by LK Shaw
Josie
I pushed aside all thoughts of my father until I had a clearer head. I was still processing the horror I’d discovered yesterday. Instead, I brought my focus back to Miles. Throughout the week, I cast surreptitious glances at him. He was still going through the motions of day-to-day life, but I sensed a tiny fissure in the façade. On Wednesday, Bryce called me into his office. I’d expected to get an update on the Bullman case. Instead, he sat behind his desk with a shit-eating grin on his face.
“You wanted to see me?”
“Someone came to see me this morning.”
“Okay. Good for you. What does that have to do with anything?”
“It was lover-boy.”
That definitely got my attention. “And?” I hated that I sounded like an excited kid on Christmas morning.
“We had a lovely conversation about you. Or about Jasmine, rather.”
I screeched in frustration, which only caused Bryce to chuckle. “I swear to God, Bryce Ezekiel Harris, if you don’t tell me what you guys talked about, I will Photoshop a picture of you on your knees wearing a collar and leash and post it on every fetish and gay dating website in existence.”
“Jesus, woman, are you sure you’re not a sadist? I was just yanking your chain.” He flinched at the word ‘chain’. “He wants to see you at Eden again. He says he understands the rules and knows you’re the one in charge. He says he’s yours to command. Well, he didn’t use those exact words. I’m paraphrasing. Either way, he’s coming back to Eden on Saturday.”
I couldn’t help but squeal in excitement before reeling it back in.
“Thank you, Bryce. And I’m sorry I threatened you with such drastic measures.”
“No worries, buttercup. I forgive you. I’d probably do the same if I were in your shoes. But, in all seriousness. Be careful, Josie. Especially when you break it to him who you really are. You could destroy everything you’ve worked so hard for. I don’t want to see you hurt.”
I walked over and stepped into his arms. Even after all these years, I was still not fully used to people caring for me this much. My father had disowned me after he’d had to “clean up” my mess. His words. I’d come home for Christmas the following year, because my mother, for once in her miserable existence, insisted. It was probably the one time my broken down mother ever stood up to my father, at least after the first time he hit her. That was the only reason I’d met Connor. Suddenly, I was transported back to that first meeting.
“Hey there.”
I startled at the disruption and ink smeared across the page as my hand jerked across the paper I was writing on.
“Damn it.” My heart stuttered back into rhythm as I forced myself to relax. I looked up at the owner of the deep voice and uneasiness skittered through me. The man was a foot taller than me and outweighed me by a good hundred pounds. He could have crushed me with a single blow.
He held his hands up in front of him and an almost comical look of chagrin graced his face. “Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m Connor. I just started working security for your dad. You must be Josephine.”
I studied him as he stood almost awkwardly in the doorway, as though he didn’t know what to do with a teenage girl. He didn’t press to come in any farther. He just stood there, still as a statue, although a muscle or two twitched as if he fought off fidgeting. It was as though he were waiting for me to take his measure. He wasn’t classically handsome, his face too rugged for that. But his stillness had a weird calming effect on me. It’s said that the eyes are a window to the soul. Connor’s eyes spoke of deep pain. A pain I immediately connected with. Instantly, I felt at ease with him, which was odd considering his size, and the fact that I didn’t trust men. Not after my father.
“Josie.”
“Excuse me?”
“My friends call me Josie.”
His lips tipped up in a small, half smile. “Pleasure to meet you, Josie.”
Over the next six months, Connor had become one of my best friends. I couldn’t help but feel like he was an older brother looking out for me. That he would protect my little sister and me from the bad guys at any cost. Too bad he’d arrived a year too late. Maybe things would have turned out differently.
Once my father’s association with Connor ceased, so did my visits. I was never allowed to return home again after that. I hadn’t seen my mother or sister since I was twenty when my dad caught us secretly meeting; meetings I initiated even knowing my mother was terrified of my father finding out. Connor and Bryce were my family now.
“Thank you for caring so much. You were the one who made me take the leap. I might crash and burn, but it needs to be done. Once Miles forgives me for not being up front with him, I think he’ll realize what he could have with me. There’s something between us. Something real and powerful. Miles’ world is clouded by the guilt he feels about killing Malcolm. He needs to push it aside, as well as whatever else has held him back from me, and realize it.”
I withdrew from his embrace and went back to my office. A small smile never left my face the entire rest of the week. I even sensed a subtle difference in Miles as Saturday approached. He still didn’t come and joke with me, and I continued to sense the dark moments that were happening when he’d break out into a sweat and leave a room. But whereas before his trip to Eden, the bleakness wouldn’t escape his eyes the entire day, now there was a ten to fifteen second break every once in a while. As though something else broke through the darkness that shrouded him. A softness appeared on his face before quickly disappearing. It was a softness that lasted seconds longer by the time Friday rolled around.
Saturday night finally arrived, and I stood inside Eden, impatiently waiting for Miles to walk through the door with Bryce. Miles wasn’t a member, so he still required a personal invitation from a vetted member. I stood off to the side in the shadows so I could see him before he saw me.
