“I’ll be getting you more latex and corsets,” he whispers.
I lift a brow at him when he pulls away to smile down at me. Taking my hand he leads me over to the throne chairs. He guides me to sit in one, while he retakes the seat he was in.
He reaches to run a finger down the center of my breasts, keeping his gaze on me. I feel my skin pebble under his touch as my breathing shifts. I gaze out of the corner of my eyes to see if Hayidah is looking.
Her head is still bent as she remains perfectly still. I turn my eyes back to Felix. He’s watching me closely, the way he always does.
“Let’s start with the basics for tonight’s lesson,” he says. “Hayidah’s master offered her to us for tonight. She will be your pet, but she will also help to train you for your desire to be a dominatrix. You will see what I mean by that.
“The first thing to understand is that this is for everyone’s pleasure. I never enter play or leave play without satisfaction being the goal and end result for all involved,” he says.
My brows knit as I process his words. I don’t see how that could be possible. Some of the things I’ve seen and read. I shudder just thinking of them.
“From some of the things I’ve read I can’t see how that can always be true,” I reply.
“Can this shit get sick and twisted? Yes, if you’re entering with someone that’s fucked up in the head, or doesn’t understand the roles and rules of the life. Or if a partner is naïve and doesn’t know or watch for limits.
“Miseducation gives the life a bad rep. The best Doms always take care of their pets, slaves—whatever you are more comfortable with.”
“Can I call her by her name?” I ask as I frown.
“You can ask her what she prefers. Titles can be gifts. Terms of endearment become rewards. It’s an honor to be called Pet, Angel, little dove. Just as stripping her of a title and just addressing her as “her” or “him” can be used to put her in her place, beneath you. Remember, your goal is to please her as much as she pleases you,” he explains.
My head reels. I don’t think I want to strip of her humanity with the use of a simple pronoun. I remember reading that somewhere. It rubbed me wrong then.
I ignore the part about her pleasing me. I don’t want to think about how Felix plans for this to go. I’m holding onto my confidence at the moment.
Thinking of him wanting to sleep with Hayidah will put an end to all of that. The fact that his focus has been only on me is serving to soothe my ego. The sensation of his finger that’s still tracing all over my skin is doing a great job of distracting me as well.
I turn to her still in the same position before us. I square my shoulders as I get ready to address her. I pull on confidence I didn’t know I had.
“I will call you doll,” I say. “Does that please you, Doll?”
“Yes, mistress,” she replies.
Felix leans in to kiss my temple. I turn to look at him and see the pleased look on his face. He places his hand under my chin to lift my face, planting a kiss on my lips.
“Very good. You were made for this,” he croons against my lips. He pulls away, curiosity glowing in his orbs. “Why doll?”
I look at Hayidah, my eyes dance over her pretty face. It was the first thing I thought when I looked at her. The long lashes, the dark eyes and hair. Yup, she looks just like a doll.
“She reminds me of one,” I reply with a shrug.
Felix glances at her and laughs. Turning back to me, he places another kiss on my lips. He deepens the kiss as if she’s not in the room with us. I peek out the corners of my eyes and see her head has not lifted.
When he breaks the kiss, red lipstick covers his lips. I reach to wipe it off with my thumb. He sucks my finger in his mouth, causing my girly bits to pulse.
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, she has called you mistress. That’s an honor. She belongs to someone.
“That’s one of their rules. She can play when he allows, but he is her only master. No one else gets that right to be called that from her lips.
“Tonight, you will be her mistress. If I allow, she can call me the one,” he says.
“Why, the one?”
He gives me a panty-melting stare. I nearly squirm in my seat, but I restrain myself. A dominatrix would have control over herself, I chide in my head.
“I want everyone in this room to remember, I’m the one. The one that you love, the one that brings you ultimate pleasure, the one that you belong to and the one that belongs to you. I am the one,” he says.
His words are like dragging silk against my skin. They are smooth, just the right amount of soft, but they soothe. My heart thunders as I try to mask my reaction on the outside.
His eyes bounce over my face as he caresses my cheek. His thumb takes a slow drag across my lips. I can see him thinking.
“Tell me why your character is considering the life. I want to understand what she needs. What you’re trying to learn for her. Then we can play,” he says thoughtfully.
My brow draws in and I look down as I sort through my thoughts. If I continue to stare into his eyes, I’ll never find my words. I’ve been mapping out this book for a while.
“It’s deeper than some sexual need. Her husband of nine years has just left her for someone else. She spent years helping him build his company and then one day, poof. He snatches the rug out from under her.
“At first, she wants to do this to have control over wealthy men, but after a few encounters something changes. I’m working that part out. I think I need to understand more to figure out why everything shifts,” I muse aloud.
“Good,” he says almost to himself. “I know exactly where to take you.”
He turns my face to look at Doll kneeling on the floor. Her chest is heaving silently. A clear sign of anticipation. I’d be lying if I said I’m not intrigued by this.
Again, I wonder what Felix has planned. I’m not in any way about to let her touch him or him touch her. I don’t want to learn this stuff that bad. She has been nice, but I can totally see myself having a Dean moment. I’ll snap if she puts her hands on my man.
