Taught By Touch Pt. 01

Claire hesitated outside the studio door. The building was discreet--no sign, just a black-painted door with a brass number and a buzz panel. It felt like the sort of place meant to be found by those looking for it. Her heart pounded with nervous energy: not fear, exactly, but anticipation tangled with self-doubt. What if she wasn't what Rey expected? What if she couldn't go through with it? Still, her hand moved without her realising, pressing the buzzer before her overthinking could catch up.

The door opened with a soft click, and Rey appeared in front of her, looking like a goddess--barefoot, composed, wearing sleek black silk that clung to her body like water. Her gaze was calm, but sharp, a little amused, as if she could see through every layer Claire hadn't even removed yet. "You made it," she said, her voice smooth and low, like warmth seeping into chilled skin. Claire nodded mutely, and Rey stepped aside. "Come in."

The space was nothing like Claire had imagined. No red velvet or whips on the walls--just soft lighting, muted colours, a scent of something floral and grounding. It felt like stepping into a dream. Rey motioned toward a low couch near the window. Claire sat, suddenly hyper-aware of her posture, the way her skirt tugged at her thighs, how warm her face felt under Rey's gaze.

She settled into a chair opposite, legs crossed, exuding quiet command. "So, Claire... why don't you tell me what brought you here?" Her voice was a slow unraveling--inviting, but in no way optional.

Claire laughed softly, but it caught in her throat. "I, uh... I just got divorced. A few months ago." She looked down at her hands, twisting the ring she no longer wore. "We were married for almost fifteen years. He was... safe. Predictable..." She glanced up at Rey, who watched her without judgment, only stillness.

"I'm 38," Claire continued, her voice quieter now. "And I feel like I've never really... been in my body. I've never been touched by someone who actually sets my skin on fire. I don't know what I like. I don't know what I want, which is ridiculous at my age. But I'm tired of pretending I'm fine with vanilla when I've been craving something... else. Something more." Her eyes held Rey's now, vulnerable and aching. "I want to find out. And I thought maybe... you could help me do that."

"I certainly can help you, Claire," she said. "But that means you'll need to trust me."

She stood and extended a hand. Claire took it, her pulse quickening. Rey led her to the centre of the room, then let go. "Now, I want you to take off your clothes. Slowly. Piece by piece. You're not rushing this, you're not hiding anything. I want you to feel what it means to offer yourself. That's your first step."

Claire hesitated. Rey had returned to her chair, settling into it like a goddess on her throne, cross-legged, composed, watching. She said nothing, didn't urge or rush. That quiet stillness only heightened the charge in the air. Claire's fingers moved to the top button of her blouse, and she swallowed hard as she began to unfasten it.

Each movement felt amplified, like every inch of skin she revealed buzzed under Rey's gaze. She wasn't touching her, but Claire could feel her, somehow. The slide of the fabric off her shoulders made her shiver. By the time she reached for the zipper on her skirt, her hands trembled. Her thighs felt warm. Her breath was shaky. She'd never undressed in front of anyone like this before--not deliberately, not slowly, not like it meant something.

And all the while, Rey remained seated, watching her like a living goddess. Not leering. Not dispassionate. Just... aware. Present. Commanding without a word.

Claire let the last item of clothing fall to the floor--her knickers sliding down her legs --and stood bare, arms hovering uselessly at her sides. She felt the cool air kiss her skin, exposing every inch of her tingling. Vulnerable didn't feel like the right word.

Then she noticed it: the heat between her thighs, the subtle slickness she hadn't even registered until now. She was wet. Just from following the instructions. Just from being seen like this. The realisation made her breath catch--and made her want more.

Rey lifted her hand and slowly crooked one finger--a silent summons.

Claire obeyed.

She crossed the room in measured, but unsteady, steps, her pulse pounding in her ears. When she stopped in front of Rey, the other woman looked up at her with eyes that didn't need to ask questions--they already knew. "Kneel," Rey said softly, but without room for negotiation.

Claire sank to her knees.

