1 comments/ 15805 views/ 6 favorites The Private Lesson Ch. 01 By: HeartOfLilith It was a beautiful April Sunday, the first really nice day all year. Lily Morgan drove her new(well, used..new to her) 1967 Chevy Impala down the scenic highway with the windows down, enjoying the sounds and scents of nature that filled the car. She had just bought it the weekend before, and was on her way to the dojo where she trained in aikido to show it off to her sensei. Marrok Daniel arrived at the dojo around three, after having been out riding his Harley all day. He stood six-foot eight, and was well built and good looking for 45. As he got off his bike, he watched the beautiful blue-black Impala pull into the lot, and smiled when he saw Lily's copper-red hair through the window. She was always stunning in his eyes, but seeing her in such a beautiful car, and knowing it was her her first one, made her even more so. As she got out of her car, Lily couldn't help but smile at the sight of Marrok leaning against that Harley, dressed in his leathers, and looking for all the world like the dangerous bad-ass he really was. "Nice ride," Marrok said, as Lily walked over to him She smiled back brightly and said, "You too." "You ready for your first private lesson?" Lily hesitated only a second before nodding. "Sure," she replied, trying to keep the small quiver from her voice. The thought of being alone at the dojo with her sensei both excited and frightened her. And the fact that they were going to be working rape defense just added to her nerves. After all, Marrok was the one person she was sure she couldn't get away from. After she got dressed out in her workout pants and black camisole, he had her do some basic stretches, and then kneel down to bow in. They sat in seiza across from each other. "So," Marrok said, "you wanted to work on some rape defense techniques. And I'd rather I be the one to teach you, so you actually know what you're doing." Lily smiled. "Hai. Question, though. Why don't you normally teach it here? I would think that'd be something you'd want all your female students to know." Lily didn't know what had happened. One second, she was sitting in front of Marrok. And the next, she was on her stomach on the floor, with Marrok pinning her arms behind her back, one slightly leveraged so that she was held to the floor by the pressure. "This is why," he said, emphasizing his point by twisting her hand, forcing her chest even more into the floor. "I tend to get a little carried away, especially with someone as gorgeous as you." He twisted her hand a little more, and Lily cried out in pain. She tried to struggle, tried to get even one knee under herself for leverage, but the way he had her pinned, and with the amount of pressure he had on her, she couldn't move an inch. He twisted again, harder this time, and she bit back the scream in her throat, and went still. "Good girl," he crooned softly, easing off the pressure on her wrist. "The more you struggle at this point, the more you'll get hurt." He leaned down close to her ear and whispered, in a husky voice she hadn't heard him use before, "And believe me, Lily, I can hurt you plenty. I can make you scream, make you beg, and never even leave a mark." Lily whimpered, closed her eyes, and tried very hard to relax her muscles. She knew he wasn't exaggerating, and the last thing she wanted was to find out just how much pain he could cause her. "Stay still," he said, moving off of her. She obeyed. He slid his fingers into the band of her pants and panties, and pulled them down and off of her legs roughly, throwing them into a pile at the back edge of the dojo floor. He spread her legs apart, and traced one middle finger around her outer lips, and then traced down her slit till he found the sensitive little bud. He rubbed it just a little, before curling his middle finger and thumb into an 'o', and flicked hard at her clit. She jumped and cried out, bringing her hands out from behind her back to brace herself to move. He wasn't in the mood to give her a second chance. He grabbed her by the elbow closest to him, and by the opposite hip, sat down indian-style, and pulled her onto his lap on her stomach. He raised his hand and brought it down with bruising force on her ivory-pale ass cheeks. He spanked her hard for more than five minutes, leaving red hand-shaped welts on each cheek, that he knew would turn to deep bruises later. As he finished the strikes, he rubbed with firm pressure over the marks he'd made. Lily had barely made a sound this whole time, though she had tears running down her cheeks from the pain. But as Marrok pressed his hands into the flesh of her sore cheeks, she let out a loud whimper. He smacked his hand down hard and fast, just once, to remind her. He resumed rubbing her sore cheeks, mostly to relieve some of the pain. He only wanted to hurt her enough to make her compliant. He slid her off of his lap, laying her in the same position as before. He rubbed his fingers roughly down and up her slit, before pushing his middle finger all the way into her tight pussy. She was completely wet from the pain of the beating. "Such a good little sub," he told her, pulling his finger out and plunging it back in again, over and over, creating a fast, steady rhythm. Lily gasped and moaned at the sudden pleasure, but Marrok didn't stop at the noise. Instead, he added his index finger and picked up the pace, finger-fucking her hard. His hands were huge, and just two of his fingers was more than enough for her. She started to tighten around him, and he stopped. She let out a protestive 'mmph!" at the loss of motion just as she was on the edge. "Uh-uh," he chided. He pulled his fingers out briefly to flick at her clit again before putting them back in without moving them any more than needed. "You ask before you come. If you come without permission, you're going to get hurt a lot worse." She closed her eyes and bowed her forehead down to the floor. "Yes, sensei," she murmured. At her words, he began thrusting his fingers in and out of her again, immediately returning to his fast pace. She felt herself begin to tighten