Lessons in Seduction

“Have you heard?” Jenny screeches over the phone, “Chris Beckett is back in town!”

“What? Really?” Chris Beckett was my classmate. Someone I’d secretly been in love with throughout most of my high school years. The one who got away. 17 years later, I still get tingly hearing his name.

“Yup. Word has it he’s on an unofficial business trip. I bumped into him at Liberty Station the other night and guess what? He asked about you.”

“Me?”

“Uh-huh. He wanted to know how you were doing. You guys should totally meet up.”

“I don’t know.”

“Look, Mia, how long has it been? Two years? You need to start living, girl. Bedazzle some dick. And Chris? He’s still super hot. Don’t miss out.”

Since the man is only in town for business, I’m on a tight schedule. I can’t flirt, let alone seduce someone. I’ve had one sexual partner, which was my ex-husband.

“I know just the solution,” Jenny says when I tell her about my predicament.

She sends me a link to a website that requires a password to enter.

“Are you sure this’ll work?” I ask, scrolling through the site menu. Hiring a mentor for sex lessons? That is nuts. And this guy doesn’t come cheap. “What if it’s a scam? Or this Mr. X turns out to be a serial killer?”

“Oh, he’s legit. I’m one of his former clients.”

I hear the smile in her answer, and something clicks in my mind. Didn’t she go through a wardrobe change? There was definitely a difference in her personality. She was bolder. Sexier. Much more confident. At the time, I thought it was because she met Josh, now her fiancé. Looks like there was more to it than the new love glow.

Maybe this man could really help me win over Chris.

#

My first session will take place right after we meet in a five-star hotel lounge. I’m currently seated on a bar stool, waiting for Mr. X to show up. My outfit is something I haven’t worn in ages — a black halter dress with a plunging neckline — and I’m starting to feel a little ridiculous. For starters, I still don’t know the guy’s name. Or how he looks.

I order a club soda and am halfway sipping through my glass when a voice, smooth and smoky, says, “You’re early.” The woody scent of his cologne reaches me before I turn toward him.

Our gazes connect and my pulse quickens. What a stunning piece of work. He’s tall, lean yet muscular. Clad in a stylish suit and incredibly handsome, he seems young — maybe in his late 20s or early 30s — though he definitely looks like he knows what he’s doing and is damn good at his job.

“I, uh…” Those piercing blue eyes under the dim lighting make me feel exposed. Vulnerable.

“Mia?”

I nod, realizing I’m at a disadvantage. “And you are…?” Surely, he doesn’t expect me to address him as Mr. X all the time.

He smiles. “Call me Ryan.”

I sip my drink, unsure of what to say to a stranger I hired online to mentor me in the art of seduction. Sounds pretty crazy when put like that.

“Is this a mistake?” he asks, as if reading my mind.

“What?” I reply, panicked.

“A gorgeous woman like you doesn’t need any help attracting a man.”

Despite being aware that he’s probably spoken those words to all his other clients, my cheeks warm and the butterflies multiply in my stomach.

He takes the stool next to me. “I just paid you a compliment, doll. You have nothing to say to me?”

“Thanks?” My voice is barely a squeak.

“That’s a start. Be confident in your own skin. Embrace your beauty. And flaws, if any. If you can appreciate them both, any man would, too.” He signals to the bartender. “Can I get you another drink? Nothing too heavy. Maybe some wine?”

We talk a little more. I try to soak in every word of our conversation, but my mind keeps wandering to other details, such as the curve of his lips, the intoxicating scent of his cologne, those big, strong hands and how they’d feel wrapped around me.

There’s a brief pause, and then, “What’s wrong, Mia?”

“Huh?”

“You seem distracted.”

“Oh. Sorry. I, uhm — ”

“Nervous?”

“A little.”

“Don’t be. Usually, I’d suggest we meet and talk first, but you wanted the express version. If you need more time — ”

“No, I’m fine.” I straighten in my seat. “I’m ready to get down to business actually.”

The sound of his laughter sends a pleasant shiver pulsing through me. “That’s the spirit.”

