Dirty Bad Savage(45)

I shrugged. “She looked like she was enjoying herself enough.”

“Want to go there, you think? With Missy?”

Her words smashed into my senses, but with her I didn’t mind, didn’t clam up like usual. “Hope so.” I took a long drag. “Want to, ya know?”

“If you can dom her even half as well as Masque doms Cat, she’ll be putty at your feet, baby. I promise you.”

“I want her to look at me like that. Like Cat looked at him.”

“That’s the rush we all crave, that reverence in someone else’s eyes. Knowing that right then you’re everything... their master, their lover, their fucking God.”

I stared at the woman in front of me. “You’re a dominant then? Same as Masque?”

“I’m a switch, but you’d hardly know it,” she smiled. “Yeah, you could say I’m a dominant.”

“Cool,” I said, lost for any more words.

“Yes it is, baby. Yes it is.”

The balcony door creaked, and once again the bulk of the beast filled the doorway. I stepped aside so he felt free to speak to Raven, but he called me back.

“I’m here to see you,” he said. His voice was back to normal, friendly like.

“Me?” I retraced my steps. “Oh shit, yeah, the tattoos. She’d look good with ink, yeah.”

“Not about the ink, this time,” he smiled and my heart thumped fucking faster. “Did you like the show?”

“Aye.”

“Think it’s for you, this scene?”

I shrugged, tongue-tied, and Raven saved me, placing a hand on Masque’s chest and leaning in close to him.

“It’s for him,” she smiled. “Most definitely.”

I felt my face burning, and toked on my cig, awkward.

“You ever done anything like this before, Callum?” he asked.

I shook my head. “Nah. Not like this. Been rough, like, but not like what you did, in there.”

“Missy is a good girl, she’ll take what you give her.”

“Dunno what I’ll give her, yet,” I admitted, staring out beyond them to the yard below.

“Maybe that’s how I can help,” the beast said. “I have an offer for you.”



***



My nerves were all over the place, but still I fucking followed him. Right through the club I followed him, right over to the bar and right into the flustered gaze of Sophie Harding.

“Callum is coming with me awhile.” Masque had that tone again. The don’t fuck with me tone.

Sophie looked up at him, and her eyes were like Cat’s, full of adoration. “He is?”

“Yes. He is.”

Her eyes darted to me and I didn’t know where to put myself. I looked at the floor until I felt her attention leave me, turning back to the man at my side.

“And me?” Sophie asked. “Can I come?”

“No,” he said simply. I could’ve fucking died. “You’ll stay here, won’t she, Callum?”

I found the words but they felt hollow. “Yeah, stay here.”

She didn’t argue, but her face was white, panicked like. I wanted to say something, tell her it’d be alright, but Masque was already leaving. I shrugged and followed, where to I didn’t fucking know, but I followed anyway. He led me down a packed out corridor. People were watching through windows, jerking off to the sight of hot, naked bodies. I kept my attention ahead, watching only Masque’s muscled back as the onlookers parted for him. He opened a door at the far end, one of the rooms with no windows.

Cat was waiting there. She was standing in the centre of the room, still naked, eyes on the floor with her head bowed. She didn’t acknowledge our presence, made no move at all. My stomach flipped, heart in my fucking throat.

“This is no place for Missy,” Masque said. “She’s your submissive in this place, and a submissive has no business being involved in what’s about to occur here.”

“What’s that?” I said. “What we doing here?”

He smiled, and patted me on the shoulder. “Call this a helping hand. If you want it, that is?”

“A helping hand?”

“I want to show you the ropes. I think it should help.”

“With Cat?!” I asked, eyes wide as fucking saucers.

“This isn’t sex, Callum. I’m not that presumptuous, nor that generous.” His mouth twitched into a grin. “BDSM is a complex interplay of dynamics. The way you read your submissive is critical. She needs to feel dominated, but she also needs to feel safe, secure in submitting her will to yours. A dominant’s role may seem all about their own pleasure, but it’s far from it. While you are in play your attention should be entirely on your sub, how she’s reacting, how close she is to her limits. Becoming a skilled master can take years of practice, I just want to help you along the way.”