All the while he touched her, he kept whispering erotic demands, for her to relax and submit to him, until his voice in her ear was like an aphrodisiac, and her eyes half closed as she gave herself completely up to the sensation of being under his control. He traced the line of pubic hair, brushing with the barest of touches, giving her teasing glimpses of his finger against her swollen folds and growing wetness. Arianna moaned and opened her legs for him for better entry.

Grant rewarded her submission by giving her more. His head bent and he took her nipple in her mouth, sucking hard and deep, his tongue flicking the hard nub back and forth. Arianna felt the cry of need start in her belly and tear out of her mouth, and he laughed deep, one fully clothed leg nudging her ankles fully apart so she was completely exposed to him while he remained covered.

Arianna gulped for air and fought the last moments of her surrender. “No,” she gasped.

“Take off your clothes. Let me take you in my mouth. I want to feel you.” His teeth carefully bit her nipple in punishment. A mingle of pain and fierce pleasure shook through her. “My rules, baby. No more talking. Just let yourself go and give me everything you have. I want it. I can take it.” And with that, his fingers plunged hard between her legs.

Arianna screamed as the orgasm ripped through her and she convulsed around his fingers.

He never stopped or paused to allow her breath. As she toppled, his thumb stroked and played with her clitoris and he used his knee to push her thigh upward, high against the wall so his palm could stroke over her swollen, wet lips and tease her back to the edge. One peak climbed to the next. Her head thrashed against the wall as she fought the pleasure, the sheer powerlessness she felt with his hands and mouth and teeth in control of her every will, every feeling. But still he pushed, he slid down her body and then his lips had replaced his hands. He held her wide with his thumbs so her pussy was completely open, and then his tongue licked and sucked at her clit, making her swell and drip with wetness, and he massaged her vulva with that hot, wet tongue until the orgasm came again, and again and again.

Sometime in the midst of the sexual frenzy, he had moved her to the bed, limbs exhausted and sated, her mind foggy,she realized he had removed his clothes. Her gaze took in with hunger his lean litheness and dark hair swirling over olive skin, the hard, thick erection between his thighs, the power and grace he used in class to instruct now focused completely on her pleasure.

He used his body on her mercilessly, his skin hot against hers, as he flipped her on her stomach and separated her buttocks, his tongue licking again at her center, separating her and lifting upward so she had no defenses against his whim.

His hard cock pushed in and took her from behind. He thrust deep, in a slow, steady rhythm calculated to drive her insane, keeping her final climax from coming with a determination and will she had never glimpsed in a man. He brought her to the edge over and over, backing off with his thrusts and pausing as he laughed when she thrashed and bucked, trying to make him do it, come inside of her, as she yelled his name over and over.

Her demands became broken hearted pleas as the sexual torture went on and she felt slowly driven insane. Her clit felt the friction and she reached hard for the edge, for satisfaction, until he slowed his thrusts while his hands massaged her heavy breasts. Teasing. Teasing. And then starting all over again.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his voice as rough as sandpaper against the sensitive shell of her ear. His tongue licked and bit at her earlobe, the sensitive curve of her neck, biting deep like a vampire.

“Please make me come,” she begged, her pride and sanity long gone. “Grant, I need you, I need you.”

With a rough growl, he drove inside of her again and again, letting her go toward the edge, and then with a final thrust, she felt herself lift and let go, the spasms of release holding and shaking her body in tremors, his name breaking over lips. She heard his distant shout as he allowed himself to come inside of her. Then he lifted and rolled her, tucking her body against every crevice of his and sleep came and overtook them both.

* * *

“Are you awake?”

Arianna shimmered from sleep, her limbs heavy. One leg tangled between his hard thighs. Her breasts pressed against his muscled back. Darkness enfolded the room except for the sliver of moonlight leaking through the gap in the drapes. His husky voice reached out and caressed her ears.

“No. I’m dead.”

She felt his chest move under her palm and knew he was laughing at her. “I’m disappointed. I thought you had more stamina.”

