Free The Theory of Attraction by Delphine Dryden Page A

things I didn’t. They were things I wanted to know. If this was what I had to do to learn them, I’d do it.
    With my ass in the air and everything exposed, the cold bit more harshly against my very wet pussy, and I felt a tiny flicker of embarrassment about what that must look like. But it was tiny and fleeting. I got the impression he’d seen that sort of thing, and much more. I doubted I could do or say anything to shock this stranger I’d known for two years without really knowing him at all.
    Ivan, calm as ever, continued his lesson. “This position is what I want to see when I say, ‘Present.’ You’re presenting your anus and vagina. For inspection, for penetration, discipline, play. Whatever I choose. Are you still following me?”
    Oh, and there went my comfort level again. But with the ghost of panic came a fresh wave of arousal, made all the more keen by the knowledge that I couldn’t hide it from Ivan.
    “Yes, Professor,” I moaned. I was more turned on at that moment than I could remember ever being, during four years of being a live-in girlfriend. The actual sex, assuming we ever got there, might give me a heart attack.
    “Do you know anything about BDSM, Camilla?”
    “No. Is that what this is? Professor,” I added hastily. Up until this evening I’d felt pretty sophisticated for knowing what the letters in BDSM stood for. Most of them, anyway. None of the initials stood for anything like this, that I knew of. Ivan ignored my question and continued the sexy lecture.
    “In BDSM terms, I’m what’s called a Dominant. A Dominant plays with a partner called a submissive, and they engage in what’s called a power exchange. The submissive grants power to the Dominant to do whatever he chooses, within boundaries they agree on. In return, the submissive gets freedom from having to make decisions, and usually also pleasure or other intangibles they can’t get on their own. But ultimately the submissive has the real power, because the submissive can safeword to stop the proceedings.”
    “Like a veto.”
    “Exactly. Everything that’s done to the sub happens with the sub’s consent.”
    “Can…can I sit up while we talk about this?”
    “No, I don’t believe that’s necessary.” He put his hand on my back again, petting my spine from nape to tailbone and back again in long, soothing strokes. “I like you this way. At my mercy.” After a few more strokes, he continued the motion over one buttock and down to my damp, needy sex. I couldn’t hold back a whimper when he slid a finger inside me and began to tease in and out. “You like it too. You’re so wet right now. So ready. Do you always get this lubricated so easily?”
    “No,” I admitted. He pulled his hand back and brought it down on my ass with a smack that sounded loud as a gunshot in the empty room. I yelped and raised my head, staring back at him in shock.
    “No, Professor, ” he reminded me. Calm. No expression. Watching. Waiting to see what I would do. The sting was already fading on my butt, leaving only a spreading warmth in its place.
    I considered getting up right then, pulling my clothes on and demanding a ride home. But if I said “red,” I firmly believed he would stop and never make another move on his own. In the end I lowered my head back into place, let my shoulders settle, and let out a deep breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding, before whispering, “No, Professor.”
    “Good girl.” And the finger was instantly teasing again, slipping between my folds and down to make a hot, slow circle around my clitoris. I groaned and arched my back a little more, but he withdrew again.
    “Let’s see, that’s three lessons for you so far. And I’ve had what, four? Five? I think maybe we need to keep it even. If you want to continue this. Do you want to continue this, Cami?”
    He was walking around as he talked, and I could hear clothing rustling in the background. Was he taking his clothes off?
    “Yes,