again with the intensity, and remembered herself before she hit the edge again. "Please," she begged between gasps, "please, Sensei, may I come?" Marrok smiled. She was learning as quickly in this as she did in class, quicker even. "You may." She did, her body locking up as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Her breath caught in her throat, and her legs trembled as she came down from the intense orgasm. As she finished, he told her, "Stay," and she did. He stood, removing his ghi pants, and tossing them over with her clothes. He stepped around and knelt in front of her, and brought her head up to level with his hard member. Lily just stared at him in shock. She hadn't realized he was that big. All 9 inches were hard, and he was at least an inch and a half around. "Open your mouth as wide as you can, and do not move," he told her. She obeyed. He put his cock in her mouth, slowly, just deep enough that he could feel where her throat began. "Now. I've been very fair to you today, especially when I could have done a lot worse. Show a little appreciation." Again, she obeyed, closing her mouth around him, sucking on his length, laving her tongue along the bottom edge of the shaft. She pulled her head back and pushed forward again and again, her tongue licking with the point on each motion. Marrok groaned. That was new for him. She bobbed back and forth a few times, and then she went all the way down, as far as she could..and then swallowed, pulling the head and some of the shaft down into her throat, pushing her nose against the dark hairs just above the base. He gasped as she swallowed him, and then put his hands on either side of her head, and began to thrust into her throat. She gagged a little, in surprise, but regained her composure and relaxed herself, allowing him to throat-fuck her. He settled into a steady rhythm, immensely enjoying the feeling of her throat around his cock. He felt his own orgasm building, and thrust faster and harder into her mouth, getting even deeper into her throat. As she sensed him about to cum, she looked up at him, her eyes meeting his and locking there, the lust she felt clearly showing through. That was all it took to put him over the edge, and he slammed his cock all the way into her throat, and held it there, exploding into her. She swallowed again and again, licking his shaft as she did, until he was completely spent. He slowly pulled himself out of her mouth, looking down at her in amazement. He knew she'd wanted him, but he hadn't realized she'd be that grateful. Plus, he'd never felt anything that amazing. His ex wife certainly was never that giving. He bent down, bringing her head up with one hand as he did, to kiss her forehead gently. "Thank you," he breathed. He stood up, taking her hand and bringing her up with him. "You're welcome," she said, as she blushed. "And thank you." They dressed in comfortable silence, each enjoying the after bliss. They walked outside, and Lily watched Marrok get onto his bike and start it up. She felt another surge of lust at the roar of the engine, and at seeing the man who had just done those things to her sitting atop it. She smiled, and before she got into her car, she asked with a grin, "So, what are we going to do for my next lesson?" Fin. The Private Lesson Ch. 02 "Do not move." The young woman stood perfectly still, the razor-sharp edge of the sword in her sensei's hands only inches from her neck. "You need to trust me enough that even when I have the sword this close to you," which he emphasized by moving it slightly closer to the tender skin covering her jugular vein, "you won't move. You won't even flinch. Understand?" "Yes, sensei." The tall instructor stood there for a moment, watching what she would do. She never moved, but allowed her breath to become steadier, calming herself, and getting used to the feeling of having that beautiful blade so close to her. In seeing this, Marrok stepped back, lowering the sword and sheathing it in a well-practiced motion. He drew it out of his belt, sheath and all, and, after bowing it out, carefully put it back in its place on the rack on the wall of the dojo. Lily only barely let her shoulders relax. She knew her sensei wasn't finished with her, and was pretty sure she knew what was coming next. Marrok turned back to her and smiled, that evil, wolfish little smile he got when he was about to do something to her that senseis weren't supposed to do to their students, especially on the dojo floor. He produced a butterfly knife from the pocket of his gi pants, showing off as he opened it, the flair of the knife spinning around having the desired effect; Lily stiffened again, unconsciously afraid of the sharp metal, and what he could do with it. He walked around behind her in a slow circle, coming to stop directly in front of her. He traced the tip of the blade lightly down her cheek. "Strip," he ordered, and she obeyed quickly, taking off everything, including her jewelry and hair tie, setting it all in a small pile on the floor, and leaving herself completely bare before him. "Spread your legs, lace your fingers together behind you." She did so. She wasn't technically allowed to do anything physical, including aikido, with anyone but Marrok and his wife. But she would occasionally get into some just-for-fun struggles with an old flame of hers, and he needed to be sure there weren't any major bruises, or any other injuries that would hurt bad when he put her down. Which he did. Fast. A variation on irimi-zuki, where instead of hitting her, his wrist landed just below her collarbone, and she was on her back and pinned before she knew what was happening. He took her hands and pinned them down at her sides, then gave her a look that said "don't move", and slid off of her. He grabbed the black nylon rope from the duffel bag on the floor, and bent her legs to tie them up. She started to tense her legs, but his thumb at the pressure point on her ankle reminded her that she had to behave, and she relaxed them. He tied her legs to themselves, bent up so she couldn't move them. He stopped for a moment to brush his hands down her