“If I had a white handkerchief, I’d wave it in the air. Thank God I don’t have to demonstrate any postures tomorrow. I'll be lucky to walk.” He moved so he faced her. His gaze was deep and dark as he smoothed back the wild strands of hair from her face. “I’m giving you the night off from class tomorrow.”

“Good.” She paused. “Are we keeping our relationship a secret?” Grant traced the line of her jaw with a gentle finger. “We’re not a couple of teen-agers, but I need to be careful.” He seemed to struggle with his words. “I’m afraid if the other students know I’m involved with you it will change the dynamic in class. I’d like to keep our relationship private. For now. Is that okay with you?”

Arianna let his warm fingers massage her temple, play with her hair, and gave herself up to his ministrations. “I think so. I respect what you built, Grant. You’re a wonderful teacher.” He seemed to shrug off the praise, but she framed his face with her hands to make him listen. “Listen to me. I love my life, but I was going down the wrong path. I forgot what it felt like to breathe and just be in the moment. You taught me that. You demystified yoga and meditation to make it user friendly, but you’re also there to step up the learning process when someone is interested. I watch the students when you speak. You mesmerize them because you’re full of passion.” She covered his lips with hers and let the sweetness between them ebb and flow. When she pulled back, he leaned in, but she pushed him back, laughing. “Leave me alone, no more sex tonight.”

“Spoilsport,” he growled.

“How did you end up being a yoga teacher?” she asked. “Most men I know are into karate or that Xtreme fighting thing.”

“I studied karate for years, but something was missing in it for me.” He rolled back onto the pillows and stared at the ceiling, as if playing back a memory. “Everything felt forced. Push through the pain, punish the body, more and more discipline. I respect the principles, but felt we were missing a core in the practice. A buddy of mine studied yoga and invited me to one of his classes. It all clicked for me, and I knew I wanted to study further.”

“What did you do before you opened up your school?”

“I worked in the restaurant business. I cooked, waited tables, washed dishes. I was going to open up my own restaurant.”

“Shut up.”

He laughed. “No, really. The food industry’s nuts. Lots of smoking, hard drinking, partying. Hooking up with wait staff, working nights and weekends. It’s a culture all unto itself. I burned out fast.”

“They seem like opposite worlds,” she murmured, her chin resting on his chest. “Do you miss it? Ever regret what you do now?”

“No. I love teaching, and I love the way I feel when I practice. I began noticing how yoga classes were held in basements and churches, but there were no real schools around. I took a leap of faith, made up a curriculum, and sunk all my savings into it. The rest, as they say, is history.”

“And how, pray tell, did tantra come into play? Or is that a double innuendo?” He laughed at her tongue in cheek comment and kissed her hard. “I don’t think I want to volunteer this information.”

Immediately, she perked up. “Too late. I’m holding my body ransom for information.”

“I surrender.” He tweaked her nipple gently while he spoke. “Like I said, the restaurant business was fast and loose. Sex to me was wham, bam, thank you ma’am.” He winced in embarrassment. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but I sucked in bed.” Her mouth fell open like a guppy’s. “Liar.”

“No, truth. When I switched over to yoga, I read up on the ancient practices which were also a spiritual way for men to harness their energy. When a man comes, his energy is drained.” Arianna lifted one brow. “Is that why they have athletes practice celibacy before a game?”

“Exactly. Except tantra also deepens your meditation practices, and helps build a more intimate relationship. I realized I was always rushing to get to the last moment, and then immediately, I needed another hit. It was addicting, but there seemed no end to the cycle. With tantra, each level is so pleasurable, and leads to the next. There’s no more end result because it’s all one.”

Arianna quoted him again. “It’s all in the journey.”

“Like I said, my best student.”

Arianna let the comfortable silence wrap around them, their breathing the only sound in the room. She thought about his words, and thought about the new feelings blossoming inside of her. Finally, she ventured her last question. “Do you regret giving up your first school? Having to start over?”

His muscles tightened for a moment, then relaxed. “Sometimes. I think about what could have been, but I realize now I married someone I didn’t know. She was a student and got wrapped up in the practices. I thought she was my soul–mate, a business partner and a wife. But I don’t think she ever really loved me. She loved the idea of me, the perfect teacher and mentor.