3. Lesson 3

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LESSON 3

B aby Girl

Sir had that look again, the twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

Oh fuck, he was grabbing the hook and flogger.

I loved it when he flogged me. I wasn't bit on pain, but the way he did it always added balance to the barrage of stimulation and sensation.

"Any questions for Baby Girl?" Sir asked.

I lifted my head, my cheeks flushed. One of the demons raised his hand, clearing his throat.

"Go ahead," Sir said, giving his permission.

"Do you have a favorite toy? Do using toys ever make sex feel less fun?"

I fought off a laugh because I knew that he didn't mean it in the way I could take it. "Believe me, sex is even more fun with the toys Sir uses. I think it depends on what you like to do with your partner, but communicating with them is important. But no," I said, letting my head fall back. "Sex with Sir is still more than enjoyable. Also, I like all of them but the way he uses the hook…"

I trailed off as he came closer with it, eyeing it.

Sir gave me a little smile and he shifted back to his Mothman form, his wings spreading behind him.

His human form was a sexy man, but I hadn't become a partner to a man. I'd chosen a monster and I loved every strange part of him, from his six eyes to his claws.

"Sex toys add to the enjoyment," Sir said, looking at the demon. "I know your question is from curiosity but if you truly feel threatened by a toy well….Don't have sex."

That brought a few snorts and laughs from the class. The demon even smiled, shrugging. "Not threatened, just curious."

Sir nodded, "That's fine then. And as Baby Girl said, communication is most important. Establishing trust and boundaries is important too."

He laid the flogger down between my legs, where all of the toys we had used were slowly turning into a little pile. He laid down the hook too with a little tsk.

"Would you like a pillow, Baby Girl?"

I thought about it for a moment and then nodded.

Sir left for a moment and then came back. I lifted my hips and he slid the pillow underneath, getting it in the perfect spot.

"Checking in with your partner is important," Sir said. "Making sure she is happy and comfortable while I torture her is important."

I stuck my tongue out at him, but my body was already buzzing again. I desperately wanted to cum. He'd been edging me now for what felt like an eternity, and every touch was almost intense enough to throw me over the edge.

Sir ran his claws over my stomach, sending a chill through me. He then picked up the hook, holding the ball at the end to me opening. He slid it in, turning the curve down so that the ball faced up.

I gasped, groaning as he began to wiggle it back and forth. He was gentle and patient, working it inside of me until I was squirming.

"The sides of her walls are not teased as often," Sir explained, "Which is why we both enjoy using this device in this way."

I cried out, a wave rushing through me as he moved it. He knew exactly how to tease me, exactly how to move this in a way that would send me.

"Are you trying to make me squirt?" I gasped.

"Yes," Sir answered simply.

"I don't want to get them wet," I groaned as he continued to work the hook inside of me.

"They can move out of the way," he said.

Fuck. Fuck, I was so fucking close. He was pushing me today, pushing me as much as he could.

Sir reached between my legs and picked up the flogger, pausing for a moment.

I could have cum several times over by now but he was edging me, denying my orgasms until he gave me permission to have them.

"This flogger is small and thin, and it's perfect her her breasts and pussy. If you don't know how to flog someone correctly then don't try this. If you'd like to learn, then take one of my other classes," he said, chuckling. "Or even take a class from the Barista if he's still teaching."

I fought off a smile at the mention of him. The Barista was the matchmaker who'd helped Sir meet me years ago, the owner of a cafe on the other side of the world. Whenever Sir and I visited the states, we always stopped in to say hello.

The rumor was he'd finally found his mates, so a visit was due soon.

Sir dragged the tails of the flogger over my skin and started to move the hook again, rubbing that blessed ball over my G spot. I sucked in a breath as he raised the flogger, slapping it down over my breasts.

The sting of the tails felt good. More than good. I groaned as he hit me again, all the while moving the hook in a way that would take me over if he didn't stop.

I looked up at him and knew that he was determined.

"Sir," I gasped, arching up.

This time he slapped the flogger down on my pussy, drawing out a squeal from me. He hit again and again, surprising me by changing where it went.

Fuck.

"Sir," I rasped. "I can't stop."

Sir tossed the flogger down and picked up the vibrator, holding the head to my clit.

The music began to rise in tempo and I realized that Sir had timed this perfectly. Right as the music climaxed, he drew my attention.

"You may cum," Sir said, turning the vibrator on.

My scream was the loudest one yet, my body electrified with ecstasy as the music dropped. I stopped paying attention to the sounds I was making, chasing the wave that was about to take me down with it.

" Cum ," he growled.

Fuck. My body was his to control, his to command. He hit my clit just right, while the hook rubbed my G spot. I bowed up as an orgasm hit, the most glorious one that I had in a long time.

Another high pitched scream and I stopped fighting my body. Sir pulled the hook free and cupped his hand over me just as I started to squirt.

It kept going for a few seconds until I collapsed, my body still convulsing. Tremors ran through me and I closed my eyes, sinking into a daze.

I felt a blanket spread over me and I moaned at the touch of it, even my skin sensitive now.

I heard the monsters clapping, the murmur of their chatting drowned out by the throbbing in my body.

This was my favorite part about these lessons. When Sir was being kind, he liked to give me an orgasm I couldn't forget.

I couldn't form coherent thoughts yet so I just let myself drift, knowing that my Sir wasn't done with me yet.