After paying the bill, Ryan ushers me out to the elevator in the lobby, his hand resting on the small of my back. A woman in the waiting area stares as we walk past her, no doubt ogling my immaculately dressed companion.

The ride to a pre-booked suite on the 21st floor brings on a new sense of adventure and makes me squirm with anticipation.

“What’s the matter, still nervous?” Ryan asks, pulling me closer.

I’m suddenly pinned against the cold steel wall. In the next breath, his mouth is on mine, his tongue teasing the seam of my lips before dipping inside, tasting. He nudges my legs apart with his knee, drawing a moan from me.

My hands automatically wrap around his broad shoulders. I’m feeling up his biceps, clawing at his jacket.

He stops only to raise my arms above my head then grips both my wrists in one hand, leaving his other free to explore. Cupping my butt, he kisses me again, rougher this time.

God, I haven’t been kissed like this in ages. My body responds on its own, writhing against him.

“Are you wet?” He gets his answer when his hand finds my damp panties. “You won’t need these.” One swift rip and the gusset of my brand new underwear is torn, the sound unleashing the need and desire in me. His fingers slip through my slick folds. As they sink deeper, I rock my hips against his touch, increasing the pressure on my clit. It’s been too damn long.

When the car glides to a halt, he pulls away, leaving me breathless and needy. I can only stare as he licks his fingers clean.

“Mmm. You’re delicious.”

I’m blushing like an idiot.

He offers me a smile, placing that same hand on the small of my back to usher me out of the elevator.

My first lesson is about to begin, and I have a feeling I’ll learn from the best.

#

I’m now completely nude, kneeling on the carpet with my hands behind my back and my chest pushed out. I’ve been given a safe word and told to use it anytime I want the games to stop. This is new to me. And exciting.

Goosebumps prickle my skin as his fingers skim over my neck and shoulders.

“Stay still.” Palming my breasts, he circles his thumbs around my nipples, not quite touching them.

I throw my head back and arch forward.

He smirks at my frustration just before he leans down and takes a hard tip in his mouth.

I gasp at the hot wetness, the sensation of his teeth grazing my sensitive flesh, and fight against the urge to thread my fingers in his hair.

He nibbles his way across my other breast, lavishing equal attention on both.

“You’re a natural. See, Mia, what you lack in experience, you make up for it with your sexual instinct. Your responses are perfect so far,” he says, pulling me up and leading me to the bed. “I’d love to fuck you right away, but I want you to show me how confident you are in taking your own pleasure. Ride my face, sweetheart.”

Ride his what? “I, uh, I don’t think I can do that.”

“Why not?”

Blushing, I inhale and exhale slowly. He did say his job is to push me out of my comfort zone, but this is too awkward.

“No need to be embarrassed. You’re beautiful.” He eases me onto my back and wraps his hands behind my knees, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed. “Better?”

The sight of a sex god clutching my thighs, my legs spread open on both sides of his magnificent shoulders, is breathtaking — I just about die from the visual alone. I manage a slight nod.

He dives in, nuzzling his nose against my clit while his tongue plunges into my depths.

Jesus Christ. I shove my knuckles to my mouth to keep from crying out loud. My ex wasn’t much of a giver. He never quite enjoyed going down on me, which in return, made me tense.

Ryan, on the other hand, is devouring my pussy as if he’s starving and I’m the most delicious meal in the world. But he doesn’t linger. Whenever I’m close, he switches to another spot, deliberately teasing.

“Please,” I whisper, thrusting my hips, my hands reaching for his hair.

“Yes, tell me what you want.” His lips move leisurely, peppering my inner thighs with soft kisses.

The fierce suction of his mouth, the skillful massage of his tongue, the gentle nip of his teeth — I want it all. I want this man to fuck me senseless, to ease the deep ache within me, to make me feel alive again.

“Say it. Do you want me to suck on your gorgeous tits? Eat your tight little pussy until you come?”

A whimper escapes my throat. I push his face down between my legs. “I need it…”

He resists. “Tell me. What is it that you need, Mia?”

I hiss out a breath between clenched teeth. “I need to come, okay? Please. Make me come.”