The floor was cool beneath her. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, but Rey's voice followed again, calm and sharp: "Open your knees."

And Claire, burning and breathless, did precisely as she was told.

Rey tilted her head slightly, her gaze never leaving Claire's face. "Before we go any further," she said, her voice low, "Remind me of your safe words."

Claire's mouth was dry, but she managed to speak. "Yellow... if it's too much but I don't want to stop. Red if I need everything to stop."

"Good girl,"

Rey shifted forward slightly, still seated, knees brushing the edge of Claire's vision. Her hand moved slowly, deliberately, as if giving Claire time to absorb every moment. "I'm going to touch you now," she said. "Just to see how your body's responding."

Claire nodded, breath shallow. She didn't trust her voice. She held her breath.

Rey's fingertips trailed up Claire's inner thigh, featherlight at first. Then she cupped her palm between Claire's legs. The contact was warm, confident, and possessive. Her fingers slid through the slickness with ease.

A soft hum of satisfaction left Rey's throat. "So wet already," she said, almost to herself.

Claire's eyes fluttered closed as heat flushed through her--embarrassed at her bodies reaction.

This was the first time a woman had ever touched her like this--an intentional, confident claiming. Rey's fingers weren't hesitant. They weren't asking for permission. They knew what they were doing, and Claire's body was answering like it had been waiting for this all along.

The realisation pulsed through her--heady and electric.

How many years had she gone untouched like this, even in sex?

How often had she lain beneath someone and felt like her body was invisible?

But here, now, under Rey's hands, she wasn't invisible. She was soaking wet, on her knees, letting herself be taken apart one slow, deliberate touch at a time.

Her fingers moved with the same calm confidence she'd carried from the moment she opened the door--circling Claire's clit in slow, deliberate strokes. Just enough pressure to make Claire gasp, not enough to satisfy. The teasing was unbearable in the most exquisite way.

"You're so responsive," Rey murmured, watching Claire's face closely. "Every little touch pulls something out of you. I want to know all your tells."

Claire bit her lip, her hips shifting without permission, chasing the sensation. Rey's free hand rose to steady her thigh.

"No," she said firmly. "You don't get to grind. You just take what I give you."

Claire whimpered--somewhere between shame and arousal--and Rey smiled.

Her touch shifted. One hand kept circling, coaxing, teasing that bundle of nerves while the other slid lower, lower... until her fingers slipped between Claire's folds again. This time, she pressed inward--one finger at first, then another, slow and steady. Claire's walls clenched around the intrusion, her body tensing in surprise.

Rey stilled, letting Claire adjust. Her eyes didn't leave Claire's face.

"There it is," she whispered, her voice thick with something reverent. "The way you open up for me. That's what I wanted to see."

Rey slowly withdrew her fingers, and Claire made the tiniest of moans at her loss. Rey brought them to her mouth, just briefly, tasting her like a secret. Claire blushed and stared at the floor.

Then Rey stood.

Offering Claire her hand again, Claire took it without question. Rey led her to the bed, low and wide, dressed in dark, soft linens. It looked almost ceremonial.

"I want to show you what it means to give up control," Rey said, voice low, almost tender. "Right now, your pleasure isn't yours to decide. It belongs to me."

Claire's heart pounded as Rey guided her down onto her back. There was no aggression in her movements, no hurry. She took two lengths of silk--black, smooth as water--and tied Claire's wrists to the headboard, one after the other. The restraint was firm, but not harsh. Secure, but sensual.

"You can pull free if you need to," Rey murmured, brushing her thumb over Claire's knuckles. "But I hope you don't."

Claire nodded, lips parted, her chest rising and falling in shallow waves. She was helpless now--but only because she wanted to be.

Rey knelt on the bed beside her, one hand splayed across Claire's belly. "From this point on," she said, leaning down, her lips just a breath from Claire's ear, "you'll come when I say. Not before. If you get close, you tell me.

Claire nodded again, barely able to breathe.

"Say it," Rey said gently.

