon chaton," Asher advised. "We need to settle upon terms."
"Oh."
He remembered the vampire's words a few days prior to their meeting: Fight for what you want most off all.
Nathaniel summoned his courage and did just that.
Chapter Four: Enrollment, part 2
"Why is Byron here?" Anita asked.
"Ma chérie," Asher replied, while petting Nathaniel's head of braided hair, "we thought you would prefer to learn by example, so we offer choice."
Anita frowned. "Choice? You didn't mention choice."
"Perhaps it is more like 'show and tell,'" Jean-Claude suggested.
"Huh?"
Asher reached out and squeezed her hand. "I could demonstrate on Byron, you could reciprocate on Nathaniel," he suggested. "Or, Jean-Claude could demonstrate on you... then, when it is over, we could take care of Nathaniel together."
Anita's brow furrowed and her lips twitched. Nathaniel didn't know what she'd decide.
Chapter Five: Enrollment, part 3
Five was too much of a crowd for Anita. In a way, Nathaniel was disappointed. He thought watching Asher demonstrate with Byron would've been nice foreplay---or torture. But, in another way, he was glad that it was just the four of them.
He was surprised that she agreed to submitting to Jean-Claude. She usually resisted him most of all of her lovers.
It didn't take long to agree to terms: no humiliation, no fire-play, no silver, and no 'fancy' toy play; only hands, mouths, bodies, and the more commonplace of implements.
Nathaniel prayed Anita would enjoy it.
Chapter Six: The Anthem and Announcements
"It is about atonement," Jean-Claude told Anita, "it is about blurring that line between pain and pleasure. Sometimes there are crueler reasons behind it, ma petite, but those will not exist here among us."
Nathaniel watched her nod before glancing nervously at Asher through his lashes.
"It is about serving needs," the blond vampire said. "The dominant serves the submissive by giving him or her what is needed. The submissive serves the dominant by following orders. But, in our case---in many cases---the submissive is the one with the power because of the safe word."
Anita nodded again.
Chapter Seven: Role-call
"We will be your masters, ma petite, and we will all be your kitten's masters."
Anita blinked. "Isn't that like too many cooks in the kitchen?"
Jean-Claude smiled. "Non. Mon chardonneret will be mainly concerned with giving Nathaniel... attention, but if he wishes you to participate, he will tell you to do so. I will be in charge of you tonight, ma petite. But, I will call you ma fille so we do not confuse ourselves later. You will call me 'sir.'"
Asher looked to Nathaniel. His head was already bowed. When Asher touched him, he hoarsely whispered, "Master."
Chapter Eight: Homeroom
He whimpered when he saw the collar. The jewels didn't matter; the leather and secure buckle were all that he saw.
"What the---"
"Anita, please," Nathaniel begged, "please don't stop this."
She sighed. Asher took that as permission to continue. He ordered Nathaniel to undress before donning the collar that would signify his ownership to the blond vampire.
"This is all you need to wear, mon esclave," Asher said.
Jean-Claude held a similarly-jeweled collar for Anita.
"I prefer you dressed at this moment, ma fille," he murmured after kissing her shoulder and fastening the collar to her neck.
Chapter Nine: First Period
Nathaniel watched as Asher and Jean-Claude moved deliberately around the room. He had never had a dominant so skilled...
...now, it seemed that he had two---two that were training another, so he would have three.
Jean-Claude unfastened his cufflinks and rolled up his sleeves. Asher pulled back his hair. They worked together to select implements that they would need for the evening and they carefully placed them on a velvet bench in front of the kneeling switch and submissive.
"The beginning is just as important as anything else, ma fille. Its rhythm allows us all to prepare."
Chapter Ten: Second Period
The collar's weight was perfect---but not as perfect as the way Asher's voice lulled him into that place in his mind he rarely visited anymore.
