by LK Shaw
“If I weren’t so anxious to get a taste of you, I wouldn’t have been so hasty.”
Now it was my turn to be surprised. Which rarely happened. I needed to take control of this situation.
“Well, then, Miles.” I drew out his name as my hand found its way to his chest before trailing south. I lightly caressed the bulge in his pants for a little tease before twining our fingers together and lightly tugging him toward a private room at the back of the club. “Why don’t you follow me? I’d hate to keep you waiting any longer.”
We threaded through the various members scattered around the club. Miles’ gaze darted everywhere around the room, taking everything in. There were several things that I could tell shocked him, and I sensed he wanted to ask questions, but he remained silent as we reached the perimeter of the common room. A dungeon monitor stood guard at the entrance to the hallway that led to the private play rooms off the main room. He nodded as we passed.
“Mistress Jasmine.”
“Good evening, Damien. We’ll be using Room 3, if it’s available.”
“Yes, Mistress. It’s all yours.”
I nodded my thanks and directed Miles to the third room on the right. Once we were both inside, I gestured for Miles to be seated on the cushioned wingback chair that sat next to the fireplace against the farthest wall. There wasn’t a fire burning, but it provided the room with a feeling of pseudo-warmth and coziness.
“So, Miles, why don’t you tell me what brings you to Eden? My assessment earlier was accurate. You are new here.”
“In all honesty, I’m here because my asshole friend bugged the shit out of me about coming for a week straight. I only agreed to shut him up. Although, if I’d known I’d find a woman like you here, I would have come sooner.”
“A woman like me?”
“I hear you like to take charge.”
“Do you enjoy having a woman take charge, Miles?”
He shrugged, as though undecided. “It’s never been the case before. However, I have a feeling I’d enjoy you taking charge.”
Chapter 6
Something about this woman kept ringing familiar. The tilt of her head. The shape of her chin. The way she stared into my eyes as though she already knew everything about me. I hated that I couldn’t put my finger on it. Deciding to let it go for now, I focused on seeing where this encounter led. The path had been satisfying so far. I hadn’t lied when I said I wouldn’t mind being told what to do by her. It was almost a relief to not have to think about things.
“Why don’t you tell me a little about yourself, Miles?” Even though it seemed like a question, I heard the command behind her words. While I was fully on board with a little female sexual domination, there was no reason for it to go any further than that. Mistress or not, Jasmine didn’t need to know anything more about me than how well I fucked.
“No offense, but I followed you in here for one thing, and one thing only. My personal life isn’t up for discussion. If that’s a pre-requisite for anything you have planned, then it’s best we say our goodbyes now.”
She studied me for several tense minutes in which I refused to back down. I knew the minute she accepted defeat. Her head bobbed in acknowledgement.
“Very well, let’s get on with it then. You may not touch me until I give you permission. Also, you may not come until I say you can. Are we clear?”
As hard as it would be to follow her commands— my hands already itched to touch her— I allowed her to lead the game.
“Yes, Mistress.”
Before I’d even finished my sentence, she began unwinding the fabric that crisscrossed over her breasts. My mouth watered at the sight of her lushness as each globe was exposed. I wanted to nibble on the pebbled tips. Jasmine slowly moved over to the vanity inset into the wall, exposing her back to me, and draped the small scrap of fabric over the back of the chair tucked under the counter. She peeked at me over her shoulder as she slowly began lowering what I now saw was a thong down her toned legs.
As she bent, a hint of pussy was exposed as she lifted one leg, then the other, to step out of the scrap of satin. She carefully laid it next to the “top” she’d just removed. She turned back to me and stood proudly naked, except for her black mask and high heels. The anticipation of seeing her face fully thrummed through my veins.
“Do you like what you see, Miles?”
Struck dumb, I could only nod.
“Answer me in words.”
I swallowed hard. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Good boy.”
Oddly, I preened at Jasmine’s approval. “Will you remove your mask, Mistress?”
She shook her head, her long brown hair dancing across her shoulders, as she advanced toward me. “Seeing my face is a privilege you must earn. Now, remember, no touching without my permission.”
I placed my forearms on the arms of the chair and stared up at her. My eyes followed the movement of her hands as she reached up to cup her breasts. A groan escaped me when she pinched and tugged at her nipples. My fingers dug into the upholstery. The sweet smell of arousal wafted into my nostrils. It became even stronger as Jasmine’s legs parted, and she straddled my lap. Without conscious thought, my hands reached out to grasp her hips.
“Uh uh,” she chided, as she removed my hands from her body and placed them back on the chair. “I told you, no touching without permission. Since you’re new to this, you get one free pass. If it happens again, we’re done here. Understood?”
She didn’t wait for my agreement before she began unbuttoning my shirt, slowly exposing my chest and abs to her view. My muscles twitched at her inspection, and I was glad I’d pushed myself so hard at the gym in an effort to focus on something besides Malcolm’s face and all the blood. Damn it. Don’t think about him now. Moments passed before I realized Jasmine had stopped. I glanced at her quizzically.
“Miles, are you okay?” Her words were soft and gentle.