Claire swallowed. "I don't come unless you say."

"That's right," Rey whispered.

Just as Claire began to melt into the sensation of restraint--her wrists bound, her body humming with helpless want--Rey's hand slipped away once more.

Without a word, she rose from the bed and crossed the room to a sleek, low drawer. Claire shifted slightly, trying to follow her with her eyes, but her range of motion was limited. All she could do was listen: the quiet slide of wood, the soft clink of objects carefully chosen.

When Rey turned back, she carried three toys in her hands--each distinct, each deliberate. She returned to the bed and laid them out beside Claire's thigh, letting her see exactly what had been selected: a small, silver bullet vibrator; a clear, curved glass dildo that gleamed under the soft light; and a black silicone butt plug, smooth and tapered.

Claire's breath caught. Her skin flushed in a fresh wave, not from touch this time, but from the pure, impending promise of it all.

Rey didn't explain. She didn't have to. She looked down at Claire with that same composed, unreadable expression and said, "These are here if I decide I want to use them."

She brushed a fingertip over the glass, then the plug, almost absentmindedly--like choosing a dessert she wasn't quite ready to taste yet.

"You don't get to ask," Rey added, her voice low and velvety. "You just lie there, stay open, and wait."

Then she turned back to Claire's body, her hands returning to where they'd left off, as if nothing had changed--but Claire's pulse was hammering now, a storm of anticipation under her skin.

Claire's breath hitched again as Rey's fingers worked her relentlessly, thumb stroking her clit in slow, expert circles. The pleasure was sharp, climbing fast, too fast. Her hips rocked against Rey's hand before she could stop them, her thighs beginning to shake. She was right there, teetering--

And she said nothing.

Just a ragged, needy gasp--and then everything stopped.

Rey froze.

She pulled her hand away slowly, deliberately. The silence was thunderous.

Claire opened her eyes, blinking at the ceiling, her body still pulsing. "I--I-I'm sorry," she whispered, chest heaving. "I didn't..."

"You didn't tell me," Rey said, her voice low. Not angry--measured. "I told you very clearly: you come when I say. And if you're close, you use your words."

Claire looked up, wide-eyed, shame and arousal colliding hard in her gut.

Rey stood smoothly and moved to the side of the bed. She placed a steady hand on Claire's thigh and turned her hips slightly. Then, without warning, delivered a sharp smack to one cheek. The sound cracked through the air, startling and hot. Before Claire could even process it, the second came--on the other side. Firm, precise. Just enough to sting.

Claire gasped. Her whole body twitched.

"That," Rey said, calm as ever, "was for not following instruction."

Then she kissed the curve of Claire's hip--soft, almost tender--before climbing back onto the bed.

She picked up the glass dildo and held it in her palm for a moment, letting the cool surface warm slightly.

"This time," she said, brushing the toy between Claire's slick folds, "you'll tell me. The moment you start to climb."

Claire nodded quickly, breath still shaking. "Yes. I will. I promise."

Rey pressed the dildo in, inch by inch, until Claire arched into it, gasping at the fullness. The smooth glass glided effortlessly inside her, each thrust a perfectly controlled rhythm. Rey's fingers returned to her clit, circling again--but now Claire's tension wasn't just arousal, it was discipline.

As the wave began to build again, Claire spoke through gritted teeth, panting, trying to stay present. "Rey--I'm close. I'm getting close."

Rey smiled. "Good girl."

But her hand didn't stop. Not yet.

"Good girl," Rey said, her voice low and molten. Her fingers never stopped moving--circling Claire's clit in maddening, perfect rhythm while the glass dildo thrust slow and deep, filling her over and over.

Then, just as Claire began to tip forward into that unbearable, inevitable edge, Rey's voice sharpened.

"Now you're going to fight it. Do not come."

Claire's eyes flew open, her entire body tensing against the command. "W-what?"

"You heard me," Rey said, calm, composed, utterly in control. "You're going to stay right there, on the edge. Don't you dare come without my word."

