by Sky Corgan
With a deep internal sigh, I placed my hand on top of his, crushing it flat like a bug before brushing it off of my leg. He gave me a confused look that I refused to play into. Damn was it hard though. He was a lady-killer, but he would not take me down with that sexy expression. Not tonight at least.
“Tomorrow,” I said firmly. “It's getting late. I think you should go.”
“Well that sounds more authoritative,” he teased me with a gorgeous smile.
“I'm working on it.” I winked at him before standing to show him to the door.
My heart was pounding as he followed me, knowing he was probably looking me up and down with perverted thoughts playing in his head. Would he be able to keep his hands off of me? I hoped so, because in all honesty, I wasn't that far from caving. He was such a nice guy. Kind, patient, funny, attractive. But he was also a Dom, even if he claimed not to be, and I had to remind myself that Chet was very similar when I first met him. Guys like them had dark sides that I'd be better off staying away from.
I opened the door and he stepped outside, turning toward me and gazing up at the sky. “So, tomorrow then?” Micah said before looking down at me.
“Tomorrow.” I nodded.
“Good night, beautiful Talia.” He leaned forward, and my breath hitched as he gently cupped my cheek, brushing his thumb across my bottom lip. His eyes were fixed on my mouth, and as I looked into them, I felt like I had been drawn under some type of spell. I couldn't move, couldn't breath. All I could do was stare at him and silently yell at myself for being so weak. This was it. I was lost. I knew it.
Our lips met like a whisper. My mouth parted to receive him, feeling greedy with need, but by that time, he was already pulling away. Heat coursed through me as I silently begged for more.
“Sleep sweet, angel,” Micah said softly before leaving me there in the doorway, staring at him dumbstruck, silently screaming for him to come back.
CHAPTER SIX
It took everything I had to walk away from her, to control the beast in me that had fully awakened and was raring to go. Talia had been through too much for me not to respect her wishes though. All I needed was a taste. I couldn't leave without feeling those lips against mine. My body wouldn't allow it. And oh how soft she had been, every bit as much as I had imagined.
On the drive home, I tried to distract my mind from sex by thinking about the curriculum I'd put together for her. In truth, I didn't know much about being a Domme. I mean I'm sure it's not much different from being a Dom, but trying to see things from the feminine side was a bit strange. Maybe it was best to approach it from a gender-neutral aspect, to tell her the basic rules and let her take it from there.
When I got home, I turned on my computer and started doing research. Most of the stuff I knew by heart already, but it would be good for her to have paper references. I killed an ink cartridge printing out contracts and rules and lists, everything I could find that was relevant and real. The task took me until almost three o'clock in the morning, and by that time I was too exhausted to jack off, though I still tried. It was a fall asleep with dick in hand night.
I woke up the next morning and finished the job, then went to the gym, came home and took a shower, got ready to go to Talia's apartment, grabbed the paperwork, and headed out. Talia opened the door with the same amazing smile she had worn the night before, and I found myself focusing on her lips, wanting to kiss them again.
“Good morning, Mister Payton,” she said in a chipper voice.
“We're going formal now, are we?” I teased. “But you messed up. It should be Sir Micah.”
“Pfft. No Sir for you.” Talia turned on her heels and led me inside. My eyes instantly fell to her ass, contained in a pair of tight black skinny jeans. I wanted to wrap my hands around it and squeeze. Damn, it was hard to behave myself around her.
“So,” I began once we were inside. “I printed out a bunch of stuff for you, all the essentials. There are sample submissive contracts, lists of kinks, and some general good reading material for Dommes.”
“Borrrring,” she dragged the word out, giving me an unamused look.
“What do you mean boring?” I quirked an eyebrow, feeling frustrated already.
“I'm more of a hands-on learner. I figured we could go through the motions, and you could just correct me when I do something wrong.”
“You need to know the basics though,” I insisted.
“I do know the basics. I have the internet too.” Talia snatched the stack of papers from my hands, slapping it down on the coffee table with a hard smack. When she did this, my eyes were drawn past the table to the sofa, where there was a riding crop laying haphazardly across the cushion.
“What did you have in mind?”
“I figured I'd boss you around today, get a good feel for what being a Mistress is like before we invest a whole bunch of time in this.”
I sighed at her stubbornness, “What makes you think I'm going to let you boss me around?”
“Because you're my friend, and that's what friends do, right?” She jutted out her bottom lip into an adorable pout, and I groaned internally at myself, feeling my cock come to life in my pants, knowing I would do whatever it took to get her in bed.
“Fine,” I relented with a huff, rolling my eyes to show my discontent. Talia didn't seem to notice at all, too pleased at the fact I had let her get her way.
“Good. So.” She tossed herself down on the sofa, picking up the riding crop and bouncing it on her knee while she stared up at me with the best dominant expression she could muster. “First thing's first. You will address me as Domina from now on.”
“Tch. I guess this means we're skipping consideration and the trial and all of that then.”
Talia bit her bottom lip, averting her eyes in thought. “We're just going to role play for now, okay?”
“You need to understand that this isn't a game to a lot of people.”
