Page 31 of Love Lessons: Expanded Edition

Good. He couldn’t think of too much more information that he needed to give.

Landon leaned across his bed and grabbed a cylindrical pillow. You can practice on this first. Make sure you’re hitting with the tip.

Dustin nodded, face somber in concentration. He hit the pillow a few times, then moved back a bit and did it again. He seemed to be methodically trying softer and harder hits.

You’re doing a good job. It looks like you’ve got the angle right. You should try a few more times on yourself.

Dustin pulled up his sleeve and hit himself twice, once softer and once harder. He winced at the second one. Then he did it a third time, shaking his arm afterward to relieve the sting.

Landon shivered, imagining it on his own skin. Dustin was new to this, but he had all of the right instincts and he was conscientious. The way that he’d pulled Landon’s hair earlier, holding him off balance until he was aching not to move, was a good sign for the rest of the night.

Landon’s groin tightened just thinking about it.

Landon moved to capture Dustin’s attention, then reviewed safewords and a few more details about positions and angles.

When he felt like they were both ready to go, he consciously changed his body language to move them back into the scene. He felt confident when he was submitting and seducing, using lowered eyelids and the tilt of his head to express his desire. Ready to test that out?

Dustin looked him over carefully in that intense, brooding Dom way that he pulled off so well. You’re a good teacher. I can see that you love teaching.

Landon could feel himself blinking. That wasn’t what he’d expected at all. He did love teaching. But he’d never had anyone mention it before in his kink life, unless it was at the end of a public talk or demonstration.

Dustin didn’t wait for him to answer, though. He placed the crop carefully on the side table, then crowded into Landon’s space. He moved one hand to the base of Landon’s skull, anchoring him in place.

Landon thought Dustin would come crashing into him, kissing and mauling and claiming. Or maybe do the cold, demanding Dom thing, expecting him to follow terse commands. Instead, he stayed just a hair's breadth away, their lips unbearably close but not quite touching.

Dustin moved his head along Landon’s cheek, the warmth of his skin and his breath crackling in the tiny space between them. Landon was growing desperate for his touch, for any contact beyond that tight hand at the base of his skull. But his imagination and that agonizing need were more erotic than anything he could have anticipated.

Dustin moved his lips along Landon’s collar bone, still a whisper apart. Each tiny exhalation made Landon shiver. And then he moved his hand down the front of Landon’s chest, barely stirring his scant body hair.

Landon could feel himself whimpering. Why wouldn’t Dustin just touch him already?

Dustin slowly moved his hand back up, hovering just over his chest. Landon’s imagination raced into overdrive, filling in every sensation that he needed, but which Dustin wasn’t quite giving him.

Landon looked down to watch Dustin’s hand. He circled his fingers right above Landon’s nipple, so close that Landon was positively aching for it.

He’d never been teased like this, never felt so strangely helpless and turned on by sensations that weren’t even sensations. Dustin’s hand wandered across his ribs, seeming to leave an invisible trail in its wake.

And then he hovered over Landon’s dick, making the motion of stroking downward with the tips of his fingers although he never touched. Landon could feel the heat, feel every touch, even though he knew it was all in his head.

He felt perfectly, helplessly controlled. This was the true dominance that Dustin had inside him, and it shook Landon down to his bones. All without a single touch.

Please,he finally lifted one hand to beg.

Dustin just smirked, moving his hand faster in a parody of actual pressure on his cock until Landon had pulled up every muscle tight to stop himself from leaning into that hand.

Then Dustin stopped. Get on the bed. Face up. Hands over your head.

Landon felt like he was already under his spell. He hurried to comply, not as graceful as he usually was, but wanting Dustin to see and appreciate him.

Once he was on the bed, Dustin grabbed the cuffs. But instead of clipping them on immediately, he held onto one loop while the other dangled. Then, with no apparent hurry, he began grazing the hanging cuff over Landon’s body.

Landon shivered. He was desperate and needy, and all that Dustin had done to him was grab his hair once and not-quite kiss him. Dustin might not be experienced with BDSM, but for sensuality he was amazing. Landon hadn’t even realized how much he’d crave it. It was going to be hard to find anyone else to measure up after this.

At last, Dustin climbed onto the bed. He straddled Landon’s chest and leaned over him, his chest just out of reach of Landon’s lips. He was still fully dressed, just like Landon had imagined. The button-down and jeans had that perfect air of casual and commanding, like he was naturally in charge and comfortable enough to know it.

And he was definitely acting more confident now. It was so fucking hot being nearly naked beneath him while Dustin was fully clothed. His dark eyes swept over Landon’s skin, just like he had imagined so many times over the past month. It was intense being under all of that scrutiny.

Dustin guided Landon’s hands into the cuffs, and that secure honey feeling washed through him like it always did. He could feel the pull of the chain between them where it looped around one of the bars at the head of his bed.