Free Training the Warrior by Jaylee Davis Page B

his entire attention to the one wearing the
black mask. He tracked her every movement. It dawned on Lydia that he was
anxious. He wanted to please her, and he seemed determined to react to her each
and every command without hesitation. She stopped in front of him.
    The teacher wearing the white mask said, “You’ve
done what I asked, Pagan. That’s good. I’m very pleased. Is there something you’d
like to ask the pleasure giver?”
    “Yes, teacher,” Pagan answered without any
hesitation.
    “Then you may ask her now.”
    “My need is great, teacher. Will you soothe
me?” Pagan responded with the correct phrase as expected.
    “I’ll teach you how to soothe yourself,
Pagan.”
    Her answer seemed to shock him. He tilted
his head to the side, silently questioning her.
    “Stand up. We’ll exchange places,” the teacher
told him.
    Pagan stood at once and obeyed. The teacher
took the warrior’s place at the foot of the bed. Before sitting, she removed
her robe and let it fall to the floor. His nostrils flared. His chest rose and
fell as his breathing quickened.
    “Remove your covering,” the pleasure giver
ordered, her voice dropped to a sultry tone.
    Lydia detected a slight shiver ran through
Pagan while he did as she’d instructed. He wasn’t chilled, just turned-on. Once
freed from the binding sarong, his lengthy cock sprang out, thick and rock
hard.
    “Hold out your hands.”
    The teacher selected a tall, slender bottle
from a low shelf beside the bed and removed the stopper. She poured a large
amount of lotion onto each of Pagan’s palms.
    “Rub your hands together and then hold your
erection.”
    Pagan rubbed his hands obediently, but his
expression was troubled. He didn’t appear to be altogether happy about his
lesson right now. As he placed his hands around his cock, he jerked. Lydia
suspected this might be the only time the young warrior had ever touched
himself in a sexual way. The handler or the teachers were always present. He
was never alone.
    Curiosity made her ask. “Teacher, has Pagan
never masturbated?”
    The teacher standing beside her answered. “No.
It’s amazing, but the thought doesn’t usually occur to them until about the
forth week. We think it’s because they’re never left alone until then. They’re
teaching Pagan to self-pleasure. Perhaps they hope it’ll help him somehow.”
    Lydia wasn’t sure how masturbation might
keep him from wanting to always go for the doggy-style position. She turned her
attention back to the lesson. The teacher adjusted Pagan’s hands on his
erection, showing him how to stroke himself. Satisfied her pupil was doing the
job properly, she sank back onto the bed.
    “Pagan, watch me.” Pagan’s gaze darted away
from his cock and he stared at her. “Don’t stop pleasuring yourself.”
    His hands moved up and down his shaft once
again. His head tilted back a fraction, but he kept his focus on the teacher.
It was obvious to Lydia that he wouldn’t last very long.
    The teacher relaxed and her knees fell wide
apart, exposing her sex to the warrior’s gaze. She ran her hands up and down
her thighs, teasing him for just a little while before one of her hands wandered
to the top of her mound. Using two fingers, she slid them down and then spread
them apart, opening her pussy wider for him. With her other hand, she touched
her middle finger to her clit and circled the nub slowly, letting him take in
the sight. Her body arched on the bed. Pagan groaned and his hands faltered in
their rhythm.
    “You must not touch her, Pagan,” the Giver
of Pain ordered.
    “Stroke your cock for me. Faster,” the
Giver of Pleasure urged Pagan as she fondled herself, alternately rubbing her
clit and plunging her finger deep into her pussy.
    Pagan did as he was told. He growled amid
heavy panting as he watched the teacher on the bed and he increased his speed,
pumping his cock faster and faster. His body tensed as he neared his release.
    “Yes, warrior, come for me.