“I know.” Her anger flared, and I couldn't help but smirk at her bratty demeanor. “Wipe that smile off your face right now, slave!”
“Slave?” I hooted. “I don't think so.”
“Micah, please,” she whined, which only kept my smile locked in place. “I'm trying to be serious.”
“You certainly aren't acting serious.”
“I am acting serious. You're just not taking me seriously.”
“I only know you as a submissive. It's hard for me to take you seriously as a Domme.”
“Could you at least try?” Talia gave me puppy eyes, and I melted, trying to still the chuckling inside my chest.
“Domina,” I coughed, suppressing the urge to laugh. “I mean yes, Domina.”
“That's better.” She straightened herself, looking pleased.
“Why aren't you wearing your little outfit?”
“Because you didn't take me seriously in it.” Talia crossed her arms over her chest, looking even more childish than before. Damn but her childish attitude sparked something carnal inside of me. It was taking everything in my power not to advance on her, to tangle my fingers into her hair, crush my lips against hers, and take her right there on the sofa.
“I liked it though.”
“I know you did. It gave you a boner.” She poked at my crotch with the riding crop, and I took a step back, surprised by her boldness.
“What did you expect?” I shrugged.
“Less talking, more obeying.” Talia slapped the leather flapper of the riding crop against my hip, and I jumped in surprise.
“Ow. Geez. We haven't even started yet.”
“Don't be a baby.”
“I'm not. You're just being a brat.”
She slapped me again. “Don't call me a brat.”
“Fine,” I huffed. “Where did you get that anyway?”
She looked at the riding crop thoughtfully. “I've had it for a while. It was the first thing I bought when I started learning about BDSM.”
“Ah, I see.”
“Is there somethi
ng odd about that?”
“No. I guess I just didn't expect you to have any toys.”
“It's one of a few BDSM things I own. You'll see the others later, I'm sure,” her voice returned to a more dominant tone.
“Alright, so how do you want to do this, Domina?” I tried not to make the question sound mocking.
“Like I said, I'm going to boss you around today and see how I feel about it. Since I'm in charge, I make the rules, and I expect you to obey them.”
“Yes, ma'am.”
“Domina!” She slapped me with the flogger again.
“Yes, Domina.”
Damn was it hard not to grin. Talia was so fucking adorable when she was trying to be assertive. So fucking delicious. I wanted to turn the tables on her so badly, to give her what I thought she was really craving, what we were both craving. She might not feel like a submissive after Chet, but I didn't think that dominating was in her blood either. Hopefully, she'd figure that out soon and we could drop the bullshit.
“Get undressed,” Talia told me, leaning back and gesturing at me with the riding crop as if she planned to strike me again if I didn't obey.
“Yes, Domina,” I replied, gripping the bottom of my shirt and pulling it over my head.
If she liked what she saw, I couldn't tell. She simply stared at me blankly, as if she was seeing right through me. I continued to undress, kneeling down to take off my shoes and socks before I stood to unbuckle my belt. All the while, she sat there as quiet as a mouse, assessing me. Just the thought of being naked in her presence aroused me, the possibilities of what it could lead to, and I felt myself stiffening by the time I started unbuttoning my pants. When I finished pulling them down and kicking them to the side, I stood before her, gazing into her dead expression, trying to read what she was thinking.
Talia moved to the edge of her seat and licked her lips, making no attempt to hide the fact that she was staring straight at my junk. Just watching her little pink tongue dart out of her mouth took my desire to a whole new level. I thought about invading that pretty mouth, seeking out her tongue to taste it, feeling it play on the ridges of my cock. There was so much that could be done with that tongue, so many dirty things.
“You're not done,” she said, drawing me out of my fantasy.
“Domina?”
“Your boxers. Take them off.”
“Yes, Domina.” I smirked as I hooked my thumbs around the waistband of my boxers before pulling them down over my hips and letting them fall to the ground.
Talia continued to stare, her expression betraying no hint of desire. Then she stood, walking around the coffee table to look me up and down like she was inspecting a piece of meat. She slapped the flapper of the riding crop against her palm as she circled me like a shark, never meeting my eyes.
“A fine specimen,” Talia said in a tone so serious that I almost couldn't keep from laughing. When she heard me stifling a chuckle, she slapped me again with the riding crop. This time it actually stung, making me grit my teeth in annoyance. “Quiet, slave.” I thought about telling her that I wasn't a fucking slave, but I didn't want to get slapped again. Pain wasn't my forte unless it came in the form of fingernails clawing down my back, hands tugging on my hair, or teeth pressing into my neck.
When Talia finished looking over every inch of my naked body, she returned to the sofa, sitting and staring at my dick again. Each second that ticked by turned arousal into awkwardness. It bugged me that I couldn't tell what she was thinking, or if she was thinking about anything at all.
After several more silent seconds, she raised the riding crop, and I tensed as she pressed the flapper to the base of my cock, stroking down my length. The sensation might have been pleasurable if I wasn't so worried about her slapping me with it.
“If you do what I think you're going to do, this little game is over,” I warned her.
