“I’ll be right back.”
I eased down on the plush cushions of the sofa to await William’s return. I tapped my foot on the floor as anticipation pricked along my skin. Was this what lifestyle Dommes felt like when interacting with a new sub? It was all the anxiousness of a casual date coupled with a hyper sexual awareness.
William returned with my drink and a beer for himself. “Interesting choice,” I mused.
“Why do you say that?”
“I would’ve imagined you with something…classier. Like white wine or a fine liquor.”
A chuckle rumbled from William’s broad chest. “Do forgive me, Mistress, but I think if I ordered that I’d be a pretentious prick.”
“There’s nothing pretentious about you.” Feeling extremely bold and uninhibited, my hand dropped to his lap. At my squeeze, he inhaled a sharp breath. “I’ve always thought the word ‘prick’ rendered itself to small, and you certainly don’t have a prick.”
“What do I have, Mistress?”
“A cock.”
“That’s good to know.”
I took my hand away, noting William’s frustrated sigh. “What do you like when you play?”
“I like being controlled.”
I smiled. “That’s good because I like to tell men what to do.”
“I also like pain.”
“I didn’t ask you that, but thanks for volunteering that information.”
“My apologies, Mistress. I seem to be speaking more freely around you than I should.”
“And I’m allowing you to more than I should.” Tapping my toe on the floor, I said, “Hmm, so I have another masochist. I just worked one over an hour ago.”
“I don’t always have to have pain to get off. It just heightens everything for me. It’s like the difference in jerking off compared to coming inside a tight pussy.”
His analogy had my mouth once again running dry. After taking a long gulp of my drink, I asked, “Is CBT your thing, too?”
William grimaced slightly. “Not exactly.”
“What exactly don’t you like about it?”
“Well, to be frank, I happen to like my dick, so I don’t like it being tortured.”
Although I normally wouldn’t have allowed so much chatter with a sub, I was so intrigued by everything William had to say that I allowed it. “Interesting. I would assume you liked that fine body of yours, yet you don’t mind it being beaten.”
Amusement lit up William’s eyes. “Bruises and cuts can heal, but I’m not sure about a broken dick.”
I laughed heartily at his remark. “You men are all the same. If it came down to having to choose to live without your dick or die, I think ninety-nine percent would choose death.”
“I plead the fifth on that one.” He took a swig of beer. “As for my balls, I would like to have children one day, and I’m not sure how plausible that would be once you’ve had them repeatedly tied up.”
“That’s a very valid point. So for you, it’s just being bossed around with some pain.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Any hard limits?”
“Anal play and humiliation.”
“For some reason that doesn’t surprise me.”
“Why is that, Mistress?”
“When I first saw you, I thought you were a dominant playing at being a sub. We get some of those here. They like to come in and screw around by trying to top from the bottom. It’s a waste of everyone’s time. It’s one thing to be a switch when the scene has been agreed on.” I sighed. “But it was a stupid assumption—one that after all my years and experiences in the scene, I should never have made.”
“You thought that because of the way I look?”
“No, it wasn’t just about the fact you’re built like a brick shithouse. It was also about the way you carried yourself.”
He grimaced. “The last few weeks have been crazy at work. I just received a transfer, so there’s all this new shit to learn. I guess I hadn’t completely left my work side behind and got into the sub zone.”
I bit back a smile at the way he liked to ramble. I could tell he was the kind of personable guy who never met a stranger and was open and honest with every facet in his life. It was endearing.
“Before we go downstairs, what’s your safe word?”
“Heisman.”
“After the trophy?”
William’s brows popped in surprise. “Are you a football fan?”
“No, but my little brother is. Well, I guess I shouldn’t say ‘little’ brother since he’s seventeen and six three. He’s the quarterback at his high school.”
“That was my position back in the day.”
I pursed my lips at him. “Ah, I should have pegged you for a former football player.”
He winked. “Pegging is a hard limit.”
“A sub who likes to tease. I’m pretty sure that’s a Domme’s job.”
“I look forward to your teasing.”
“And I look forward to putting you in your place.” Oh yes, I was really looking forward to putting him in his place. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had such a cute, intelligent, and funny sub to play with. This was really going to be fun.
After rising off the couch, I crooked my finger at William. “Let’s go.”
When the elevator’s doors opened, I led William down the dungeon’s long hallway. “Where did you and your former Mistress play?”
I was glad to see that the door he pointed to was occupied. I didn’t want any past memories with Calla polluting his subspace during our session. I chose a different room from the one Owen and I had used. It was smaller, more intimate. It only housed a St. Andrew’s Cross, a spanking bench, and a suspension holder for chain and rope rigging.
After closing and locking the door, I turned around to find William in the Attention position. His heels were together with his toes pointing on the line painted on the floor. His arms hung straight at his sides, and he stared straight ahead. Having a sub in the Attention position always made me feel a little like a drill sergeant inspecting a recruit.
Taking my time, I made my way over to him. His breathing became more rapid with every step I took. Standing next to him, I pressed one of my fingernails into the base of his neck and then drew it slowly down his spine, which caused his body to vibrate. “What do you want me to do to you, William?”
“Whatever pleases you, Mistress.”
Tsking at him, I said, “You know that’s not entirely true because we already talked about your hard limits.”
“I still want to please you, Mistress.”
“We’ll see about that.” I jerked my chin up. “Take your pants off.”
William’s hands immediately went to the button on his jeans. After he undid it, he slid the zipper down. I waited with bated breath as he pushed the denim over his hips and down his thighs. I wasn’t disappointed in the fact he wasn’t wearing any underwear.
After he stepped out of his jeans, he started to bend down to pick them up and fold them like a sub was always instructed, but I shook my head. “Leave them. I want to look at you first.”
He stood stock-still affording me the perfect view of his erection. Being a Domme, I’d seen a lot of dicks in my time with only a few being impressive. William’s certainly made an impression. With his looks, it almost wasn’t fair that he’d been blessed with a nice cock as well. Some guys just had everything.
“Very nice,” I murmured, as I walked around him to get an eyeful of his ass. Just like his cock, it was perfection. Two fleshy round globes with indentations at the top that you wanted to press your fingers and your tongue into.
“What’s your favorite type of restraint, William?”
“The St. Andrew’s Cross, Mistress.”
“Why is that?”
“I like that it exposes my back and legs to be whipped.”
“What else?”
“I like having the leather cuffs so tight they bite into my wrists and ankles, leaving marks.”
“I see.” I walked around to face him. “But I bet you feel vulnerable having your ass exposed?”
He frowned. “I suppose so.”
With a wink, I said, “Lucky for you, I’m not a huge fan of the cross or leather cuffs. My choice of restraint is rope.”
“I’ve never been tied up with rope before.”
I smiled. “A rope virgin? Lucky me.”
“I’m sure it’s me who is lucky.”
“We’ll see, pretty boy,” I mused as I went over to the supply cabinet. I took out the bundle of measured rope before walking over to the suspension bar. “Come here.”
When William was standing before me, I instructed, “Put your hands out in front of me. Palms facing each other.” After William did as he was told, I began to slide the rope teasingly up his arm. “How does that feel?”
“Fine, Mistress.”
“Just fine? Describe to me how it feels?”
“It’s pretty smooth. Not as scratchy as I thought it would be.”
“Good. That’s how it’ll feel rubbing against your skin when you’re tied up.” When I began to wrap the rope around his wrists, I commanded, “Keep your eyes on me.”