Claire's whole body trembled. It was excruciating--every nerve lit, every muscle straining. Her hips flexed instinctively, chasing friction, but Rey's hand didn't let up. The pressure, the fullness, the heat--it was overwhelming.

"Breathe through it," Rey murmured, leaning closer. "You can hold it. I'm not done playing with you yet."

Claire moaned, a broken sound, her wrists pulling at the silk ties. Her thighs quaked, her jaw clenched, but she held on--barely. The tension coiled inside her like a scream waiting to escape.

And still, Rey moved her fingers. Still, the glass slid in and out of her, slow and relentless.

Claire's world narrowed to a single thought: don't come, don't come, don't come.

Claire gritted her teeth, every muscle trembling, her mind clawing for control--but it was slipping. The pressure inside her had become unbearable, sharp and bright and inevitable. She tried to fight it. She did. But her body had other plans.

It hit her in a rush--sudden, hot, and completely out of her hands.

She came with a choked gasp, hips bucking, legs shaking, the orgasm tearing through her before she could even form the words to stop it. Her cry echoed in the space between them, raw and desperate.

And then... silence.

Rey withdrew her hand and the dildo in one fluid motion, slow and precise. Claire lay there, blinking up at the ceiling, chest heaving, the silence louder than any reprimand.

She felt the shift before Rey spoke--felt the cool air of disappointment, of consequence. She swallowed hard.

"I told you not to," Rey said quietly. Not angry--worse. Calm. Controlled. Unmoved. "You didn't tell me you were close. You didn't ask. You just took it."

Claire's cheeks burned. She opened her mouth to speak, but Rey held up a finger.

"You wanted to know what it means to give up control," she said, rising from the bed. "But you haven't given it up yet. You're still chasing what you want."

Claire blinked, shame flooding her chest, mixing with the fading pleasure in a confusing, intense storm.

Rey circled the bed slowly, her fingers brushing along the headboard as she moved. "You came without permission, Claire. And now," she said, voice like velvet over steel, "you're going to be punished properly."

Rey stood beside the bed for a moment, watching Claire in silence. The air was heavy with her unmet expectations, and Claire felt it press down on her more than any hand ever could.

Then, without a word, Rey reached up and untied the silk from Claire's wrists. The release felt strange--freeing, but laced with dread. Claire didn't dare move. Her body still pulsed from the orgasm she wasn't supposed to have.

"Up," Rey said softly. "Over my knee."

Claire blinked, breath catching. "W-what?"

"You heard me. Now."

Claire rose on shaky legs, and Rey guided her to sit on the edge of the bed. Then she was pulled gently but firmly across Rey's lap, her bare skin pressing into the softness of the other woman's thighs. It was intimate and exposed, humiliating and grounding all at once.

"This is not about pain," Rey said, one hand resting on Claire's lower back. "It's about obedience. Control. Learning that pleasure is a gift, not a given."

Her palm lifted--and came down in a clean, precise smack to Claire's right cheek.

"One," Claire gasped, the sting immediate.

Another, on the left.

"Two."

The pace was steady and deliberate--just enough to burn, not enough to break. Each strike brought a new flush to Claire's skin, and each number forced her deeper into submission. Her voice trembled, but she kept counting.

"... Seven."

"... Eight."

Her thighs twitched with each one, her pride peeling away with every slap.

"Nine..."

And then the tenth--harder than the rest. A final exclamation point.

"Ten," she breathed, eyes stinging with unshed tears, heart hammering like a drum.

"Good girl," Rey murmured, her palm gently smoothing over the flushed skin of Claire's ass, still hot from the spanking. Her voice had softened again, but the control never left it. "You took your punishment beautifully."

She leaned in, her breath brushing just behind Claire's ear. "And now," she whispered, "you get your reward."

Before Claire could respond, Rey shifted, reaching for the silver bullet vibrator beside them. Claire remained draped over her lap, wrists hanging loose on the floor, her body pliant and trembling, fully surrendered.

