“Some of you are probably wondering why I had you stand just to kneel down again,” Olivia said. “However, three of you obeyed even if you weren’t sure why, and that is the correct response.” Part of him wilted a little, knowing he wasn’t one of the three. “In a scene, your dominant may ask something of you which seems odd, nonsensical, or even power-trippy. If you’re worried about your safety, you can always safeword. However, you should also consider there may be a reason you’re ordered to do something, even if you don’t know what it is at the time.

“I wanted you to get up and kneel down again so you could practice getting back into position. You’re going to need to practice this at home. I can tell Morgan has been practicing on her own even after her relationship ended because of how graceful she is. Most dominants won’t fault beginners for kneeling unattractively, but some will, and I have found most submissives prefer to feel graceful as they kneel. The only way to achieve that is practice, over and over, and eventually it will be natural and you won’t even need the small corrections back into position once you’re on your knees. Now. Everyone back up.”

Luke rose, suddenly aware of how inelegant his own movements were as he did so. And when Olivia ordered them back down again, he didn’t hesitate this time but he definitely wasn’t as graceful as he wanted to be either. He found himself peeking over to see Morgan, who was flushed pink with pleasure as she completed her own flowing movements.

Yeah, he definitely didn’t look like that. It was like comparing a ballerina to a water buffalo.

Olivia’s hand threaded through his hair again and she pulled his head back. His breath caught in his throat as she leaned forward over him. His immediate impulse was to look at the creamy mounds of her breasts, but he found he couldn’t tear his gaze away from her silver, steely gaze. The confines of his pants felt exquisitely tight as his heart rate picked up, blood rushing through his body and pooling in his groin.

“Don’t compare yourself to others,” she murmured, low enough he would be the only one to hear. “Especially those with far more practice than you. Just do the best you can do and I will be pleased.”

I will be pleased.

Luke didn’t understand why those words had such an electrifying effect on him, but they did. In that moment, with her eyes boring into his, her hand gently but firmly gripping his hair and bending his head back, all he wanted to do was please her.

“Yes, ma’am,” he managed to choke out.