Olivia frowned. "This is about your retraining, not mine. And I think you are playing with me. So we will do a quick fire round."
He seemed to have diverted the question for the time being, but what was a quick fire round?
"Spanking or flogging?"
"Excuse me?"
The look of long-suffering she gave him made the corners of his mouth turn up. He wondered why she had agreed to do this.
"Just answer the first thing that comes into your mind. This is about your preferences. Doesn't matter if they are your Dom likes and dislikes, your answers will give me some clues to you as a person."
His smile faded. He wasn't sure this was a good idea, afraid he would give too much away. "Are you sure you're not a closet psychologist?"
"Treyyy!"
"Okay, okay. Flogging." Yup. He sure preferred to give a flogging over a spanking any day. Spanking was too intimate, and he didn't like the sound of flesh on flesh. His face tightened. Do not go there, he told himself.
"Bench or Cross?"
He shrugged. "Both." That wasn't an issue.
"Cuffs or rope?"
On the other hand, that was. There was no way he was going to be restrained by her, or anyone else, come to that. "Neither."
Olivia seemed startled by this answer. "Sorry?"
He had to say something, so he spat out an answer. "Tape!"
This seemed to appease her. "Don't you think it's easy to get out of that?"
Trey smirked. "Aren't your dominance skills up to it?"
She leaned forward, her breasts pressing together to provide wonderful cleavage above the low cut vivid green top she wore. He worked hard to avoid dipping his eyes to enjoy the view. Olivia continued to move in until her face was only a few inches away. Trey snorted at this show of strength, but he didn't shift back as many might have done in the face of a big woman entering their personal space.
"I don't need to restrain my subs. I trust them to keep their hands on the handles, bars, whatever."
He leered. "Well, if you reward them with those gorgeous tits I'm not surprised."
That flustered her, and she sat down with a thump, a startled expression on her face.
She tried to get him back to the matter in hand. “Um, safe words.”
“What about them?” He was still amused by her distraction.
Olivia tapped her pen impatiently against the file. “I need to know your safe word in the event of you being unable to continue during your training.”
Trey was aware of how thorough Olivia was and could see why Sean thought she would be a good trainer, but he was determined not to let her get under his skin. He leaned an arm over his chair, and considered this. There might, of course, be a possibility that he’d get under hers. That would be interesting. He relished the forthcoming confrontation. “My safe word is woody.”
Chapter Three
Olivia walked slowly around Trey as he stood in the middle of the training room.
Click. Click.
The noise of her heels on the wooden floor was unusually loud. The only other sound was Trey’s breathing, which seemed to be getting heavier with her every step.
It reminded her of her first time in a BDSM club with her late husband, Rodney. They had been young and eager, and nervous as hell.
Shaking her head she dispelled those memories. They were too painful. She stopped walking. Fortunately, she was behind Trey, and he couldn’t see her expression or think her weak.
He had stipulated that their first session take place in private, and Olivia had readily agreed. She knew he didn’t want others to see him being embarrassed in public, but equally she didn’t want the members around in case Trey tried to dominate her. That would be disastrous. She also took care to cover her chest this time, not wanting any more comments about her breasts, and wore a black leather jacket, which she zipped up to her shoulders.
Returning to her study of his body she said, “Hmm.”
Olivia chuckled to herself as he stiffened. She had given an occasional comment as she walked. But really what she really wanted to say was “yum”. Trey looked good in the black shirt, which moulded to his brawny torso, and black trousers, which outlined a lovely, firm butt.
Pretending nonchalance when he had arrived, he had arrogantly led the way into the room, but after her demand to stand in the middle as she did her tour of his black-clad body it was clear that he wasn’t as unaffected as he pretended. She guessed he’d had time to think about what might happen since they had met in the restaurant. His hands clenched, body tensed, and his eyes darted to the door as if he was about to flee at any second. Anyone would think him nervous, but with Trey it was more likely to be anger.
“What are you doing, Olivia?”
She looked up slightly startled by his sudden question. “Inspecting you.”
He had turned his head over his shoulder and now glared at her. “And how exactly will that help in my retraining?”
She placed her hands on her hips. “We are revisiting the basics.”
Trey eyed her with disbelief. Olivia sighed. She wasn’t sure if her plan would work. “Okay, that’s enough of my external examination. Now strip.”
It was a good thing she was a couple of feet away because he suddenly whirled around to face her, his anger evident, as he looked like he wanted to beat the crap out of her. “What?”
Arching her eyebrow she gave him her best “exactly who is in charge here” look. His body language clearly showed what he felt. His fists were clenched, his shoulders tense. She steeled herself. “You heard me, Trevor.” She used his full name deliberately hoping it would denigrate him, remind him who was controlling this scene. “I wish to inspect your body just as I would with any new sub. I can’t do that properly with all your clothes on.”
Trey stepped forward a few paces. They might be on a par height-wise when she had her high heels on, Trey being over six feet, but in his rage he seemed to loom over her. She swallowed nervously and had to fight the desire to give in. Needing to show dominance back she found there was just enough room for her to cross her arms, while she tapped an impatient foot.