A fake smile graced my lips, and I laughed off her concern. “Of course. I have a beautiful, naked woman straddling my lap. Who wouldn’t be okay?”
“You just looked—”
“I said I was fine.” I tried not to snap at her. “Please continue, Mistress.”
For a moment, she looked as though she wanted to say something else, but she closed her mouth and continued removing my shirt.
“I’m only continuing because I choose to, not because you requested it. Remember who’s in charge here, Miles.”
I leaned forward to help her when she struggled a little. My chest puffed out as she continued her inspection. Her long nails, painted blue, lightly scratched a streak down my sternum, her touch gentling as she followed the narrow trail of hair until it disappeared into the waistband of my pants. She flicked my nipples, causing me to flinch, more from being startled at the unexpected move than pain.
My nails dug into my skin as I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to touch her again. I had no desire for this to end, so I kept them at my sides. The anticipation was going to kill me though. Suddenly, one of my prayers was answered. Jasmine leaned down, her hair blanketing the both of us, and touched her lips to mine. A current exploded through me, and I actually jumped at the sensation. I knew she felt it too, if the shudder that coursed through her was any indication.
Her hands threaded through my hair as she deepened the kiss, my mouth opening when her tongue demanded entrance. Our tongues tangled, and I inhaled sharply when her breasts crushed against my chest, her nipples poking hard into my skin. Her hips began a slow undulation as she ground her pussy against my pelvis. Her wetness soaked through my pants, and pre-come leaked from my cock straining for release behind my zipper.
I wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to last not being able to touch her. I needed to feel her silky-smooth skin beneath my hands like I needed air to breathe. The only thought racing through my head right now was how much I needed to fuck her, to make her scream my name just like she said she was going to. I wanted to know what her swee
t pussy tasted like, to feel the flavors burst on my tongue as I plunged it into her. My ears were straining; they wanted to hear the soft mewling sounds she’d make when I nibbled and bit on her clit.
My heart stopped beating when she pulled away from me and climbed off my lap. It started up again when she held her hand out.
“Come with me.”
They were the only words of invitation I needed. I jumped up and placed my hand in hers knowing, suddenly, I’d follow Jasmine anywhere she led me.
Chapter 7
Finally, Miles recognized the pull between us, even if he didn’t exactly know who it was behind this mask. So much time wasted. Now, I had him right where I wanted. And where I knew he wanted to be. There were no illusions that if he realized ‘Jasmine’ was really me, this night would have ended a long time ago. However, until that realization came, I was proceeding as is. Miles’ hand felt warm in mine as I led him over to the bed.
An oomph of air escaped his lips when I pushed him so he fell backward onto the bed. I didn’t skip a beat when I crawled over him and straddled his chest. I looked down at him through hooded eyes, my hands on his shoulders. A roller coaster of emotions raced through me. Lust, love, hope, and fear. Finally, I was going to be with Miles, but I was so scared that this was nothing but a dream and once I woke up, I’d still be alone.
I shook off the fear and concentrated on the man beneath me. His body was covered in a sheen of sweat, and I knew he was doing everything in his power to follow my instructions not to touch me. I didn’t want to punish him anymore. I needed to feel his hands on me.
“Touch me,” I commanded. Before I’d even finished the sentence his hands were clutching my thighs so tightly, his fingers turning white. Slowly, as if to torture the both of us, my hips undulated under his grip, grinding my hot, wet heat into his chest, as though marking him with my wetness and scent. Miles was mine.
My hips shifted again, and this time I was directly beneath his chin. His nostrils flared as he breathed in my scent. The muscled cords of his neck stuck out with the force of restraint he used to stop from lifting his head to feast on the bounty directly in front of him.
“You’ve been a good submissive. I can see how much you’re struggling to refrain from doing anything without my command. I’m so proud of you. I think you deserve a treat. What do you think?”
He nodded eagerly in agreement. “Yes, Mistress. I definitely deserve a treat.”
I tsked at his response. “Naughty submissive. The correct response should have been ‘only if it pleases you, Mistress’.”
He groaned, but bit out the words. “Only if it pleases you, Mistress.”
“Ah, such sweet words. It pleases me beyond belief, Miles.”
Apparently, he took that as permission, because suddenly I found his head buried between my thighs as he dragged me up to his face. His nose was buried in the small tuft of hair at the top of my mound, and his tongue unerringly found entrance into my wet channel. He pushed it deep before pulling it out and lapping a path from slit to clit. He returned back to my hole and plunged it inside again. He traced random patterns and flicked my clit. Jesus, this man knew how to use his tongue. Pressure built inside me and, without warning, exploded in a maelstrom of colors and sounds. Only Miles could have made me come that fast.
Suddenly, I was flat on my back, my legs thrown over Miles’ shoulders. My Domme side fought hard to not take back some control, but another swipe of his tongue made rational thought impossible. I could only lie there and enjoy the pleasure. His mouth never moved from my pussy as he continued his assault. I was soaked and could feel the wetness dripping down my ass. He worked magic with his tongue, and I swore I saw stars. He lapped up my cream as though he was eating his last meal and wanted to savor every drop. I’d already had one orgasm, but I was on the precipice of the next. Shock flowed through me that he was bringing me to another release this quickly after my last orgasm. Miles’ tongue curled around my clit, and he drew it roughly into his mouth, adding a slight sting with his teeth. The fingers in his hair tightened, and I added my own bite of pain as I pulled his hair. This only encouraged him more.