"You would be a fighter, ma fille," Jean-Claude said, his words barely reaching Nathaniel's ears as he fully assumed the role of submissive. "I do not mind if you do not succumb so easily. But, trust me to know what you need. He trusts you to give him what he needs."
"I do trust you."
"Not implicitly."
"I do!"
"You do, what?"
"Fine." Anita sighed. "I do... trust you, sir."
"Bon, ma fille."
Chapter Eleven: Third Period
"You see, ma fille, it is as much about theatrics and anticipation as it is about the acts themselves. Watch them."
Nathaniel sucked in a breath when Asher's fingers trailed over the restraints that were on the table. When he fingered a pair of cuffs with silver attachments, his eyes widened and he warmed in excitement.
He didn't know Jean-Claude was doing the same thing until he asked Anita a question.
"How did you feel when you saw me holding these, ma fille?"
"Nervous, sir."
"But, when I put them down?"
"Relieved," she replied. Then, she added, "Sir."
"Exactement."
Chapter Twelve: Fourth Period
Asher pulled Nathaniel to his feet and to a St. Andrew's Cross. Anita protested the way in which the wereleopard was being manhandled; Jean-Claude silenced her and ordered her to join him on the divan.
Her waist was over his lap and her head was on a pillow but she wasn't there for spanking.
Instead, she was there to watch and learn.
Jean-Claude gave quiet commentary. Nathaniel was strapped into the rack; his mouth was filled with a ball that seemed almost too big for the space.
A sharp tug to his braid followed. The games had begun.
Chapter Thirteen: Fifth Period
He knew, fundamentally, that he was safe.
But, he also knew what he saw and heard.
The knife in Asher's hand held only a little silver in the way of its content, but Nathaniel knew it was sharp. He couldn't wait to feel it tracing lines on his skin... perhaps slicing into that same skin to release some blood to be licked away.
Anita protested but Jean-Claude reacted. He grabbed Anita's own thick braid and hauled her to her feet before anyone else knew what was happening.
"It is time for your education to being, as well, ma fille."
Chapter Fourteen: Lunch
Asher's tongue lapped at the shallow cuts on his abdomen and chest. Nathaniel whimpered through the ball-gag. He tried to wriggle but the restraints held him firmly in place.
"Mon esclave, you are very delicious," Asher purred, his eyes nearly glowing. "Do you object if I taste you from your veins?"
Nathaniel frantically shook his head. He wanted the feeding and Asher's closeness so badly---with or without release, although his body was begging for the former option.
A second before Asher's fangs could pierce his thigh, the vampire said, "You are not allowed release... not yet."
Nathaniel whined.
Chapter Fifteen: Sixth Period
Anita had been undressed and forced to straddle a padded bench. Jean-Claude had handcuffed her. He did not gag her because he wanted to keep kissing her at intervals.
Her seduction into their activities was effective. Nathaniel hadn't had a master that was concerned with pleasure as well as pain, but both Asher and Jean-Claude were. It worked on Anita rather well---since she had always enjoyed a little pain with her pleasure.
Jean-Claude held ropes while Asher held clamps. As Anita's breasts were tied, Nathaniel's nipples were clipped.
Both submissives whimpered and wriggled. Both vampires smiled.
Chapter Sixteen: Seventh Period, part 1
"How badly do you want it, ma fille?"
"Sir?"
Nathaniel opened his eyes to watch the other pair in the room. Jean-Claude stroked Anita from behind. He repeated his question.
Anita whimpered.
Her face flushed.
"Please," she whispered, sounding ragged.
Hours ago she hadn't sounded like that. She had gone from being a reluctant student to an apt pupil in a matter of hours.
Asher didn't relinquish his multi-tailed whip; Jean-Claude put his paddle down and squeezed her reddened cheeks. She moaned and pressed back into him as much as she could, since she was still restrained.
Chapter Seventeen: Seventh Period, part 2
The bench was positioned so Anita could look at Nathaniel and Asher. Jean-Claude had insisted that she watch them, even after he had peeled his pants away and slowly entered her body.