“I—am—not—a—sub.” His teeth were clenched.
Olivia used her best patronizing sigh. “I know. You’ve mentioned this on occasion! But part of the retraining is intended to show you what it is like from the sub’s point of view.”
“Who says?” Trey started to pace.
Actually she had decided on what the training would consist of. Sean trusted her to know when Trey’s excesses were curbed. But since Sean had talked her into this mad plan in the first place, and she was strongly regretting agreeing, she felt no remorse dropping him into it. “It was part of Sean’s requests.”
However, she wasn’t expecting Trey to suddenly storm toward the exit. “Fucking bastard, I am going to tie him to one of his Crosses—upside down—and rip his cock off. I don’t care if I’m barred for life.”
“Trey!” It took all of her years of experience as a Domme to put enough authority into her call—that, and the fact that she was naturally loud. It was enough to stop him in his tracks.
His fingers were on the door handle when he turned to look back at her, somewhat reluctantly.
Olivia had to stop herself breathing a big sigh of relief. She put her hands on her hips accentuating her voluptuous chest, despite the jacket. It wasn’t intended to be sexual since they were covered up, just dominant. She had learned over the years to use her physical attributes to the best effect to intimidate.
“What exactly did you think we would do, Trey? Go over what BDSM stands for? Reiterate being safe, sane, and consensual? You know those and have clearly forgotten the ‘sane and safe’ part of it, so I need to use different teaching methods to show you what you are doing wrong. And how better than to show you what it is like from the sub’s perspective than have you experience it?”
Her impatience was showing by the time she finished, her voice rising and sounding shrill.
She was angry with herself for beginning to lose it.
Trey released the door and ran a hand through his hair. This was a sign that he was not in control. It was something she had noticed in the past and was looking out for. Finally she could relax a little if he accepted her as the one in charge.
Her voice was calmer when she spoke. “You know I’m right. So, please do as I ask and take your clothes off.”
However, Trey still hesitated by the door, so Olivia deliberately looked at the watch on her left wrist. That was enough to get him moving.
“Fuck it.”
Olivia watched him, trying to keep her face impassive, as he angrily tore off his clothing. When he got to his shirt, instead of undoing all the buttons as she thought he was about to do, he simply reached over his shoulders and pulled it off, flexing broad muscles as he did.
She unwittingly gasped at his wide shoulders. Aware that she had made a faux pas, she quickly changed it. “Umm. Very nice—for a forty-five-year-old.” Actually he was more than “very nice”. He was downright gorgeous. He clearly worked out hard and had an enviable six pack. Olivia knew she was in big trouble. She vowed silently, Sean, if Trey doesn’t kill you, I will.
Trey had stopped at her complimentary words, his shirt still in his hands. A small smirk on his lips told her that he knew how attractive he was, and that she liked what she saw.
Trying to regain some ground, Olivia waved a hand at the lower part of his body. “Well, get on with it and stop being vain. I’ve seen better.” But only on a really fit youngster. She wasn’t going to tell him that, though.
His smile dropped like a stone.
Score one for me. He clearly doesn’t like being patronized.
Trey did as she demanded without a come-back, but he was watching her closely as he threw down the shirt and toed off his shoes. Only when he bent to pull his socks off did he look away.
In that moment she leaned back against a nearby cupboard. She tried to make it look like a lazy stance, but in reality she needed it for support as she was having a hot flush—and menopause wasn’t the reason.
Standing upright again Trey started to unbuckle his belt. When his fingers moved to his zipper Olivia made the decision not to glance down like a nervous schoolgirl. But she was dying to see his cock. Is he really big like he appears to be from the bulge in his trousers? She looked him directly in the eyes instead. It was like a battle, each deploying facial expressions to try to put the other off, a leer from Trey, the raise of an eyebrow from Olivia, a nod of the head downwards trying to make her look in that direction, Olivia crossing her arms in response.
As the trousers finally dropped to the floor and Trey stepped forward with his hands on his hips, she finally looked down.
Yep. He is well stacked indeed.
He also had a rising erection and was clearly enjoying this, but she wasn’t about to acknowledge that. It would give him leverage. Walking toward him Olivia paced slowly around taking her time to inspect all parts of his body. She asked him to raise his arms, but didn’t touch him, although she longed to run her hands over his thick biceps, bite into his neck, dig her fingers into his buttocks, possibly all at the same time. She desperately wanted to remove her jacket and hoped her face wasn’t red.
Moving to stand in front, Olivia looked him up and down, but ignored the fierce glare he directed at her as he shuffled on his feet, obviously uncomfortable now that she wasn’t falling for his charms. “Stand still with your legs apart.” She waited as he slowly did as she asked. “Good. Arms at your side.” At least he didn’t try to cover himself like many new subs did, although her inspection did seem to unnerve him, and his cock started to droop. She found this amusing.
When he clenched his hands she finally touched him, tapping his knuckles sharply. “Open them up. Closed fists are a sign of defiance.”
