“It’s a surprisingly good work out, ma’am,” he said, completely honestly. A little hard on his knees when he dropped too quickly, but he’d found using a cushion at home helped. And practice kept him from feeling like an awkward water buffalo when surrounded by all the ladies in class who were a lot more graceful than he was.

She threw back her head, letting out a throaty laugh and he felt his half-hard cock swell to full erectness as her eyes came back down to focus on him. Silvery and seductive, filled with satisfaction at seeing him on his knees before her.

“Mmmm… you have been a bit naughty, haven’t you?” she asked, putting a little bit of a growl into her voice, her hand sliding into his hair to take a firm grip and pull his head back. Luke’s dick jerked in reaction and he swallowed hard.

From the smile on her face and the teasing look in her eyes, he knew she wasn’t serious. They’d talked in class about scenes where the submissive was punished for being bad, even if they’d done nothing wrong. Except he had kind of done something wrong, hadn’t he? Even if she’d apologized too.

And for some reason knowing he deserved a bit of punishment turned him on even more.

So he said “Yes, ma’am” without even a hint of irony.

“Good, cupcake. Now let’s take off this shirt. Ah-ah… hands behind your back until I need them free.”

It felt both strange and sexy to be kneeling while Olivia slowly undid his shirt buttons, her eyes following the trail of skin down his chest and belly as it was revealed. She was giving herself her own striptease of his body. Instinctively, he found himself tensing his muscles as her eyes roved over them, showing them off for her.

Her smile of appreciation sent a wave of satisfaction through him, his skin tingling as she dragged the pad of one finger down the center of his chest, tracing his muscles.

“You are very pretty,” she murmured, pushing the shirt off his shoulders.

Luke scowled as he dropped his arms so he could remove the shirt completely. “I am not pretty.”

She laughed again. “The guys don’t like being called cute by their ladies, you don’t like being called pretty by me, but that doesn’t make any of you less cute or less pretty.”

“I’m not pretty,” he insisted. “Or cute.”

Olivia bent and slid her fingers into the waistband of his jeans, making him suck in a breath as her fingers dipped low and grazed the tip of his cock. The tightness of his belt kept her from being able to touch him more firmly and he felt like whimpering as his hips automatically jutted forward, trying to create more stimulation, more contact.