“She’s not for me,” Felix leans in to my ear to whisper, as if reading my thoughts. “Being the bottom is not easy for me. It’s not as natural for me as topping. I didn’t want to teach you wrong. Your little Doll will help us both.”
I whip my head in his direction. My mouth opening. He has a wicked light in his eyes. I search his face to make sure I’m catching his meaning.
No, I misunderstood. No way is he saying what I think. I lose that idea and shake the hot images it brings off.
He winks at me.
“Come, let me show you how this can be fun for everyone,” he says, standing and holding his hand out.
* * *
Felix
I love that stunned look on her face. This is going to be amazing. Kaye looks stunning. Her hair is slicked back away from her face in a low bun. I have a full view of all of her gorgeous features.
The corset and latex pants put her coke bottle figure on display in a way that has me questioning if I can really do this. I want her now and I want her my way.
I have to remind myself that this is what she wants. To learn and understand BDSM, being a dominatrix in particular. I will always give my baby what she wants.
I knew coming here to Club Desire would allow me to do that. I just happened to luck out when I made the call. I had no idea Hayidah would be in LA. She is usually in New York with her master.
Her help is a friendly gift for a few favors I’ve done back in New York. It’s the perfect gift because Hayidah is an excellent sub and I’ve seen her top in a scene before. She’s powerful.
I want Kaye to learn that type of confidence and control. I know she already has it in her. Hayidah is the right person to help me bring it out.
Standing behind Kaye, I stop her in front of Hayidah. Although I want to touch Kaye and command our Doll to watch, I don’t. This is Kaye’s time, she’s i
n control.
“Tell us what would please you,” I whisper in Kaye’s ear.
I feel her shiver as my voice washes over her. She collects herself quickly. I watch her as she takes in the playroom fully for the first time.
I know this is the first time she’s taken in her surroundings because she was drawn to me the moment she walked in the room. I felt it as she entered. That’s the kind of power I want her to leave this place confident in.
I watch her double take towards the knife display before cringing. While our Doll has few hard limits, I’m not interested in knife play. I had a feeling Kaye wouldn’t be either.
Kaye moves over to the displays. I follow after her. Giving her room to explore.
My eyes drop to all of that ass in those pants. I’m ready to bust through my own. The sway of her hips coupled with the knowledge I have of the weight of those thighs around me almost make me lose focus.
She looks over her shoulder, catching me with my eyes glued to her ass. Kaye smiles and I return it with a half grin. She giggles to herself, turning back for the displays.
“I thought the toys would draw your attention,” I say from behind her when she stops. “Why the whips?”
“I want to understand how they bring both parties pleasure,” she says.
I reach out and take one of the metal floggers in my hand. Kaye turns her head up to look at me. How can wanting to learn be so sexy? Her inquisitiveness turns me on to no end.
“This may seem like a physical thing. But it’s more mental than anything. I can speak from the Dom perspective. For a Sub to give me that kind of trust is empowering and thrilling.
“I get to push her to her limits. Watching her get there is part of the experience for me. Seeing that moment when the mind breaks free. When pain becomes pleasure and everything else fades into background noise.
“It’s kind of a false sense of control. You are the one wielding the whip, but your sub is the one with all of the power,” I explain.
“So they are gaining pleasure from relinquishing control?”
“I guess you can say that. I’ve never been whipped, but from observing and being the one with the whip in hand, I would say so,” I reply. “Come.”
I inhale deeply as we walk back to her Doll. She is still sitting in place obediently. I’ve observed her remain in that position for hours without flinching, but she won’t have to remain that way this evening.
When we reach Doll, Kaye stops before her, lifting Doll’s head. I tilt my head as I watch the gesture. She’s more natural at this than she knows. The intimacy she’s building is key.
“I’d like to understand what a Sub gets from being whipped. If this isn’t for you, I understand,” Kaye says.
Here goes nothing.
I drop to my knees beside Doll, holding the flogger out to Kaye. I keep my eyes on the floor as hard as it is for me too. I want to see her reaction. I want that look of pleasure I imagine playing on her lips when she realizes I’ve intended to be her slave all along.
“Please accept my gift, mistress,” I say as Kaye’s hands wrap around the handle.
I hear the gasp that leaves her lips. I feel more than see Doll stand. Or should I now say Mistress Doll. I’m already feeling out of my comfort zone, but this is Kaye. If she wants this. I’m here so she can have it.
* * *
Kaye
My mouth is still hanging open when Doll moves to my side. I’m confused and turned on at the same time. Felix kneeing before me shirtless in those leather pants that hug his thighs, has zapped my brain cells.
“I’m still your servant. You control the room,” Doll says at my side. “Tell me, do you still want to learn to use the whip, Mistress?”
“Yes,” I nod jerkily.
“Impact play can go from sensual to extremely erotic. Spanking, whipping, flogging, caning, they all offer different levels of gratification. The key is communication. Both verbal and non,” she explains. “Ask him for his safe word. This is new for both of you, it’s best to have one.”