He growled.
“Did you say something, Trevor?”
Turning his head to glare at her, he didn’t say a word. However, he did open up his fingers, shaking his hands in a rather sarcastic gesture.
“Very good. Now, bend over and clasp your ankles. Or your shins if you are not that supple.”
Trey stayed exactly where he was, his eyes narrowed, his body tight with tension. She could see he was trying not to clench his hands again.
Olivia stepped forward, her face close to his. “You know perfectly well a Dom inspects all aspects of their sub’s body.” His steely grey eyes glinted fiercely, and he looked implacable. She stared back, hands on her leather-clad hips and a glaring contest took place. One she was determined not to budge from this time.
Her willpower won out, and he finally bent as she directed with a snort. Olivia could only guess from his tightly held body that he was ready to storm out of the room at any second. However, that wasn’t the reason she wasn’t touching him. Her hands were just trembling too much. It wasn’t fear, but because he strongly aroused her.
“Fine, then take your look at my ass as I know you are dying to see it.” His mocking tone amused her more than annoyed her.
Making a show of bending to check out his lovely firm buttocks with some accompanying noises which could mean anything from “excellent” to “needs work”, she kept her hands clasped behind her back in a schoolmistress type of pose. One she had employed in the past and knew it worked well.
For someone who was on the approach to fifty, Trey certainly had an excellent body. Nice thighs on those long legs of his and a gorgeous butt. She wondered how it would look with a plug inside him and giggled to herself. He’d murder me if I suggested that! “Very good. You may stand.”
When he did she moved away trying to get her composure and ragged breathing under control. When did I go from being an experienced Domme to a nervous newbie? Damn him.
A few moments later, a little calmer, she turned back and asked, “So, tell me, from a sub’s point of view, how did that feel?”
Trey didn’t answer her immediately, but bent to retrieve his pants. “Can I at least put on some clothes if we have finished with the inspection?”
“No.” Her reply was instant. She didn’t want him back in his comfort zone. “I need you to describe your feelings before you forget.”
He stood and ran his hand through his hair. “Shit! Okay, well, it is hard to let someone else be in control, but that’s because I’m a fucking Dom, not a sub.” The impatience was clear in his tone.
She sighed. “Trey, what is one of the first things we teach new subs about the relationship between Dom and sub?”
Trey frowned. “I’m not with you.”
“We teach them to trust us. The reason you need to be retrained is that you are not being controlled in your actions. So when you lose it, it is incredibly frightening for the sub, who puts all their trust in you. Clearly you were not sure what I was going to do to you. Tell me how you felt when I didn’t touch you.”
He continued to look out of place. “Er, confused, hesitant, uncertain. I won’t say scared because I wasn’t.”
“Vulnerable?”
“All right, I admit it.”
“Good. So that gives you a starting point to how your subs feel.” Olivia turned away and went to a nearby cupboard. She rested her hands on the doorknob. If she had been worrying how Trey took the inspection, she was really concerned about how he was going to take her next demand.
With slightly shaky hands she removed the items she wanted, but didn’t show him immediately. She looked over at him. “To help you further understand the vulnerability that a sub feels I want you to wear something. I did think of giving you a collar…”
Trey looked like he was about to explode.
Raising a hand before he could react further, Olivia continued. “This isn’t about making you into a sub. However, I want you to know what the sub goes through, so I am going to ask you to wear something else.”
He eyed her warily, his hands on his hips. “What?”
Turning so he could see, she held out some wide
leather cuffs, with rings embedded. These were so the sub could be attached to chains, ropes or whatever bondage method their Dom chose. “I want you to wear these cuffs throughout your retraining.”
Olivia found herself wanting to bite her lip as she anxiously awaited Trey’s response.
“Over my dead body.”
She smiled inwardly at his determination. She liked a good challenge. We’ll see who’s the Master here.
Chapter Four
The ring on the cuffs clinked against the glass reminding Trey of what he was wearing.
Shit!
He was sat at the bar perched on a stool sipping a mineral water. Even when he was in a heavy session with the subs, one rule he never forgot was to remain sober. Knowing how much alcohol could affect a person, he only allowed himself an occasional beer or wine outside of the Club or after he had finished for the night. Drink would never cause him to lose control.
Relaxing his fingers from their tight grip on the glass, he raised a wrist and studied a cuff.
At first he wanted to hide the hated items behind the sleeves of his black shirt, but he found he actually liked the feel of the wide leather cuff against his wrist. Once this was all over he would consider wearing something similar, but not ones with a ring on them for restraining. Instead of hiding them he had rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. Everyone obviously knew about his training by now, so by showing them off it was like making a rude gesture, pretending he didn’t care.
Suddenly the hairs on his neck prickled.
He knew without looking that Olivia was standing behind him. She had an imposing presence and one these days he was becoming attuned to, always aware of where she was when he entered the club. He didn’t turn his head or indicate that he knew she was there, but waited for her to say something.
It didn’t take long, and his mouth quirked upwards in amusement that he had won that little battle.
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