She gave me an intrigued look. “What do you think I'm going to do?”
“I don't know, but I'm not into CBT.”
“CBT?”
“Cock and ball torture. If you hit my dick with that, I'm done.”
Talia knitted her brows in offense. “I would never hurt you. I just wanted to touch you.”
“Oh.” I felt guilty for being so stern with her, though I wasn't sure why. My concern was legitimate, and since we hadn't done the typical pre-play interview, I thought it was important for her to know.
I tried to relax as she continued touching me with the riding crop, enjoying the strange sensation of the smooth leather moving over my erect shaft. She teased me from base to tip, making careful calculated passes up and down my manhood, causing it to twitch from the attention. The whole time, my eyes were locked onto hers. Just the thought that she wanted to touch me lit a fire in my loins, amplifying my desire for her.
Finally, she tired, pulling the riding crop away and sitting back. My interest in her next move was definitely piqued, and I could hardly wait for the grand finale.
“Domina,” I said softly.
“Hm?” Talia looked up at my face as if coming out of a dream.
“What do you require of me now?”
“I think I want to see how a collar would look on you.” She stood and went into the bedroom, her chipper mood returning.
Confused about what she wanted me to do, I stood there at parade rest, waiting patiently, thinking about how I couldn't believe I was actually going through with this. I'd never worn a collar before, and while I knew we were just playing, the thought of giving her so much power annoyed me. It felt like my dominance was being sloughed off with each passing moment, and every cell in my body fought the urge to reclaim it.
Before I had a chance to go mad from thinking, Talia came around the corner with collar in hand. It was a simple black leather collar with O-rings, one I was certain Chet had bought for her during her time as his submissive. She walked up behind me and looped it around my neck, standing on tiptoe to fasten it in place. The thing felt stifling, further cutting off my dominance.
“There,” she said, coming back around me to admire her handy work. “I think that suits you nicely.”
“I hate it,” I grumbled.
“Shush.” Talia slapped me on the hip with her palm, since the riding crop had not re-emerged from her bedroom. She walked back around the coffee table and sat down, looking up at me with that disturbing blank stare that made me shift uncomfortably.
“Sooo, are you just going to stare at me now?” I asked, thankful that I was out of arm's reach, so she couldn't smack me again.
“I could if I wanted to.”
“That wouldn't be much fun.”
“It would be for me. You're rather fun to look at, all aroused and drippy.” Talia smirked at my cock, which only made it twitch back to life.
“Perhaps you'd like a closer look.”
“Don't test your luck, slave.” She patted the couch beside her, only to realize that her riding crop was gone. I couldn't help but grin at the frustrated look on her face.
“You left your toy in the bedroom, Domina,” I didn't bother to hide my mocking tone, counting on her being too lazy to get up and slap me. Luckily, I was right. Talia just scowled at me then, putting on that adorable face she made when she didn't get her way.
“You're not a very good slave,” she huffed.
“That's because I'm not a slave. You should have found one to play this game with you. I fear I'm not very good at it.”
“You'll do.” She waved at me dismissively, playing the brat again. God how I wanted her.
“So what now?” I sighed.
“Now, I want you to spank me.”
“You what?”
“I want you to spank me,” she said with confidence.
“You do realize it's supposed to be the other way around?” I arched an eyebrow at her.
“Why?”
“Because that's what Dommes do. They spank their subs. It's not the other way around.”
“Well, what if the Mistre
ss likes being spanked?”
“I think you're a switch.”
“What's that?”
“It's someone who likes playing both parts, Dom and sub.”
“Why haven't I met any other switches in the BDSM community then?”
“Because it's not a widely accepted term. A lot of traditional lifestylers don't accept switches because they seem indecisive about their role.”
“Well then, I'm not a switch, because I'm not indecisive.” Talia shifted her weight. “I'm a Mistress.”
“If you say so.” I rolled my eyes.
“I still want you to spank me. As a Mistress, I can make you do whatever I want. That's how this works, right?”
“I'm not going to spank you wearing that.”
“Wearing what? Jeans?” She gave me an agitated look.
“Yes, jeans.”
“Why not?”
“Because it doesn't feel good for my hand.”
“This is about what I want.” Talia pouted.
“Well, I'm not doing it.”
“Ugh. You're such a butt. Don't make me break out the riding crop again.”
“Break it out, I'm not budging on this.”
“What if I spank your dick with it?”
“You won't get that far because I'll leave. And I thought you said you didn't want to hurt me?”
“I don't, but you're misbehaving a lot.”
“You know why I'm misbehaving. We've been over this already. You're lucky I've even cooperated this much. This wasn't what I signed up for. I thought I was just going to give you some paperwork, go over it with you, and be done.”
She cowered, and I could see the guilt across her face. “Are you mad at me?”
My shoulders slumped in defeat. Why did she have to be so damn adorable. “No. I'm not mad at you. I just don't know what you hope to get out of this.”
“Spankings?”
“Compromise.”
“What kind of compromise?”
“Go change into your little Domme outfit, and I'll spank you.”