Taught By Touch Pt. 02

When Claire entered this time, something seemed off. Not chilly, but heavy in a way. The air felt thick, pressing against her skin like a breath held in. Rey was by the window. Motionless. Quiet. One arm wrapped around her waist while the other held a glass of water. No smile to welcome her. No kiss. Just that intense gaze--sharp and inscrutable--that pierced through Claire, reaching down to the coat she had yet to take off.

"Lock the door," Rey said. Her voice was low. Controlled.

Claire turned, struggling with the latch. Her fingers faltered--nerves always made their presence felt in her hands first.

When she turned back, Rey hadn't moved an inch.

"Starting now," she said, her tone even softer yet clear, "you will no longer wait for instructions."

She took a single, deliberate step forward.

"You come in, strip completely, fold your clothes, and place them on the chair."

Claire's heart fluttered. Her breath faltered.

"And then," Rey continued, calm and composed, "you kneel beside them. Spine straight. Hands resting on your thighs. Eyes lowered."

A moment passed. Time stood still.

"Well?" she said. "Let's see if you remember."

Every muscle in Claire's body tensed; her skin prickled. But she obeyed. First, the coat. Then her top. Her bra. Skirt. Panties. One by one, each piece was removed carefully. Folded neatly. Laid out as if they were sacred.

Then she lowered herself to her knees. The rug was rough beneath her. Palms rested on her thighs. Back tall. Gaze cast downward. Her heartbeat thundered in her chest.

"Good girl," Rey murmured from behind--soft and smooth, like velvet drawn tight over steel. "That's what I like."

She circled, slow and barefoot, steps light. When she stopped, a hand came to rest gently on Claire's shoulder. And just like that, Claire felt grounded.

"Today," Rey said, her voice rich with intent, "we're going to push things further. I believe you're ready. Don't you?"

Claire nodded quickly. "Yes, Mistress."

A ghost of a smile touched Rey's lips.

"First," she said, "you'll wear a blindfold. I want you to know what it means to truly give up control--to let go of sight. Every sound, every sensation... will belong to me."

She leaned in. Claire felt the warm brush of her breath near her ear.

"Do you trust me?"

Another nod. Slower this time. The answer caught in Claire's throat. The blindfold came down over her eyes, and Rey's fingers tied it firmly behind her head. Darkness fell fast, and with it came an unexpected clarity. Her ears sharpened. Every shift in the air felt amplified.

She wasn't just naked anymore. She was vulnerable.

Rey's hands cupped her face, gentle but firm. "No speaking unless I ask you something. Or I'll gag you."

Claire barely breathed. She didn't dare speak.

"Stand."

Rey's hand guided her up, steady at her back. Claire moved slowly, trusting the touch. Blind. Open.

They stopped.

"Hands on the bench. Knees on the pads. Arch for me."

Claire reached out, felt the bench, and settled her chest down onto it. Her hips lifted, her back arched, and her knees parted.

Laid bare.

"This isn't punishment," Rey said, one hand skimming over the swell of Claire's ass. "You haven't done anything wrong."

The touch lingered. Possessive. Reverent.

"This is pleasure," she whispered. "Learning to want what once scared you."

Claire moaned--soft, involuntary--just as Rey's palm struck. A sharp slap. Open-handed. Measured. It cracked through the air and bloomed heat low in her belly. Another. Then another.

Each impact was soothed afterwards by a slow caress. A rhythm formed--stinging, comforting, repeating. Time blurred. Her hips started to move, chasing the warmth. Her breath came deeper. Skin tingled. Pain blurred into something else.

She was dripping. Open. Dizzy from the buildup.

"You're doing so well," Rey breathed. "Your body remembers."

Claire heard her shift--something picked up. A faint rustle. Leather?

Silence, then.

"You've taken everything I've given so far," Rey said. Her voice was steady. Intent. "Let's take the next step."

Claire felt something soft and heavy rest against her back. The flogger.

"This isn't punishment either," Rey said. "This is rhythm. This is trust."

The first strike was light--barely there. Then firmer. Claire flinched. But didn't pull away. And then it began.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Across her back. Her ass. Her thighs. Thick, weighted strikes that landed like drums in her body. Her breath fell into time with it. She started to move--subtle. A sway. A response. The world shrank to sensation. Heat. Skin. Sound. Her thighs were slick. Her body open. She floated in it.

Then--nothing.

The flogger stopped. Silence pressed in. Claire gasped for breath, hovering on the edge. A soft hum broke the stillness.

Oh God.

Suction. Direct, sudden, intense--locked onto her clit.

Claire cried out. Raw. Immediate. Then fingers slipping inside. One. Then two. No tease, no delay. Rey knew exactly what she was doing. She drove her forward. Fast. Relentless.

Claire moaned, high and helpless. Her body buckled, hips jerking, legs shaking.

"Don't hold back," Rey whispered. "Give it to me."

Claire broke. It hit like lightning--fast, consuming. She spasmed, breath shattering. And then she gushed. Hot. Uncontrolled.

Even Rey paused, momentarily stunned.

"... Fuck," she murmured. Low. Honest.

Claire barely registered it. She floated adrift in aftershocks.

The toy withdrew. Fingers eased out. A hand steadied her.

"You squirted," Rey said softly, reverently. "That was incredible."

Claire couldn't speak. Couldn't move.

Rey kissed her shoulder. Tender. Sure.

"You're extraordinary when you let go."

Claire lay still--knees strapped, wrists loose, body draped over the bench. Trembling. Saturated.

But Rey wasn't done.

A drawer opened. The air shifted again--charged.

"You did so well," Rey murmured. "But we're not finished yet."

Claire's throat tightened.

"You came for me," Rey said. "Now you're going to say thank you."

A shiver chased down Claire's spine. A mix of nerves and need.

Rey helped her, guiding her carefully to the bed sheets, dark, untouched, cool beneath her.

Claire lay back, exposed. Rey climbed onto her. Straddled her chest. Poised. Unshakable.

"You'll thank me with your mouth."

Claire's breath caught. She froze--not in fear, but in awe. She'd never done this. Not like this. Not with a woman.

Rey saw it.

"You don't have to be perfect," she smirked. "Just open."

Claire obeyed.

Rey lowered herself, slow and deliberate. Her heat pressed to Claire's lips. The scent, the weight, the demand.

Claire licked. Hesitant.

Rey made a sound--pleasure.

She shifted. Pressed closer.

Claire tried again. Slower. More certain.

She listened--Rey's breath, the flex of her thighs, the way her hips moved.

Rey's hand tangled in her hair. Not rough. Just firm.

"Yes," she whispered. "Just like that."

Claire moaned. Rey's hips twitched.

The rhythm came. Natural. Focused. Intent.

Rey rode her.

Claire let her.

She felt Rey's tension rise. Her breath caught. Her body tightened.

Then--release. Silent. Intense.

Rey held her close, hips grinding through every wave.

When she finally lifted herself off, her gaze was direct. Clear. She kissed her way down Claire's body, paused. Looked. Claire was flushed. Slick. Trembling.

Rey leaned in and gave one long, slow lick.

Claire jolted. Sensitive. Raw.

"You're soaked," Rey said, voice thick. "And still aching."

She kissed Claire's inner thigh. Then drew back.

"You won't come again."

Claire blinked. "What?"

Rey didn't flinch.

"You're done for tonight. No touching yourself either." Claire's mouth opened. Then closed. Her body throbbed. "Do you understand?"

A pause.

"... Yes."

"Say it."

"I understand."

Rey kissed her softly. Once. Final.

"Good girl."