Seducing Sarah Page 2

  “Maybe I should just go back. I’m not really sure about this.”

  The heat hit her in a wave as soon as they stepped outside. It was a beautiful day, the sun a bright burst of fire in a cloudless sky. They came to a dark sedan and he opened the back door. She could feel his gaze on her body and it wasn't unpleasant. He was handsome, with elegant features and built like a pro-wrestler. She had to wonder if he was some kind of bodybuilder or perhaps a bouncer in his spare time. Or maybe he was one of the teachers at the school. If all her teachers were this hot she wouldn't be paying much attention to what she was learning.

  “Everyone says that in the beginning. But the reasons you originally sought her out haven’t changed, have they?”

  His eyes, as dark as the rest of him, stopped on her face. When he smiled, the edges of his eyes crinkled up. To her surprise, it made her feel warm all over. There was something about his manner that put her at ease.

  He gestured to the open backseat. “Just talk to her. You’ve already taken the first step. If you want to leave after that, I’ll be at your disposal.”

  She nodded briskly and bent to ease herself into the back of the sedan. The soft leather molded to her shape as she settled in. The car dipped once when he put her bag in the trunk and slammed the lid, then again when he folded his big body into the driver’s seat. His eyes met hers briefly in the rearview mirror.

  “Relax, Miss Caldwell. It’ll take us about a half-hour to get there. After you talk to Madame, I think you’ll be just fine.”

  She rested her head on the back of the sumptuous leather seat and allowed her eyes to close. She was exhausted. Staying up all night, excited and nervous beyond all belief would do that to you.

  How the hell do you sleep knowing that in a few short hours you'll be on a plane flying to a sexual retreat so scandalous it's become urban legend?

  It was too late to go back now so she'd just have to get through her meeting with the infamous Madame X. She'd tell her this whole thing was a moment of insanity on her part and she'd be on the first thing smoking back to D.C.

  When they pulled out onto the highway she sat up straight and watched the passing scenery with interest. She'd never been to Las Vegas before and wished briefly that she'd scheduled time to explore the city before arranging for her pickup. It was only early afternoon but already the strip blazed with neon lights, like a sparkling electric constellation.

  This was a place she could be someone other than boring old paralegal Sarah. Wanton, unpredictable and sexy. She could be all those things and more in the City of Sin. No one here knew her so what did it matter? An image of herself wearing black leather and a spiked dog collar made her giggle. She spent the rest of the drive inventing fake names for her alter ego. Sasha? Trixie? Maybe something with a harder edge like Rage?

  The car jerked to a stop and the front door slammed. She'd been so busy daydreaming she'd missed part of the drive. The car sat on a circular drive in front of a three-story house. Sarah blew out a breath as she pushed open her door. It was slightly ridiculous to call it a house, actually. It was more like a mansion with soaring white columns and a fantastic wrap-around porch.

  "See, now this isn't so scary." Jackson pulled her suitcase and carryon bag from the trunk.

  "It's beautiful. Like something out of a movie." Sarah trailed behind him as he led her up the steps and into the cool interior. She got the impression of old world elegance and antique furnishings before he left her in a small sitting room, his admonition to stay put ringing in her ears.

  "Okay then. What am I supposed to do now?" Sarah turned in a circle, feeling like a child in a candy shop who'd been told not to touch anything. The room was beautifully appointed, like something out of a historical romance novel. Heavy brocade drapes blocked the late afternoon light and a fire crackled cheerfully in the hearth. It was a real stone fireplace too, almost tall enough for her to walk into. She didn’t have an eye for antiques but she'd bet her next paycheck that the wooden desk and delicate chairs were the real thing.

  The sound of a door closing made her jump. She looked around in confusion. The door Jackson had used still hung wide open, the hall beyond empty. A maid in white livery walked by pushing a silver cart. It was like she'd wandered onto a set for a period film instead of into the den of lust she'd been expecting. The contrast was both soothing and fear inspiring. Nothing at the Madame X School had been as she'd expected. She could only hope the rest of her discoveries here were as pleasant as the ones she'd experienced so far.