The pounding need inside me grew and began to spread, signaling I was about to come. I tilted my head up and our eyes latched on to each other’s. We continued to stare at the other, and then Miles thrust two fingers inside my channel, and I screamed his name as another powerful orgasm rushed through me. Miles didn’t stop though. He continued finger fucking me and nibbling on my clit, and when I was almost to the point of pain, another climax hit, and I shuddered in his arms. I collapsed in exhaustion, tiny tremors still coursing through my body.
I barely felt him remove his fingers from me. A satisfied sigh escaped me as I lay in a boneless heap beneath Miles. His soft breath teased the inside of my thigh as he slowly removed my legs from over his shoulders. They were like Jell-O, so I couldn’t even help him. Never before had I been so satisfied sexually.
“You were right.”
I opened one eye to peer up at Miles who sat on his knees staring down at me. His face glistened with my juices, and another small tremor of arousal coursed through me at the sight.
“About?”
“You said you’d scream out my name when you came.”
I laughed lightly. “Well, I have to give credit where credit is due. You are a machine when it comes to eating pussy.”
An adorable blush crossed his cheeks at my dirty words, and his gaze dropped from mine.
“I want to see you again.”
My heart skipped at his words. “I’m sure Bryce would be happy to invite you back.”
His brow wrinkled. “How do you know Bryce invited me this time? I never told you my friend’s name.”
Shit. My brain raced to correct my error. I shrugged, trying for nonchalance. “When I first saw you, you were talking to Bryce. I guess I assumed he was the friend you were referring to.”
His face cleared, and I mentally sighed in relief. “Oh, yeah, he was. But, I meant, I want to see you outside of here. Maybe we could go out for dinner this weekend.”
I thought about his invitation. I wanted to accept, but I also didn’t want to lead him on. At least not as Jasmine. I wanted him to see me, Josie. And he wasn’t ready to accept what was right in front of him. Not yet. Besides, there was a lot I could teach him through BDSM about submission. The power and control behind it. Like me all those years ago, Miles needed to harness that control. It would keep him sane.
“Sorry, but I don’t date.”
“What do you mean, you don’t date?”
I needed the advantage here, and lying flat on my back wasn’t going to give it to me. I moved off the bed and walked over to where my clothes lay to start dressing.
“I think my statement was self-explanatory. I. Don’t. Date. You’re welcome to come back here to Eden, and we can scene, but remember, I’m the one in control. And you said yourself, you’ve never had a woman take charge before. What happened here tonight was vanilla compared to what would happen if you returned. You’ll need to understand the true meaning of submission. You may not think you’re submissive, but from our interaction, you may be surprised by what you learn about yourself. Think on that before you decide.”
I’d finished dressing and made my way to the door, opening it as I turned back to look at Miles now sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Talk to your friend about Domination and submission. About safe words. About power exchange. If it’s something you’d like to explore further, feel free to return and ask for me.”
I couldn’t help blowing him a kiss as I closed the door behind me. Let him ponder that.
Chapter 8
Stunned by Jasmine’s words and departure, I could only sit on the edge of the bed trying to process what just happened. No one could have been more surprised than me by how I’d responded to her. It wasn’t even the oral sex. Her unspoken commands screamed domination, even though I sensed how much she was holding back. She
was right. This was vanilla. Oral sex happened between regular couples every day. She was also correct in that I needed to talk to Bryce about what submission meant. And what the hell a safe word was. Although, the connotation behind it seemed pretty self-explanatory.
Never before had I had this urge to be under the power of a woman, but somehow, with her, Jasmine, it felt… right. Exciting, even. I’d basked under her words of praise. It somehow pleased me to please her. I didn’t mean sexual pleasure, although that was a large component. The thought of her instructing me to do something and following her commands actually made me happy. Content. I didn’t have to think about anything. I could give myself over to her and know that everything would be okay. It just clicked.
What did that say about me as a man, though? Did being submissive make me weak? I hadn’t felt weak when I was with Jasmine. Quite the opposite, in fact. I felt powerful. I was the one who gave her the multiple orgasms. My name was the one she’d screamed out when she climaxed. She may have dominated and controlled the situation, but I still had power. Needing to find Bryce, I quickly donned my discarded shirt and headed back out to the public room in search of my friend.
Ten minutes later I had yet to find Bryce. I’d just about given up hope when I stopped dead in my tracks. Not fifty feet away from me stood someone I never expected to see here. I walked over, pointedly ignoring the almost naked redhead with the Kelly green mask on at his side, especially considering she was his fiancée.
“Connor?” Shock was evident in my tone. Of course, Connor would be the rule breaker. The only person in the entire room not wearing a stupid mask.
My boss. My best friend. And I never knew he lived this type of lifestyle. Our stunned expressions must have surely matched.