Chain felt his shaft stir between his legs.
“A demonstration of how well I can please you, you mean?” he murmured, smiling at her. “That shouldn’t be a problem, sweetheart. Not at all.”
“You don’t understand,” Vicky hissed. “That oil stuff I was soaking in relaxes all your inhibitions but it also makes it impossible for me to fake pleasure or an orgasm. So unless you’re really good, we’re not going to pass this test.” Her face pinched with worry and regret. “I’m sorry, Chain—I know this is really unfair to lay on you. And really unfair to ask you to do in the first place, too. I mean you probably don’t want to do all this with someone my age. With—”
“Oh, I want to,” Chain assured her before she could get started denigrating herself because she was older than him—which made absolutely no sense, he thought. “I want to very much, Victoria,” he murmured. “I have wanted to pleasure you—to put my hands and mouth all over your beautiful body—from the moment I first met you.”
“You…you have?” Her cheeks colored in a blush.
“Look at me…” Chain raised her chin with one finger so that she was looking up into his face. “Sweetheart,” he murmured, “There were at least a dozen unattached females in the Last Chance Bar when I walked in—I chose you because you were the most beautiful and interesting-looking. Your face wasn’t just blandly pretty—you had character. And the minute we started talking, I knew I had chosen well. I wanted you—and I still want you.”
“But, well…” She bit her lip. “Do you think you’ll still be able to—you know—do what has to be done? Considering that the oil stuff I was soaking in won’t let me, er, fake it? I, er…” She cleared her throat. “I had to fake it nearly every time with my ex. He just never, uh, really cared about getting me off.”
“I’ve said before he was a fool,” Chain said, frowning. “Pleasuring your partner is the best part of sex—any male who can’t see that doesn’t deserve to have a lovely partner like you in the first place, Victoria.”
“Thank you.” She smiled at him, but there was still anxiety in her big green eyes. “So…you’re sure it won’t be a problem?”
Chain gave her a slow smile, feeling his shaft twitch again with anticipation.
“No problem at all,” he assured her. “Look, just tell me what you want,” he went on, when she looked at him uncertainly. “Direct me—tell me exactly what to do and how to do it. ‘Teach’ me.”
The very thought of her teaching him like that made his shaft so hard he thought it might burst through the magno-tabs that held his leathers together. Gods, he loved it when a woman directed him in bed and told him the best way to please her!
“You want me to…to say out loud what I want you to do?” Vicky looked uncertain about this.
Chain nodded firmly. “That makes it more like a lesson, don’t you think? How else can you show off your teaching technique?”
“Well…” She nibbled her lush lower lip in a way that made Chain want to kiss her—or maybe suck her nipples some more. “I guess so,” she said at last. “Though this is going to be the strangest observation I’ve ever had.”
“You’ll do fine—we both will,” Chain assured her. “Now come on—I think they’re expecting us.”
He nodded towards the front of the room where Professors Lornah and Torella were waiting expectantly.
“I guess so.” Vicky nodded at the other two women. “It’s time to face the music.”
“I’m not certain what that expression means,” Chain murmured. “But if the meaning is that I’ll be allowed to touch you all over your sweet body and taste you between your legs, then I agree—let’s go face the music.”
“Chain!” she murmured, swatting him lightly on the arm. “You’re incorrigible!”
“No…” He smiled at her. “Just hungry…hungry for you, sweetheart.”
Chapter Twenty-seven
Vicky couldn’t believe they were doing this. She felt like she was moving in a dream as she and Chain walked up to the front of the room where the other three students were beginning to move the massage tables out of the way.
“Wait,” she told them, putting her hand on one of the movable tables.
Torella frowned. “Don’t you want them to move those so they can bring a proper sex platform instead for you and your student to demonstrate?”
Sex platform? God!
Somehow Vicky kept a straight face.
“Not now. We’re going to need the massage table because…because my technique starts with a massage,” she said quickly.
“That’s absolutely true,” Chain said with a perfectly straight face. “Running your hands all over her beautiful body is the best way to get a female warmed up and ready for pleasure.”
“Well, I do enjoy a good pleasure massage from time to time,” Torella said thoughtfully. “All right. The massage platform stays,” she said to her students. “Tell me—what else do you need for your technique?” she asked, addressing both Vicky and Chain.
“Sometimes my Lady likes me to use toys on her,” Chain answered before Vicky could even open her mouth. “But for demonstrating the purity, simplicity, and utter genius of the pleasure techniques she has taught me, all I really need are my hands and my mouth.”
Torella and Lornah seemed to approve of this answer. They looked at each other and nodded.
“Good—you would not have been allowed any vibrating instruments,” Lornah said. “Those are easy to