legs, admiring the soft, pale skin. "You really have the most beautiful skin, Lily," he said, as he ran his hands back up her legs, and over her stomach and chest. "I wonder how pretty it will look covered in red stripes from my belt." She flinched and whimpered. Marrok stopped at that. "..Not a fan, I take it?" he asked gently. Lily took a moment to calm her breathing, and to remind herself that Marrok wouldn't hurt her beyond what she was ok with. She was his sub, and his student..not his slave. There was a difference. "Not particularly," she said in a level voice. "A belt is a bit beyond what I can take. A four-tailed medium is about my limit." "Cat-o'-nine ok, then?" Marrok asked with a sly grin, his demeanor and energy switching easily back to that of a dom. "That could still make some very pretty marks." Lily nodded. "Yes, sensei." It didn't take her any more time than it had taken him to slip back into her role. Marrok reached over to the duffel and pulled out a black-and-blue leather cat-o'-nine-tails, swinging it down to the mats once to check the weight, and how hard it would hit. Then he lifted Lily up by her shoulders, turning her around so that when he let go, she had to support herself with her hands to keep from falling on her face. The first strike was hard. Lily winced and let out a small sound as the leather tails hit her back. Marrok continued the strikes, though a little lighter. Twenty-five lashes later, Lily was crying out with each stroke. He switched to swinging the whip at her ass, harder than he had with her back. Over and over those tails smacked against her milk-white cheeks, each one leaving a bright red mark in its wake, covering her ass in red welts. He stopped every five or six lashes to knead her ass cheeks with his hands, then giving each one a hard slap before resuming with the cat-o'-nine. After about ten minutes of that he finally set the whip down. Lily was breathing hard, and her throat was sore from crying out. Marrok untied her legs, lowering her down so she lay on her stomach. He gently massaged her skin, starting with her still-red ass, eliciting a sharp hiss, and then a soft moan as the pain faded away under his rough hands. As he worked up her back and shoulders, Lily began to really relax. Combined with the deep-tissue impact of the whip, the massage was doing wonders for her tense muscles. He kept going even after her whole body was completely relaxed, placing soft kisses along her neck, licking and nibbling the small place between her neck and shoulders that always made her squirm. He left a trail of soft kisses down her spine, stopping to lick circles around the small of her back. He turned her over, now, kissing around her hip while she moved her hands and arms to lay above her head. He kissed his way over her stomach, all the way up to her soft breasts. He circled his tongue around her right nipple, then sucked it into his mouth, continuously flicking his tongue over it as he did. He did the same thing to the left, leaving both nipples as hard as they could get. Putting one leg between hers, he got on top of her, one hand reaching up to hold down both of her wrists. He bent down and kissed her hard, his lips crushing hers. He slid his other leg between hers and spread her legs with his as he slid his gi pants down enough to free his erection. He lowered himself so he could position his member at her opening. She was already very wet, and he rubbed the head of his cock through the wetness, rubbing himself up and down her slit. He waited for only a small moment at the opening before plunging himself all the way inside of her. Lily let out a small whimper, and tensed just slightly, but that was the only indication of discomfort she gave. She knew it would be rough after such a gentle massage, and knew better than to complain. It was worth the pain anyway. After a few hard thrusts, Marrok settled into a steady rhythm, just fast enough that Lily was pushed close to the edge after only a few moments. But as she got close, Marrok slowed down, not allowing her to release. As her heart rate slowed, and her muscles began to relax again, he sped up his pace, building the tension again, but slower this time than before. And again, as she reached the edge of orgasm, he slowed down again. Each time, he slowed his pace a little more, until he felt his own orgasm begin to build. As he felt himself tense, he began to thrust faster and harder, pulling her legs up to rest on his shoulders so he could go even deeper. He tightened his grip on her wrists, then, and with his other hand, tilted her head up and to the right, exposing her neck. As he felt himself begin to spasm inside her, he bent down, letting her ankles fall from his shoulders, and bit her hard in that sweet spot between her neck and shoulder. He growled his release into her neck, knowing full well the bite would leave a huge bruise. As he bit her, she peaked as well, her walls clenching around him as she came, her breath catching in her throat in response to the orgasm combined with the sweet pain of the teeth in her neck. As they came down from the afterglow, Marrok turned to Lily and said, still slightly out of breath, "You did good. Gonna have to work on tensing up so much, but for only your second lesson, you did damn good." Lily smiled at that, and blushed just slightly. "Did you enjoy it a bit more this time?" "Yea, I did," Lily said, still blushing. "Wasn't quite so scared this time. That helped." Marrok smiled, a wolfish little smile. His eyes darkened at the memory of their first time. "I'll bet." They got up and dressed, and got their things together to leave. As they walked outside, Marrok standing in front of his bike, and Lily a few feet away, heading towards her car, she turned around, bowed deeply to him, and said, "Domo arigato gozaimasu, sensei." Marrok smiled again and bowed in return. "Domo arigato, Lily." She beamed at him, and bowed again, lower, in respect. "More toys next time?" Lily asked. "Definitely," Marrok said, as he got on his Harley. He rode off, and Lily got in her car. She smiled to herself. She really loved her private lessons. Fin.