Now was the time when I was glad there were no clocks inside. I would have only kept track as the seconds ticked by. Bryce said they’d be there at nine, and I knew it had to be around that time. Patience was not a virtue I possessed, and I didn’t feel like fending off different subs wanting to scene so I’d waited until eight-thirty before arriving. I must have been thinking about other things longer than I realized, because the next time I looked up, there he was. Tonight, though, he wasn’t wearing a mask so I could look fully at his face.
He had a few more lines than he did six years ago and his hair was slightly grayer, although he’d grown it out a little. My pussy throbbed as I remembered the abrasion against my inner thigh from his perpetual five o’clock shadow. It was softer than it looked, and I couldn’t wait to feel it again. His eyes darted around the room, and I knew he was looking for me. My heart raced with excitement, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I stepped out of the shadows, and as though an invisible string connected us, his gaze immediately zeroed in on me. Everyone around us disappeared.
We both slowly walked toward the other, the crowd of people miraculously parting to form a clear path between us. We met in the middle of the public play room. He was breathtaking.
“Good evening, Mistress Jasmine.” He lowered his eyes in deference.
“Miles.” Approval sounded in my tone. “I’m glad you came. I assume you learned what you needed to know about Domination and submission and that’s why you’re here tonight?”
“Yes, ma’am. I’m sure I’ll have more questions along the way, but for now, I learned everything I need to know to make an informed decision. I am here as a submissive. You should know though, I’m here as your submissive alone. I have no desire to submit to anyone else. As long as you can respect that, then I would like to proceed in whatever fashion you decide.”
My heart beat faster at his words. The fact that Miles only wanted to submit to me merely cemented the fact that we were meant for each other. Never before had I been this possessive of a sub. I’d scratch out the eyes of any Domme who thought to encroach on my
sub. Miles was mine.
“I don’t share what’s mine, so you have no worries on that account. Now, are you ready to experience more pleasure than you could have imagined?”
He didn’t answer right away. My fast beating heart suddenly stopped and my stomach lurched. Had he suddenly decided he wasn’t ready for this? Then his head was lifting and he looked directly into my eyes. “Am I yours?”
“Without a doubt.” I stood even taller and stared confidently at him, with no hesitation. No matter what might separate us, Miles would always be mine.
“Then, yes, Mistress, I’m ready.”
Miles
When Jasmine stepped out of the shadows, my heart skipped a beat. Immediately, though, it skipped again and began to beat at a normal rhythm, albeit a little faster now. I was a little disappointed that she wore her mask again, but I hoped once we were alone she’d remove it. I wanted to see her face completely this time. When she reached her hand out, I placed mine in hers without any hesitation. Sparks tingled up my arm as she laced our fingers together.
I followed behind her as she led me down a familiar path. The same man from last Saturday stood at the entrance to the hall of private rooms. He seemed slightly surprised to see us again, but he quickly masked his expression.
Before Jasmine could speak, the man, Damien, spoke first. “Room 3 is unavailable at this time, Mistress. However, Room 8 has just been cleaned and is ready for you.”
How he remembered the room we’d last used, I had no idea, but Jasmine didn’t seem surprised at his recollection. “Thank you, Damien. We’ll take Room 8.”
We walked to the far end of the hall and entered the second to last room. This room was different in every way from the last room we’d been in together. The last room was cozy, comfortable even. This room screamed seduction. The giant bed in the middle of the room was draped in lush satin fabric with a matching canopy. Varying shades of red, cream, and gold exploded around the room lending it a royal energy. I could almost picture a gem-encrusted throne on the opposite wall with velvet red upholstery and plush pillows. Sitting seductively in the imaginary throne was its queen, Jasmine. In my mind, I sat at her feet as she lovingly caressed my head while she addressed her subjects.
“Tell me what you learned about submission.”
I turned at the command, the scene in my head dissolving at the sound of her voice. I wasn’t upset the vision was gone, because I had the flesh and blood woman in front of me. Her beauty continued to astound me.
“I was told that the release of emotions can actually strengthen me. It forces me to feel instead of think. To push all the bad shit out and only embrace the pleasure. The pleasure I receive from submitting is only intensified by pleasing my mistress.”
I could tell my words pleased her. I basked in her approval. “Someone has been doing his homework. I’m impressed.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“During your studies, did you run across things that intrigued you or turned you off?”
“I’m not into pain. No cock and ball torture for sure. No needles either. Oh, and please don’t pee on me.”
I begged her with my eyes at that last one. If that was a person’s kink, more power to them, but I didn’t see the appeal.
Jasmine released a soft chuckle. “No worries on any of those accounts. I’m not a sadist, so I derive no pleasure from causing you excessive pain. Although, keep in mind that a small bite of pain only makes the pleasure that much sweeter. And you won’t have to worry about me peeing on you. Not my kink either. You’ve mentioned the things that you don’t want. What about the things you do?”
My mind went through some of the different things I saw on the website Connor had directed me to. I’d definitely had a few fantasies about being tied up. Fantasies that continued to surprise me. I was still trying to reconcile the fact that any thoughts of submitting to Jasmine turned me on more than anything else in my life.
