The Awakening Society by JM Madden Page A

head and took his ID back when she handed it to him. “Yes, ma’am.”
    “Let’s lose the ma’am. My name is Tonya. For what we’re going to be doing, you need to be comfortable. Unfortunately, I have to make you uncomfortable first. Harrison, I need you to undress.”
    Blue eyes widened incredulously. “Ma’am?”
    She smiled at him, familiar with the reaction. “I’ll fill you in on a few things, Harrison. You are going to have three orgasms tonight. Once will be as you stand in front of me here. I won’t touch you at all, but I can guarantee you will enjoy the experience. I’ve found that for what I do, the sooner you knock the first orgasm off, the easier it is to teach you with the next two. You will have better focus and concentration. Can you come three times in one night, Harrison?”
    “Yes, Tonya.”
    “Good. Then I’m going to tie you to the bed and instruct you on the art of pleasing a woman. The faster you learn, the faster you will get to fuck me.”
    He tipped his head forward, shielding his eyes, and grinned.
    A convulsive shudder ran through her. That smile was surprisingly charming. She’d thought he was a virgin, but that smile hinted otherwise. “Harrison, have you ever been with a girl before?”
    That slight glimmer of charm slipped away, to be replaced with chagrin. “No, ma’am. Tonya. Sorry.”
    He had a look to him which Southern girls would probably avoid - a little too studious, a little too strait-laced, a little too exactly what Momma wanted her to bring home. These days, Southern girls liked wild boys, big and brash and noisy, with big trucks and even bigger egos.
    “Don’t be sorry, Harrison. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. By the time you leave here tonight, you will be able to make love to any woman, and leave her wanting more. I’ve been teaching boys like you for many years, and I can guarantee you will become a man here.”
    He watched her carefully, and he gave a single nod when she was done. “Okay.”
    “Now, I want you to unbutton your shirt.”
    He took a bracing breath before reaching up to release the first button on his white shirt. The second seemed to come easier and the rest after that. He stopped when the sides of the shirt hung open, framing a pale but lean and well-developed chest. Tonya ran her fingernails against the fabric of the couch, wanting to touch.
    “What sport do you play in school, Harrison?”
    “Tennis, ma-Tonya.”
    She tipped her head to one side, and ran a heavy curl through her fingers.
    “It’s done well for you. Keep playing, Harrison. Did you talk to your father before you came here?”
    That slow red wash crawled up his sparsely haired chest, his neck, and into his cheeks. “Yes.”
    “And what did he say?”
    Behind the glasses, his eyes widened before they dropped to the floor.
    “He said that coming here would make me a well-rounded man, and that it would prepare me for finding a proper Southern wife.”
    Tonya smiled. It pleased her that Harrison Jr. remembered her words so clearly. Almost verbatim. “That’s right, Harrison. Men are like ducklings. The way they learn to make love is generally how they continue throughout their lives. I’m here to ensure you learn to make love correctly. Sex is fine and wonderful, but when you find that perfect woman, you need to know how to treat her properly. I am going to teach you some of the finer points. Now, continue undressing.”
    He blinked at her and firmed his jaw. Shrugging out of the shirt, he took the time to fold it and lay it over the back of a chair. Tonya recognized the stalling tactic for what it was, and let him do it his way. They had time. His loafers were lined up neatly beneath that same chair, and each sock was stuffed into the corresponding shoe. He hesitated at the belt-buckle, but after a few seconds, flung the pieces apart and stepped out of his pants. They were folded along the front crease and laid over the arm of the chair. His glasses were placed