“Now we’re talking.” He sinks two fingers in me and sucks on my clit. His tongue lashes out, stroking the swollen nub back and forth.

“Oh, God.” My stomach tightens as pleasure rolls over me.

“That’s it. Let go, Mia. Come for me.”

My release is exhilarating. I don’t think I’ve ever climaxed from oral stimulation alone.

“Next time, you’re riding my face,” Ryan says, kissing me on the lips. “And my cock.”

Sweet Jesus, yes.

“Your turn, angel. Get down on your knees.”

I comply on shaky legs while he removes his clothes to reveal a finely sculpted body.

“Show me how you pleasure a man with that hot little mouth of yours,” he says, tugging down his boxer briefs. His cock springs free, thick and ready for action.

Anxiety gnaws at my belly. Much as I’d love to please him, my blowjob skills are below par.

He must’ve sensed my hesitation. “What’s wrong?”

“What you just did. I don’t think I can top that.”

He chuckles. “Who says this is a competition?”

“It’s not but…” I want to impress him, damn it.

“But what?” he presses, giving his cock a few strokes.

I square my shoulders and lick my lips. “I’m ready.”

He steps closer, his masculine musk assaulting my senses. “Keep your hands behind your back and open your mouth wide.”

Throughout my lousy marriage, I strived to please my ex, no matter how outrageous the demands. The last thing I need is another man telling me what to do, but here I am, eager to submit to a Dominant I hardly know, to feel him lose control because of me.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” he says, easing his plush crown between my parted lips, “eyes on me.”

Gazing up, I take him as deep as possible and start to choke.

He pulls out. “Relax. Don’t rush. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I don’t want to mess this up,” I whisper, feeling small and silly.

“You won’t. You’re doing incredible. I love how my cock feels in your mouth.”

My inner muscles clench. It’s amazing how his dirty talk could turn me on so quickly.

“Let’s try this again. Close your eyes. Shut everything out and just feel me, angel.”

I do as he says and find it much easier to focus on the sensations of his dick in my mouth. Without vision, my other senses are heightened. I’m acutely aware of his presence. I can hear his breathing quicken when I lick and suck around the tip. Feel him twitch as my tongue presses against the underside of his shaft. I soak in every detail —his delightful musk and sweet-salty taste, the shape of him, the little strangled sounds he makes.

“Fuck, you have such a wicked mouth, Mia. You make me feel so good. So fucking good.”

My clit is throbbing, my thighs slick with arousal. I’ve never been so into this.

“Stop.” He shoves his hands in my hair, holding me still. “Look at me.”

I raise my eyes to meet his heated gaze.

“See what you do to me.” His body is bathed in sweat, abs glistening under the low lights, his breathing ragged. “I’m going to come in your mouth. Now’s your chance to say no.”

“Yes, please.”

He lets out an animalistic growl as he thrusts into my mouth, pumping in and out.

Wet, sloppy sounds echo around the room. My eyes begin to water. Saliva pools around my chin, stringing all over my boobs. It’s so messy and I fucking love it.

“Fuck.” He stiffens and spills into my mouth, coating my throat with his thick, hot cum.

I struggle to swallow his enormous load then sink back onto my heels, watching him. Awaiting his command.

His lips brush against my forehead as he helps me back onto the bed. “You did excellent, pet.”

Pet. Somehow the term doesn’t bother me. “Now what?”

“Just lie down and rest.”

“I’m okay.” My body is buzzing with energy. I feel very much alive.

He wraps a quilt around me, a tender gesture I find quite touching, and hands me a bottle of mineral water. “I’d love to keep going, but I have other commitments this evening.”

Is he meeting another client? I try to ignore the pang of jealousy.

“The good news is, I don’t think we’ll need that many sessions.”

“We don’t?” I cringe at the dismay in my voice.

“You’re a fast learner, Mia, and when this is all over, you’ll enjoy having men crawl at your feet.” Smirking, he sneaks a hand under the quilt, between my legs. “Until we’re done, though, this pussy is mine.”

I swallow, wishing more than anything for us to continue.

“Shall we meet again, say, this Friday? 7 PM?”

“I look forward to it.”