“Bondage looked kind of hot. Being tied down while you had your wicked way with me. I can deal with that kind of kinky.”
“You do realize that there is more to being tied up than just being kinky, don’t you?”
I sensed disappointment in her words.
“Sorry, I was just attempting to lighten things up a little.”
“I get it, but you have to realize that for some of us who enjoy bondage, it’s more than kinky. It’s a sense of pride in our workmanship. In our ownership of our submissive. You become one with the rope. It’s an extension of you, a part of you. It’s the ultimate show of trust to allow me to place you in bondage, whether it be cuffs or rope or whatever implement I choose. You’re telling me that you know I won’t cause you harm. That I’ll protect you. It shows me that you’re willing to put yourself under my control. It’s about the power exchange. Do you understand, Miles?”
I absorbed her words and the meaning behind what she was telling me. Everything she said struck a chord within me. It humbled me. “Yes, Mistress. I apologize.”
“I just want you to realize the impact your submission has on both of us. Now that you understand, do you know about safe words?”
“Yes, I was educated on safe words and their use.”
“Good. A safe word is extremely important. For tonight you can use the universal words. Green means everything is good, yellow means slow down, and red means everything stops. Will you have trouble remembering them?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Do you have any questions? I want you to know that you can discuss anything with me without fear of judgment.”
I had questions, but I couldn’t pinpoint a single one so I could only shake my head and repeat my previous answer. “No, ma’am, no questions.”
“Before we go any further, there’s something I need to tell you though, Miles. Please don’t be mad at me. I thought this was the only way.” Her words didn’t make any sense, and I didn’t want to puzzle them out right now, because excitement filled me as she reached up to remove her mask. Finally, I was going to see her.
Once it was removed, I blinked. And blinked again. She reached up a second time and removed the long brown wig and then shook out her short blonde hair. My mind had to be playing tricks on me. I stared in horror at the woman in front of me. This couldn’t be real. Because there was no way in fucking hell that Josephine Bishop was the woman who I’d agreed to submit to. Who I had planned on letting dominate me. No fucking way.
“Are you fucking kidding me? Was this some kind of joke to you, Jas— Josephine?”
“Miles, no, I swear. This was the only way I could show you how much I love you. That we were made for each other. You’ve been ignoring this thing between us for six years, Miles. I’ve done everything under the sun to get you to acknowledge this attraction. To see what was right in front of you.”
“By lying to me? By deceiving me? You don't do that to someone you purport to love, Josephine. Maybe there was a reason I haven’t acted on it. What gives you the right to force someone to be who they’re not to fill some void inside yourself you need filled.”
She bristled and her eyes spit fire. “Wait a minute. I never forced you to do anything, Miles. You were fully on board with this the minute you walked through that door. Don’t you dare try to push your insecurities about your submission onto me. You said you were ready. Just because you suddenly can’t handle the truth of who I really am, don’t try to make me feel guilty. Unlike you, I don’t feel unnecessary guilt for shit I have no reason to feel guilty about.”
I flinched at her words, because I knew they were true. I was completely aware of what I was doing when I came here tonight. I wanted to submit to Jasmine. Jasmine, not Josephine. Fuck. I was so confused right now. Well, except for one thing. I wasn’t confused about my feelings at the moment. The betrayal stung. It stung to a point where I wasn’t sure I could forgive her. I had my reasons for staying away from her. And for her to take that away from me without my consent was a violation of trust.
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��I may be new to this, but based on everything I’ve heard and read, trust and communication are two of the most important aspects of this whole submission thing. Without trust, you have nothing. You broke my trust tonight, Josephine. I don’t know that I can forgive this.”
I needed to get out of this room and away from her. I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to not say something I might regret later.
“So, that’s it? We’re not even going to talk about this?”
I stared at her, ignoring the tears starting to form in her eyes. I refused to feel guilty about one more thing. “I can’t even look at you right now. I need to leave before I say something I’ll regret. You told me my safe word puts a stop to whatever is happening.” I calmly opened the door and turned back to look at Josephine. “Red.”
I walked out without another word.
Josie
Shit. This was all my fault. I should have listened to Connor. I blinked back my tears, knowing they wouldn’t do me any good anyway. I exited the room and made my way back to the common area thinking about everything I had done wrong. After stepping up to the bar, Joseph, the bartender took my order.
I stood, gazing out at nothing, when a warm body moved into the space next to me. Joseph returned with my drink, and with a quick movement, I threw back the shot of tequila. I smacked the shot glass onto the table, surprised I didn’t break it with the force of its descent.
“I take it you’re having a bad night.” It wasn’t a question.
I turned my head toward the voice at my right. A familiar blond man leaned against the bar, beer in hand. I signaled to Joseph for another shot before fully turning to face the handsome Dom. Donovan Jeffries was a silent partner of Eden. He’d changed over the last year though. I remember him being charming and charismatic and while he still presented a similar front, something else lurked behind his eyes that he could never quite hide. He reminded me of Miles. However, Donovan was a puzzle I had no interest in solving. Miles was the person I cared about right now.