  A series of heavy thumps came from her left, the dull thuds of heavy booted feet on wooden floors. Then a soft light appeared on the opposite wall revealing the entrance to another room. The door was slightly ajar.

  “It’s time for your final examination. Let’s see how much you’ve learned.”

  There was a murmur of assent, then a few rustling sounds. After a few moments, a soft sigh drifted to her ears.

  Sarah’s hand flew up to her neck as the sigh turned into a moan. She glanced behind her. Jackson had told her to stay put but the people next door didn’t know she was here. It felt wrong, voyeuristic to just stand there and listen. Perhaps they weren’t actually doing what it sounded like though. Things had a way of sounding different when you were on the outside listening in.

  She rocked on her heels and turned her back, trying to focus on something, anything else. After a few more moans, she gave up and listened shamelessly. This was a school dedicated to the sexual education of adults so the strange sounds were probably exactly what she thought they were.

  Another cry rang out, this time followed by a soft squeal. A tingle swept up her spine and she clamped her thighs together.

  Maybe I should take a look. They're the ones who left the door open, not me. Plus, I might as well see what it is I'm in for.

  She crept closer to the door and peeked through. An older woman wearing a long, filmy gown paced back and forth, a small pad of paper and a pen in her hands.

  “That’s it, William. Take your time.”

  A young man with short, dark hair knelt on the floor next to her. His head moved up and down rhythmically. She inched closer and stood on tiptoe. Her hip jammed uncomfortably against the wooden frame but at least she had a better view.

  Of the young blonde woman he had his tongue inside of.

  “Remember the basics, William. S-L-I-P. Suck, lick it, and penetrate.” The older woman made a notation on her pad and then gestured with her pen. “Start at the beginning. We’ll repeat this as many times as it takes.”

  William pushed the blonde’s thighs wider and then leaned over until his face was in her pussy. She watched as his tongue darted out to circle the girl’s clit. He sucked it between his lips over and over until it stood up straight like a little spike.

  “Oh my god, yes.” The blonde’s head rolled from side to side. Her skin flushed a deeper shade of pink as William’s head bobbed over her slit.

  “Now for stage two. Licking. You may commence.”

  William growled and took a deep swipe with his tongue. He rocked back on his heels, his eyes closed. He reached down and adjusted his cock. Sarah couldn’t see it but his low groan as he stroked himself was enough to make her reach down and touch herself.

  “I’m not sure I can take it, Madame S. She tastes so good. It’s driving me crazy.” He shook his head hard as if to gain control of himself. Then he leaned forward and stuck his tongue directly into the blonde.

  “Yes, please. Just like that.” Her back arched off the low table she reclined on. Her legs fell to the side, her pussy splayed open, waiting. William didn’t need any further encouragement. He dived in, his long tongue swiping between the slick lips of her sex. He looked back once at Madame S. before taking each pussy lip between his teeth and drawing it out slowly. He returned to the glistening mouth of her pussy and hungrily lapped at the cream spilling from her opening.

  “Excellent, William. Now for the final step. Penetration. Use your fingers and your
tongue. This is the time to bring her to fulfillment.”

  William grunted in response and speared the blonde’s opening with two fingers, stroking her in time with the motion of his mouth. His eyes were closed as he worked, his features a mask of concentration. The sounds of satisfaction he made as he curled his tongue around her clit over and over were making Sarah wet just watching.

  Sarah slipped a hand into her panties and traced the slick folds of her pussy. She took her time, twirling the tip of her clit between her fingers, and shuddered at the shock of desire that shot up her spine. She closed her eyes and imagined William’s face between her legs, his tongue stretching her tight opening, his fingers forcing her to climax.

  Every touch against her sensitive lips caused streaks of lightning to course through her body. Her skin tingled with thousands of tiny shocks every time she got near her clit. When she finally touched it, it set off a reaction that raced through her system like dynamite exploding.

