Apartment 1209

apartment 1209 whenever I had the chance and Ryan was home. We found mornings or afternoons on weekends worked well, since I didn’t have classes and he didn’t have to be at the club until eight. During the week we connected most Tuesdays and Thursdays, when my last class ended at two and my restaurant shift didn’t start until six.
    Ryan’s leather sofa became very familiar to me over the course of my first visits. I have to say I was a very enthusiastic and responsive student. Since we covered bondage and blowjobs on Visit One, Visit Two involved more bondage and some light ass play, which I LOVED, especially the leisurely rimming demonstration. On Visits Three through Five, he expanded my knowledge concerning direct prostate stimulation and accompanying hand jobs, using even more intricate bondage techniques. On Visit Six, he simply tied me spread-eagled to his bed to tease me with a dildo and a crop. Visits Seven through Ten involved light percussion with paddles and floggers, whilst Visits Eleven through Thirteen introduced me to the joys of nipple and ball torture.
    All this time he refused to fuck me with anything but a gentle toy. He said he wanted to make me ready for him. He didn’t want to hurt me and God knows I was well aware of the size of his dick. But I think he just wanted to make me wait. He wanted me to beg for it before he’d give it to me.
    I’d already waited a hell of a long time but was having so much fun learning the things Ryan wanted to teach me that I wouldn’t have changed anything.
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    On Visit Fourteen, after Ryan hogtied and edged me to within an inch of my life and finally made me come like a crazed sex banshee all over his new sheets, I asked him when he would take me to Holloway’s.
    “I don’t want to take you there.”
    My face must have betrayed my disappointment at this answer because he smiled kindly and raised his eyebrows. “Do you know how many men come to my club every weekend just dying to meet someone like you?”
    “What makes me so special?” I still struggled with this, although my confidence had grown immensely over the course of my “education”. I still felt awkward and childish in many ways.
    He shook his head and just said “Henry” like it was obvious.
    “Well, I’m incredibly hot and astoundingly talented at giving head. Or so you’ve said.”
    He laughed. “Well, yeah. But you’re also young, still very inexperienced even after everything we’ve done so far and, most of all, intelligent, witty and kind. Those last three traits are the rarest.”
    “So, let them meet me,” I said, secretly eager to be the object of so much attention.
    He looked at me. He didn’t say anything for a little while, then stood and started to pull on his pants.
    “What’s wrong?”
    He did up his jeans, watching me carefully. I picked some dried bits of jizz out of the hair on my chest where he’d painted me after getting me off first.
    “Y’know, I may seem really confident and self-assured most of the time. But… I’m worried if I take you down there you’ll see someone you like better than me.”
    “What?”
    He nodded.
    I couldn’t believe it. “You, Ryan Holloway, are seriously worried I will be distracted from your skillful mastery of my mind and body by some other Dom who attends the club that you own ? Are you kidding me?”
    He nodded. “Could happen.”
    I shook my head. “Won’t.”
    “How do you know?”
    “I just do. Anyway, I want to go with you, as your boy. I want you to show me what it’s like playing around in one of those rooms.”
    He still looked hesitant. “It’s like parading a steak around a pack of bloodhounds, Henry.”
    “You’ll protect me.”
    He rolled his eyes, and relented. “Fine. You free Saturday night?”
    “I will be.”
    “Okay, we’ll go. But you will do everything I tell you to do or you might get hurt.”
    “Okay.”
    “And you’ll need a new outfit.”
    ****
    Did I mention that having a spontaneous affair with a well-known Leather Daddy did wonders for my self-confidence? Unfortunately, it meant that sometimes I became overconfident and got myself into scary situations, such as accompanying said Leather Daddy to his BDSM club wearing clothing designed to inflame the desires of lesser pervs than his patrons.
    “Don’t worry, I won’t let anyone near you,” Ryan assured me as we parked in the back lot of his Jarvis St. Club in the owner’s designated spot.
    “I’d appreciate that.