He kept one hand firmly positioned in her hair, gripping the braid tightly. With each thrust, she whimpered---but she obeyed and kept her gaze upon the men in front of her.
Asher wasn't screwing Nathaniel. He resumed flogging his back, while working a toy in and out of his ass. The wereleopard was denied climax but it didn't matter.
He was finally getting what he wanted.
Chapter Eighteen: Eighth Period, part 1
Anita's physical and emotional releases had passed and she was curled up in Jean-Claude's lap, cradled in his arms and against his chest. The ropes that had restricted her breasts were coiled and hanging; a soft lotion had been rubbed into her abused flesh.
"Oh, ma fille, you have pleased me tonight," he whispered before crooning to her in French. He also rewarded her with kisses, some to her lips but others to her forehead and cheeks.
She whimpered and nuzzled him in reply. To Nathaniel, she seemed to be too far gone to say or do anything else.
Chapter Nineteen: Eighth Period, part 2
Nathaniel knew everyone was watching him. He knew he was very exposed but he didn't care because he also knew that his release was next and he had wanted that so much for so long.
The nipple clamps had been tightened.
The multi-tailed whip had been replaced by a whip that had only one tail. It was long and looped in circles around Asher's hand as the vampire strode towards him.
"Twenty, mon esclave," the blond said. "And you may not climax until after fifteen."
"Yes, Master."
He managed to hold out until the nineteenth before stiffening and sobbing.
Chapter Twenty: The Final Bell
Over Nathaniel's purring, Asher said to Anita, "He is unharmed and content."
"I didn't know... I didn't know it could feel... so... so... y'know?"
"Freeing... safe... exciting... awesome," Nathaniel whispered.
He opened his eyes long enough to see Anita nod and both vampires reward her with kisses to her cheeks.
He was lying across Asher's lap, his head pillowed on Anita's legs as she rested on Jean-Claude's lap. They were close and content and Nathaniel prayed no emergency caused anyone to leave until the scene was officially over.
"It is just as exciting to be 'on top,'" Asher promised.
Chapter Twenty-One: Going Home
"Have you learned the lesson, ma petite?"
They were no longer submissives, switches, and dominants in the dungeon. They were themselves, sitting in Jean-Claude's bed, talking about the experience and making plans for another.
"I thought it was about abuse. I... you were... convincing."
Jean-Claude chuckled. "Merci, ma petite, but not all dominants are as well-versed in seduction as we are."
"But..."
"We will never become too sadistic for your tastes," he promised her. "We both enjoy pleasure to cross too many lines."
Asher smiled. "And you will learn to tread those lines, as well, ma chérie."
Chapter Twenty-Two: Homework, part 1
Anita was already in the shower, but Nathaniel needed to know what their next lessons would entail.
"What would you wish for, mon chaton?" Asher inquired.
"Anything," he breathed as his face flushed.
"I was thinking about acquiring a cane or two, for you," he replied while brushing his fingers through Nathaniel's long hair. "I would love to see you suspended, helpless... swaying under my hand." He tilted his head and added, "Or do you prefer more technical sorts of torture? I have seen those wands in action---"
"Violet wands?" Nathaniel asked, his breath hitching in his throat.
Asher nodded.
Chapter Twenty-Three: Homework, part 2
With a nip to the wereleopard's throat, Asher said, "I have already taken purchase of a special rack you will enjoy."
Nathaniel shuddered. Jean-Claude chuckled, gathering Anita into his arms.
"What sort of rack?"
"It is not for you, ma chérie, so do not worry," Asher told the necromancer. "But, it would put notre chaton in quite a predicament."
"Oh, god," Nathaniel purred.
"We will save that for next time," Asher promised. "I cannot wait to see if you will enjoy it."
Nathaniel already knew he would enjoy it. He couldn't wait for their next lesson in the dungeon.
The End!