Free Teaching Maya by Tara Crescent

mood. “Sorry, I just needed a moment. I’m okay now.”
    He looked at me steadily. His hand came out, fingers softly stroking my jaw. He leaned forward and kissed me. It was the softest kiss, all warmth and reassurance. “Are you sure?”
    I nodded.
    “You know, this will stop anytime you want. Just say no. Or safeword.”
    I nodded again. He looked so concerned; I wanted to reach out and touch him. “I’m okay,” I repeated.
    “ Okay then, Maya.” His voice changed, it was now crisp. “Ready?” With that, he raised the flogger, and expertly brought it down on my thighs.
    Ooh. Wow. It felt like little strands of fire on my skin, but they didn’t burn me, they just warmed me up. An answering fire started kindling within me. I clenched my fists in the cuffs, my toes were curled in the leg restraints. This was wonderful.
    “ More, please,” I begged.
    Ryan smiled at me. “Happy to oblige, kitten.” The flogger came down again, this time on my stomach. My muscles clenched. My nipples ached deliciously in their clamps; the bells chimed as I moved.
    And again, this time on my right hip. And again, left hip.
    His hand rose and fell, leaving flames behind where the flogger touched me. He whipped me steadily, but with care – avoiding my clamped nipples, and staying clear of my pussy. I was pushing myself towards the flogger as best I could; I was burning up, my body begging for release.
    “ Ryan, I can’t,” I begged. I couldn’t take much more of this.
    He must have agreed, because he leaned in towards me, kissed the side of my neck. “Almost there, kitten,” he whispered into my ear. Then, with a quick movement, he removed the clamps from my nipples, and before the blood started rushing back into the nipples, the flogger had delivered four firm strokes on my breasts, and Ryan had dropped on his knees in front of my parted legs, three fingers pushed into my gushing pussy, his mouth on my clitoris, skillfully pulling me on the path of arousal, till my knees began to shake, my hands clenched in their cuffs and my thighs tensed. Then it was all flames and heat and warmth everywhere, as the most glorious release erupted in me, starting at the point where his mouth was meeting my body, and spreading through my body.
    “ Umm, wow,” I said softly, when I could form words again. That had been the most amazing experience of my life. “I think I like your playroom.”
    He laughed as he unbuckled me, and grabbed me to steady me. “Come on, kitten,” he said firmly. “You’re exhausted. Time for bed.”
    He carried me out of the playroom, and down the hall to his bedroom. I felt so vulnerable in his arms, so small and soft and oh-so-breakable. Warning bells were ringing in the back of my head, far away, cautioning me that I wouldn’t find walking away after two weeks easy at all. I shook my head, determined to ignore them. This was not the time to dwell on that.
    He lay me down on the bed; I fell asleep in his arms.

Chapter 9
    The sun was shining through the windows when I woke up the next morning. Ryan wasn’t next to me, but the smell of coffee was wafting through the apartment, and I jumped up, eager to find a bathroom, and to grab some coffee. I was astonished at how rested I felt.
    I was, of course, naked. I looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror in the adjoining bathroom. My body was a little flushed, but there were no obvious marks from last night’s flogging. Nicely done, Mr. Clayborn, I remarked to myself, wryly. Ryan was clearly no stranger to the flogger.
    Ryan had laid a set of towels on the bathroom countertop, along with an unopened toothbrush. Again, nicely done, Mr. Clayborn, I thought. Ryan evidently also knew how to cater to women sharing his bedroom. Well, what did you think, Maya? I scolded myself. He had always been surrounded by women.
    “ Good morning!” Ryan raised his eyebrows at my grouchy look, as I came into the kitchen, wearing one of his t-shirts. “You look grumpy,