I grin before addressing him. I move closer, wanting to see his face when he talks to me. I lift his head with the tip of the flogger’s handle.
“Tell me your safe word, Angel,” I purr.
His eyes blaze back at me, his nostrils flare. All clear signs that he’s turned on as much as I am. I know Felix, I know that vein that has popped in his neck. This is taking all his restraint.
In his head, he has probably stripped and fucked me by now—guest or no guest. His right eye twitches, pulling a smile to my lips. I know I’m right.
The fact that I’ve just stripped his power with a single term of endearment sends blood rushing through my veins. Yes, he is the one, but in the moment he has offered himself up as my servant and I like it.
“Blaze,” he says with a secret smirk playing on his lips.
I squat before him. His eyes drop to my breast, then between my legs before he remembers himself. I note the pained look that crosses his face. It’s so damn hot that he’s doing this for me. While wearing his glasses nonetheless.
I want to kiss him all over his face and tell him how much I love him, but I don’t want to break character. I tap the flogger beneath his chin, tilting my head to the side as I look at him. His eyes remain on the floor this time.
“Look at me, Angel,” I command. His eyes snap up from the floor. “Are you mocking me?”
He can’t help himself. He licks his lips, while giving me a look that tells me I’m going to get it later. I’m loving this.
“No, Mistress,” he replies.
“Your safe word has me thinking that’s a lie,” I purr.
“I would never lie to you, Mistress.”
“Is that right?” I ask tilting my head to the other side.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Do you find Doll attractive?” I ask.
“Yes, Mistress, but you are the most beautiful woman in the world to me. Attractive is beneath alluring, bewitching, tantalizing, or captivating. You are all of those things and more to me, Mistress,” he replies.
“While your words are beautiful, you talk too much,” Doll says behind me. “If you want to give more than the answer your mistress asks you for, you should ask for permission.”
A dark look comes over his face, but he doesn’t reply. Wanting to see how far I can push him, I lift up, turning to take a light seat on his shoulder. Again, using the tip of the flogger handle, I turn his face to me.
“Tell Doll you understand,” I say firmly.
“I understand, Doll,” he replies.
Leaning in, I peck his lips. I can feel that he wants to deepen it, but he holds back. I cup his face and lick the seam of his lips, coaxing him to open for me. I take over the kiss, moaning into his mouth.
I can feel Doll’s eyes on us. My mind goes to when I used to get myself off for Felix through the surveillance cams. I break the kiss before I get lost in it.
I stand turning to face Felix again. His eyes are locked on mine. I tsk at him and he lowers his head with a grin.
“We will start lightly, Mistress,” Doll says. “You want to hit where fat or muscle protects the body. A little flick of the wrist will do more than you think.”
I look from the flogger in my hand to Felix. I don’t think I can do this. I don’t think I would’ve done this if it weren’t him. I was hoping Doll would just offer the information I want to know once I told her what I planned.
“There are other ways to unlock pleasure,” she says when I hesitate. “I can tell you the things you want to know. We can use this time to explore other things if you like, Mistress.”
I turn to look at her and freeze. There is a suggestive measure to her tone that I pick up on. Yet, I don’t think her interest is in Felix.
* * *
Felix
I can sense it when it happens. When the room shifts and the tides change. I look up to make sure Kaye is okay. She is staring at Hayidah with a confused look on her face.
“What do you mean?” Kaye says.
“You like to be watched. There is power in commanding the attention of a viewer. I don’t think impact play is for you yet. But making him please you in front of me. That, Mistress, would make you very happy,” Hayidah explains. “Am I right, Mistress?”
“Yes,” Kaye nods.
My head tilts. I take in all the things I know Hayidah has noted. How she came to this conclusion. It’s all there.
I fight the smile that threatens to take over my face. This has taken an interesting turn. I don’t move waiting for Kaye to make a decision on what she wants.
“It is your scene, Mistress. Tell us what you want,” Hayidah says.
Kaye lifts her head and pushes her shoulders back. I can see the wheels turning in her head. The flogger drops from her fingertips.
She reaches for Hayidah’s hand leading her to the thrones. Kaye takes a seat, tugging her doll into her lap. They make a beautiful sight. Kaye whispers something in Hayidah’s ear that brings a smile to her face.
She turns and places a kiss on Kaye’s lips. My mouth drops open. When they break the kiss, they both turn to me with sly smiles on their faces.
“Stand up, Angel,” Kaye purrs.
I lift to my feet. Hayidah raises a brow at me, reminding me of my roll. I lower my head and come out of the stance that definitely reads of my propensity to be the dominate one in the room.
“Take your pants off,” Kaye commands next.
I’m smiling to myself as I start to unfasten my pants. I’m glad to be free of the constraints that have been tripping my erection. Pushing the pants down my thighs, I step out of them.
“Eyes up,” Kaye barks.
I look up through my lashes to see Hayidah kneading Kaye’s breast. Kaye’s eyes are on me. Her expression a mask of control. My cock twitches at the sight before me. Hayidah whispers something to Kaye, causing her to nod.
“Stroke yourself, Angel, but you’re not to come no matter what,” she ordered.
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