She stops whipping him. "I'm not so sure you are flawless. Come into the bedroom."

He nods. "Yes, Rachel." 

He follows her. 

"You call me 'ma'am.'"

She pulls off her shirt, skirt, and underwear. She's a very conventionally attractive woman: her breasts are large and well-formed, her waist slim, her hips curvy, her legs long.

"Yes, ma'am." 

She is, objectively, attractive. Marlo can't feel anything but dread. 

She sits on the bed. "Kiss me."

"Yes, ma'am." 

Whenever he's kissed girls before, there was leadup. Kissing Rachel with none at all feels even more strange and vaguely-unpleasant than kissing usually feels. 

She puts a hand in his hair and pulls it while she's kissing him. 

She probably wants a reaction — he hisses and moves his head pliantly where she seems to want it and keeps kissing her. 

She takes one of his hands and places it on her breast.

He's still not really sure what one is supposed to do with breasts but how about he holds it? that works. He puts his other hand on Rachel's side and kisses her deeper. 

She makes a "hm" noise into his mouth and then guides his hand with hers, showing him how to touch it.

He can do that. It's just following instructions, it's not that hard. 

He feels like he's slightly to the left of himself. 

"Kiss down my neck," she says, pulling away from the kiss. She glances at his facial expression and says, "show me what makes Chris like you so much."

Okay. Okay. He, he can do that. 

He arranges his face so it's smiling and touches her the way she'd taught him and kisses her again, moves from her mouth to her jawline down her neck and back up. You, he kisses. Because, apparently, you are flawless. 

She rewards him with little hisses and moans that would probably be a lot more interesting if he were attracted to women at all. 

It's good to know what she likes, he can repeat it. He moves his hand from her breast to the back of her shoulder, pulls her a little bit closer, Melissa liked when he did that, and he rubs the thumb of his other hand in small circles against her side. 

"Yes, like that-- try kissing my breasts."

Rachel ponders whether to mention that Marlo is incurably depressing and concludes that mentioning it would probably just make him more depressing. 

Alright. He can do that. He keeps kissing her neck for a moment before he murmurs "Yes, ma'am" against her skin and moves down. 

"Mm, yes, like that-- a little to the right-- very good-- softer-- try using your hands too-- oh, you are a fast learner."

An incurably depressing fast learner, but we can't have everything.

He focuses entirely on Rachel's responses to what he's doing; it doesn't take long to learn what kind of pressure she likes, and where she likes it. 

She's been around slaves long enough to know how to think of them as being a sort of mobile sex toy. 

"Oooh, very nice. So this is why Chris loves you-- ooh."

Oh — for just a second there he can almost operate on instinct, for just a second there kissing – someone – almost feels natural —the feeling fades after barely half a second, of course, but it was there — he runs his hands over her and lets So this is why Chris loves you echo around in his head. 

Huh. Apparently Marlo's depressingness is curable with mentions of Chris.

Rachel says, "Get between my legs, I'm going to give Chris a review of your oral skills."

"Yes ma'am." 

He isn't completely unfamiliar with this but he's much less familiar with it than he is with kissing. He sticks to kissing his way down her torso and putting his hands on her hips until he has more of an idea where she wants him to start. 

She grabs his head and shoves it where she wants it to go. "Lick."