Rey parted Claire's thighs just enough with one hand, coaxing them open, her touch firm but unhurried. Claire's breath stuttered as Rey slipped her hand between her legs, sliding down with purpose--then pressed the humming bullet directly against her clit.

The jolt of sensation ripped through Claire like lightning. Her cry was muffled against her own arm, her body jerking instinctively--but Rey's other hand came down on her lower back, pinning her in place.

"Stay still," Rey ordered, calm and composed. "You'll take this from me. Every. Second. Of it."

The vibrator pulsed hard and unrelenting against her swollen, oversensitive clit, and Claire moaned, hips twitching but held fast by Rey's grip. Her thighs trembled, legs spread wide over Rey's lap, her breath breaking into small, desperate gasps.

Rey adjusted the angle, just slightly, watching her closely. "Let's see how well you really obey," she said. "You know the rule. Not until I say."

The vibrations were relentless.

Claire writhed over Rey's lap, every muscle in her body trembling, her thighs shaking uncontrollably. The little bullet was pressed mercilessly against her clit, and her breath came in frantic, broken gasps. Rey held her firmly in place--one hand steady on her lower back, the other keeping the toy exactly where it needed to be.

"Rey--" Claire's voice cracked. "I... I'm close. So close..."

Rey didn't let up. "Then hold it," she said calmly. "Don't you dare come yet."

Claire whimpered, her hips twitching against Rey's thigh. "I--I can't... it's too much. It's so strong. I can't hold it--"

"You can," Rey said, her voice steady as steel. "You will."

Claire sobbed against her arm, her body coiled so tightly she thought she might snap. The pressure was unbearable, searing, her entire core pulsing around it.

"I--please--Rey--I'm going to--"

And then Rey leaned down, her lips brushing Claire's ear like a flame.

"Come."

The word hit Claire like a match to dry tinder.

She shattered.

Her body arched hard over Rey's lap, a loud, raw cry tearing from her throat as the orgasm ripped through her--wave after wave, fierce and uncontrollable. Her legs convulsed, her hands scrabbled at the air, and then--

A sudden, hot gush.

Claire's eyes flew open in shock. Her entire body pulsed, and she felt it--a wet burst she couldn't stop.

Rey stilled.

There was a beat of silence. Then she gently withdrew the vibrator, her hand gliding up Claire's spine in a slow, grounding stroke.

"Well," Rey said softly, almost amused. "That's new, isn't it?"

Claire was panting, still dazed, her body limp and shaking across Rey's lap. "I... I didn't know I could do that."

Rey chuckled under her breath, pleased, not mocking. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to the back of Claire's shoulder.

"You didn't know a lot when you walked in here," she murmured. "Now look at you."

Claire lay draped over Rey's lap, trembling, her breath gradually evening out as the final pulses of her orgasm faded. Her skin was slick with sweat, thighs sticky from the evidence of her release, and yet--she felt oddly peaceful. Stripped bare, used, undone... and somehow, safe.

Rey didn't speak right away.

She reached to the nightstand, retrieved a soft, warm towel--prepped, clearly, with intention--and began cleaning Claire up in slow, efficient strokes. Not rushed, not tender, just quiet and methodical. Her touch wasn't erotic now--it was grounding. Reassuring. A gesture of control that extended even into the quiet.

Once Claire was clean and Rey had helped ease her upright, she nodded toward her clothes neatly folded on a nearby chair. "You can dress when you're ready."

Claire did--slowly, limbs still shaky, cheeks flushed in that delicious, post-orgasm daze.

At the door, as Claire fixed the clasp of her coat, Rey leaned against the frame, arms folded. That knowing look had returned, though now softened by something warmer. Amused, perhaps. Pleased.

"Same time next week?" she asked, voice casual--but it was clear the question held weight.

Claire looked up, lips parted, heart still somewhere between her knees and the floor.

"Yes," she said, her voice hoarse but certain. "Definitely."

Rey smiled. "Good girl."

And then the door clicked softly shut behind her.