Leather and Lace

Lesson One

Some of the members couldn't believe that someone could be turned on by receiving pain while the others couldn't help but imagine being in Sang's place with a specific someone beneath them begging for more.

"What color pet?" her sultry voice snapped them out of their reverie.

"Green Miss S."

The team members were so enraptured with the scene in front of them that they didn't notice the other people around them. There were soft gasps of pleasure, the slight rustle of fabric, and the wet smacking of lips against another.

Sang looks straight into the crowd, completely disregarding the Blackbourne and Toma Team. "Ask her for forgiveness and I'll stop," she tells the quivering mess in front of her.

"Please mistress! I'm sorry!"

After a few more swats Sang receives the signal and stops the punishment. She trails her nails over his skin until she reaches his ear which she slightly rubs affectionately, "Such a good boy for taking his punishment splendidly."

She reaches down to untie the rope binding his wrists to the bench and helps him stand up. He stumbles a bit and holds onto her arm tightly, his eyes still dazed. They walk over to a woman as the crowd disperses, leaving the three, that are already talking, and the Academy boys.

Soon the woman and the man leave as well.

Sang glances at the remaining men, "I'm assuming you know your way around, head back into my office and we'll have a little chat. I'll be there in a minute." She pulls the other members of her team into the VIP rooms.

When they arrive, they took a seat on the large sectional and various chairs scattered across the office. A few moments later, Sang enters, her black strappy heels clicking against the hard floor.

She ignores their stares as she rummages through her liquor cabinet for a specific bottle. Aha! Four Roses Single Barrel.

She pours herself a glass and leaned on the edge of the desk, looking over the main floor of the club. With a brief glance at the men, she takes a sip and sighs, taking a seat.

"Does anyone want something to drink?" she asks them. Most of them shook their head.

"Esli u vas net moego liubimogo, to net," Raven mumbles.

Sang laughed lightly, "I don't know what your favorite is but would Baltika 6 Porter do?"

The Russian just gazed upon her, eyes glimmering with adoration and wonderment. Marc, who sat beside him, nudged the man with his elbow to no avail. Sang just giggled softly and grabbed a bottle for the Russian. "I'll take that as a yes."

Even with the bottle in his hand, Raven couldn't stop staring at the goddess in front of him. He couldn't help but think she'd make the perfect wife. Beautiful, kind, and caring. And Russian!

"Before we proceed with an in-depth discussion regarding what the other members of my team have already told you, does anyone have questions regarding what happened on the floor?" She looks at them, her face now blank and serious.

Kota clears his throat, "Yes. I just... I just don't understand how someone can enjoy something like that."

Sang held in a snort, "For once the science man can't even comprehend something that has a purely scientific reason." She leaned back into her seat as Kota gaped at her in confusion. "Love, sex, pain, and aggression stimulate the release of similar hormones and chemicals. The endorphins that are released during a painful experience can be perceived as pleasurable.

"Serotonin and melatonin production can be stimulated by stress and pain, which would convert a once painful ordeal into a pleasurable one. The release of epinephrine and norepinephrine during pain can cause a pleasant rush, which can be found during a runner's high or orgasmic release." She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Everyone has their own thing they like. Some like kisses on the neck, some get off on pain, just how you—" she looks pointedly at Kota— "get aroused when someone touches your ear."