  "Yes. Oh yesssss!" The blonde threw her head back and forth and arched her spine as she came, her slender body bucking as William continued to lick her through her climax.

  Sarah rubbed her clit frantically until her orgasm broke, a series of long, shuddering pulses that left her weak and shaky. Against her will, a soft cry escaped her lips. Hopefully the occupants of the other room were too busy to notice. She collapsed against the wall, too weak to support her weight anymore. There were no more sounds from the other room.

  ”Well, I can see we’re going to have our hands full with you.”

  Sarah jumped at the sound of Jackson’s voice. As she scrambled to straighten her clothes he didn’t make it any easier on her by turning his back. His dark, deep eyes stayed on her the entire time, a tick in his jaw the only thing that betrayed his perfect façade of calmness.

  “You’re lucky I’m not your handler. Your ass would be red for a week.”

  Her mouth fell open but she didn’t protest. She wasn't sure what he meant about a handler but a secret part of her wanted to know what it felt like to be dominated, punished. An image of herself appeared in her mind, thrown over a man's lap, his hand coming down on her bare ass before slipping between her folds to fondle her. She bit her lip and looked away, sure her cheeks were flaming red.

  "That's almost enough to make a girl be bad on purpose," she quipped.

  Jackson's lips quirked before he turned away. “Madame is ready to see you now. Follow me.” He gestured toward the door that led into the hallway.

  Sarah bowed her head and walked past him out the door. Considering she'd probably just broken some major rule, it couldn't hurt for her to keep her head down and her mouth closed. She'd barely skimmed most of the welcome packet so she could only hope she hadn't committed a major faux pas.

  They walked down a long hallway lined with a rich crimson carpet. Sarah tilted her head back as they passed portraits that looked hundreds of years old. What kind of place was this? They were in the middle of Nevada not Elizabethan England. As they walked further, she began to notice a decidedly sensual cast to the paintings. A gentleman posing with his back straight and one hand on his cock. An elegant woman reclining on a chaise with her hair in disarray, the bodice of her gown pulled down low enough to expose the top of a nipple.

  Jackson entered another room and when he stopped, she almost crashed into his back. An older woman, a brunette with a mound of mahogany curls gathered atop her head into a messy bun, sat behind a delicate French writing desk. She didn’t look up when they entered.

  "This is Madame X." Jackson gestured toward one of the chairs in front of the desk. Sarah sank down into one of the seats gratefully, unable to meet his eyes. He'd just seen her frantically rubbing herself into a shaking orgasm. It would be awhile before she could look him directly in the eye.

  "You may leave us now, Jackson." The woman gestured absently with her free hand. She didn't even look in Sarah's direction.

  Jackson bowed slightly and then turned away. Sarah watched him until he reached the door. He turned at the last moment and winked.

  "So, did you enjoy the show?" Madame X flipped through a stack of papers on the corner of her desk. Selecting one, she scanned the contents before signing the bottom.

  "Um, I guess so." Sarah wasn't sure how to respond. This place was a contradiction in every sense of the word. No one observing them now would guess at the blatant hedonism she'd witnessed just a few minutes ago.

  "I would assume so since you didn't turn away. Do you consider yourself a voyeur, Ms. Caldwell?"

  Sarah grasped the neck of her blouse and twisted the edges. She shouldn't be nervous about answering these types of questions. In order to get sexual tutoring, she'd have to talk about sex.

  It didn't make it any easier though.

  "Um, I wouldn’t say I consider myself a voyeur. I've never watched anyone else doing…that. I was just curious. I'm not normally the type of person who would eavesdrop." She blushed despite herself.

  "You're aware that all students and teachers are required to undergo regular health examinations. We received your health records so that’s fine. The School has a no exceptions safe-sex policy."

  Madame X huffed out a breath. "Now, we can get to the good stuff. The curriculum." She smiled and held up a blue folder.

