Free Learning to Yield (Power Exchange Academy - Submissive Center/Master's School) by Madelene Martin

- and everyone else too. Were the other subs watching her with as much pleasure as she had watched them? What about... what about Mr. Morgan?
    The thought of him seeing her in this position was mortifying, yet satisfying in some strange way. Was he turned on, watching her? Was he looking at her as closely as Master Phillip was, perhaps wondering what he would do if he was in Phillip's place?
    The dom's first touch at the base of her tailbone made her jump.
    "Keep still." He scolded, swatting her on the ass just hard enough to sting.
    His warm fingers traced down along the cleft between her cheeks. He brushed over the tight pucker there, causing her to tense - and he chuckled at her. Then he took his hand away, reached underneath her.
    As he ran his fingers along her slit, she shivered. She could feel how slick she was, almost dripping.
    "Oh, you're really enjoying this, aren't you?" He said.
    "Y... yes, Master." She whispered, having trouble forming words.
    "In fact, I think the whole room can see what a slut you are."
    His words her like a slap in the face. She'd never much liked that term. She couldn't deny that right here, right now though, it sent a funny thrill through her. That only added to her shame. Luckily, it seemed like something she didn't have to answer, so she was silent.
    Phillip explored her with his fingers, taking his time. He spread her open, looking closely. He pulled on her swollen outer lips and pinched her clit, making her bite her lip and moan aloud.
    After he had explored every inch of her mound and her lips, he delved a finger inside her, slipping easily into her wetness.
    She groaned again, clenching around him. It felt so good.
    Master Phillip hummed in appreciation. He withdrew his fingers, and Ashley whimpered, willing him to put them back. She wanted - needed - for him to keep touching her.
    She squirmed, shifting in her awkward, spread position, waiting. She suddenly heard moist sounds and recognized that he must be licking his fingers.
    "You taste delightful." He told her. Then he pressed up against her, leaning over her so that he could bring his fingers to her face. "Taste." He demanded.
    It brought back memories of the one other time she had been made to do this. She had found it intensely erotic then, and it still was.
    Ashley opened her mouth and he quickly pushed his fingers in. She obediently licked them, cleaning them of her own juices as he looked down at her.
    His erection pressed against her hip, a hot, hard bulge. The thought of her affect on him - the enjoyment he got out of dominating her - only added to her torment.
    She moaned around his fingers, absently tonguing them. Suddenly, she felt his free hand stroke her ass.
    He moved it back down to her aching pussy. His fingers - two of them - entered her,  even as she still licked his other hand.
    Ashley  moaned, and he took the fingers from her mouth, grabbed her by the jaw and held her there.
    "You like this, don't you?"
    "Yes Master," she answered fervently.
    His fingers pushed deeper inside her, withdrew, roughly stroked her clit for a moment. She whined, her pleasure building. She didn't know how much longer she could stand it, but even if she were able to form the words to express this, suspected it would only encourage him to tease her more.
    "What are you?"
    She paused, mouth open, for a moment as she processed the question. The hand around her jaw squeezed just a little harder, urging her on. He roughly pumped his fingers inside her, stroking her inner walls.
    "I'm a slut." She answered, squeezing her eyes closed.
    "Look at me when you say it."
    Ashley furrowed her brow, angry and ashamed that he could do this to her - but she opened her eyes.
    He was bending over her, his handsome face just visible. His fingers skillfully toyed with her, making it hard to concentrate. She was panting. Out of breath. Her legs shook, and she tried desperately to hold back the climax she knew was coming.
    "I'm a slut." She repeated while