“Sorry,” Kincaid replied, actually looking a little embarrassed. “I think I’m not getting enough sleep. I didn’t actually mean to say that out loud.” He rubbed his hand over his face and into his hair, making him look like a little kid who had been caught out. Which, at his size, was an amusing visual.

“Are you sure you’re okay to instruct tonight?” Olivia asked, stepping closer to peer up at him. “Patrick’s here, he can—“

“No, no, I’m good,” Kincaid said, shaking his head. “I’ll feel better if I can actually do something productive, even if it has nothing to do with the case.”

“Okay then. Go join the others, we’ll start in a minute,” she told him. Nodding, Kincaid headed towards the other Doms as Olivia turned to Luke, giving his naked torso a long, appreciative look.

He raised his eyebrows at her. “I don’t see Mistress Lisa here this evening.”

“No,” said Olivia, with a slow smile reminiscent of the Cheshire Cat. “No, you don’t.”

Thirty minutes later, Luke was almost questioning why he’d wanted Olivia to instruct him instead of Mistress Lisa. Now he understood why Olivia had initially been reluctant to do so. With Mistress Lisa, the classes had been almost clinical; even if there was some physical strain at some points and he’d had to trust her, the scenes had lacked real intimacy. With Olivia, it became a real scene. She had him stripped down so he was completely naked, had plugged him, put a cock ring around his shaft and balls, and was flogging his entire body while he was strung up in the middle of the Interrogation Room.

He loved it. He hated it. His balls felt like they were going to burst, his whole body was becoming more and more sensitive to the touch as the leather caressed his skin, and when she raked her nails down his back he almost screamed at the shocking sensation.

Holding his cock in one hand, playing with the plug in his ass with her other, Olivia brought him to a shuddering, screaming orgasm.

Afterwards, they cuddled on the couch while she stroked his hair. Luke felt almost dizzy from the intensity of the scene. He’d been so much more invested in it, so much more present in it, than he had any of the teaching scenes with Mistress Lisa. This hadn’t felt like Olivia had instructed him at all, it just felt like she was leading him down the path of sinful depravity and he was only too happy to follow.

The week before the Stronghold Holiday Party was an odd one.

Olivia felt torn in several different directions.