  "I noticed that you didn't mark any racial preference on your application. We've had some applicants who prefer to work with someone of their own race. I want to get as close as possible to your dream man. No judgment."

  Madame X put her pen down and regarded Sarah with warm brown eyes. She could easily forget where she was in this beautifully appointed room with a woman who was the epitome of elegance.

  "Well, I really have no preference. I'm multi-racial myself so I really don't care."

  Madame X clapped her hands briskly. "Excellent, that's easiest. I just have to check because I've encountered female students of color in the past that are uncomfortable being with white males. As long as that's not an issue here, then we're all set."

  She rustled a few more of her papers before pulling out a clipboard. "Now I just need you to sign the non-disclosure agreement and we can decide on your class schedule."

  Sarah glanced at the document briefly. It was the same one included in the welcome packet. Don't reveal anything you see here, yada, yada, yada. She scrawled her name across the bottom and handed it back.

  "Now, have you ever had anal sex?"

  Sarah dropped the clipboard on the desk unceremoniously, knocking over a container of pens. She grabbed the pens and shoved them back in the container, avoiding the Madame's knowing gaze.

  Her face had to be the color of a fire engine because it felt like all her blood was in her cheeks. "What? No, I've never. I'm not…really that adventurous."

  Madame X smiled knowingly. "Is that because you don't want to be or because you haven't had the opportunity?"

  Sarah blew out a soft breath. It should be easy to say what she wanted but she couldn't find the right words. "I've had opportunities. I just always feel so…awkward during sex. Like I'm doing it all wrong. I want it to be fun. Everyone else seems like they're having so much fun…" She shrugged miserably.

  "You have nothing to be ashamed of, Sarah." Madame X stood and moved around the desk. She wore a long blue dress that wrapped her curvy figure perfectly. Although heavier than what fashion dictated, she moved with an innate sensuality that made her seem like she had a delicious secret only she was privy to. She sank down gracefully into the seat next to Sarah's.

  "No one is born knowing what to do. Our society has demonized sex, making normal, healthy sexual expression into something dirty or shameful. That's what our school is here for, to help you find comfort in your own skin. We give you a safe environment to learn and play in. It's definitely safer than the reckless behavior some of your peers have probably indulged in like drunken partying and one-night stands." Madame X shuddered delicately.

  "Anyhow, I've put you on the "conservative track" so you won't
be pushed too far too fast. Your handler will be here in a few moments to introduce himself."

  "My handler?" Sarah turned as a loud knock sounded at the door. It swung open a second later.

  "Oh yes, here he is now. Master Q, come meet your newest pupil."

  Sarah turned and her heart started beating wildly. The man in the doorway certainly wasn't the largest man she'd ever seen. Barely six feet with a leanly muscled build, he wore a strip of black leather over the upper part of his face that reminded her of a Mardi Gras mask. His dark brown hair was shorn down in a military style brush cut, which put the emphasis on his sharply angled face. There was nothing extraordinary about him at first glance. It wasn't until he turned and looked at her directly that she lost her breath.

  His eyes fixed on hers and she promptly forgot everything except the warm amber color, brighter closer to the pupil blending into a darker, whisky color on the edges. She'd never been so entranced by a pair of eyes before.

  Except for Quinn's.

  "It's nice to meet you." She extended her hand and immediately wished she hadn't. He seized it and the contact of his warm palm against hers was decidedly intimate. The heat of his skin seared through her until her breath came in hard little pants.

  "Ms. Caldwell, it's a pleasure to meet you as well. I hope that your time here will be all that you wish it to be and more."

  There was nothing inappropriate about his words but spoken in his raspy voice, the statement sounded more like a sensual promise than a professional platitude. Like he would make it his personal mission to see that she got everything she needed and would enjoy every second of it. Damn, if she didn't appreciate a confident man. Plus, he had a deep commanding voice just like Quinn's, the kind that made her want to do anything he asked.

  Crap. Stop thinking about Quinn.

  "Yes sir. I hope so, too."