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another rule.

“Because this is our first... session,” he chose the
word carefully. “I'll lock the door to make you more comfortable. From here on
out, however, you will do what I say, where and when I say it. If I tell you to
strip, drop to your knees and suck me off in the middle of Times Square on New
Year's Eve,” he passed by close enough to brush her arm with his. “You'll say
'thank you, sir,' and do it.” He heard the hitch in her breath but when he
turned back, her face was impassive, her fingers already undoing her buttons.

Creamy flesh gradually came into view, the soft curve
of full breasts, and then the black lace, dark against her natural coloring.
The flat expanse of stomach was next, not quite one hundred percent flat, just
enough to prove her curves were natural. The last to undo was just under her
bellybutton. Keeping the shirt tucked into her skirt left a tantalizing strip
of body bare, just hinting at the lushness Vance knew lay beneath.

“Now, the rest.”

Courtney gave him a puzzled look, then gasped when
his eyes flicked down.

“Are you wearing panties, Ms. Bell?” When she shook
her head, he continued. “Then hike up your skirt and show me.”

Face blazing, Courtney gripped the hem of her skirt
and inched it up her legs. When she reached the top of her stockings, she
faltered for a second. Vance didn't speak, the silence nearly deafening as he
waited for her to make her choice. Slowly, she continued until fine, pale curls
appeared. Eventually, he planned to have her shave, but that would be a part of
a future lesson. For now, he didn't mind the sparse hair. Part of him wondered
how Courtney would react if he reached out and tugged on it.   

“Pull it down enough to cover your ass and have a
seat,” Vance pointed towards a stiff-backed wooden chair that he'd had added
this morning.

Courtney immediately complied, the relief clearly
written on her face as she covered herself, if only just barely. Vance tried
not to smirk, knowing her relief was about to be short-lived. He turned his
chair to watch her as she walked, to face her when she sat. He couldn't hide
his amusement, though, as she tried to find the most comfortable and least
revealing way to sit. To his delight, she unintentionally flashed him several
times before settling with her knees pressed firmly together. He let her stay
that way for a few minutes, letting the tension build again.

“Spread your legs,” Vance allowed himself a smile.
“Let me see you.”

Courtney swallowed hard but obeyed, moving her legs
apart until she was completely exposed. Vance reached for his zipper, not
taking his eyes from her pussy. He reached inside, slipping his hand beneath
his boxer-briefs to take himself in hand.

“Touch yourself.”

“What?” Courtney's squeak drew his attention up to
her face.

He kept his eyes there as he spoke, wanting to see
her expression, wanting to see if this would be the request that made her stop.
This was the part he always enjoyed the most, testing the limits, seeing just
how far he could push. This was a relatively tame request, but Courtney wasn't
like any other woman he'd dominated before. In this area, she was as close to a
virgin as one could get.

“I said, 'touch yourself.' Put your hand between your
legs and show me what you do to get off.”

“But,”

“I gave you an order,” he cut her off. “And just for
that, you have two minutes to make yourself cum or I'll bend you across that
chair and spank your ass red.” He tightened his hand around the base of his
cock as that image nearly did him in. “And I can't promise that I won't
accidentally call Emma in here.”

“You bastard,” Courtney whispered, tears welling up
in her eyes.

“Tsk, tsk,” Vance shook his head. “You know that's
not how you're supposed to respond. When you're done masturbating, we'll deal
with this infraction. You might want to get started. Your two minutes starts
now.”

Courtney's