Three Secrets(3)

He leaned back in the chair. “So, you’re a Domme. I’m not really sure what that means, but I am curious about one thing. Do you do it with a lot of different men?”

Her stomach tightened. Did he think she did it professionally?

“I wouldn’t say a lot of men. Just the ones I’ve had a sexual relationship with.”

She realized that didn’t really answer the question, but he didn’t press it further.

“I’m curious if you’ve dominated more than one man at a time,” he said.

Her lips compressed. “That’s like me asking if you’ve had a threesome with two women.”

“That’s true. I guess I’m just curious how adventurous you are with sex.”

She raised an eyebrow. “How about we focus on the fact I’m a Domme, so I can address your concerns?”

He nodded. “Okay, why don’t you just explain to me what you do?”

“That’s a pretty broad question, but I’ll do my best.” Now was the time to put her skills to work. “But first, there’s a bottle of water in the fridge, and a clean glass and a bucket of ice on the counter. I’d like some ice water. Would you mind?”

“Sure.” He stood up and fetched the water, then set the tinkling glass on the table in front of her.

She took a sip and set it down again.

“So as a Domme, I take control of the situation. This can be only in the bedroom, or beyond that if that’s what my partner wants.”

“You never did that with us,” he said.

“No. I didn’t want to scare you away. Our romance started fast and because of circumstances, I knew we wouldn’t be together long. With previous lovers, I had the luxury of time to build a relationship and introduce the domination slowly.” She gazed into his blue eyes, willing him to understand. “You were so special and I wanted it to work between us so badly… I tried to ignore my usual tendency to take control. I did it, but it was a struggle, and I realized I was denying who I really am, and a relationship cannot continue if it requires that.”

He nodded. “I understand.”

She picked up the water, the ice cubes clinking against the side of the glass, and took another sip. “I don’t know about you, but I find it hot in here.” In fact, she’d turned up the heat so it was a little warm. “Would you turn down the thermostat?”

As he walked to the control box on the wall, she unfastened the sash on her shirt and released the two buttons holding it closed, then dropped the garment from her shoulders and laid it over the arm of the chair. Underneath she wore a snug, black leather top with a zipper down the front and a zipper slashing across each breast.

When he sat back down, his gaze dropped to the silver zipper over her left breast. She fanned herself with her hand and drew the front zipper down a little, revealing cleavage. His gaze followed her movement, his eyes glittering. She dragged her fingertips along her skin as she drew her hand away.

“That’s an interesting top. Are you planning to pull out the whips and chains and dominate me right now?”

She smiled. “I think you’d like me to chain you up so you’re helpless, then take advantage of you,” she said in a seductive voice. Actually, she had no idea and said it just to see his reaction. His expression remained closed, but she could see his cock getting hard beneath the denim.

So, he was interested.

“But to answer your question, I’m not planning anything so brute force. I do think it’s a good idea to give you a taste of what I do, though.”

He leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest. “All right. Go ahead.”

She smiled. “I’ve already started.”

He tipped his head. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve already performed two tasks for me. And I’ve found out that you are open to the idea of being chained up. At least, that’s what the bulge in your pants tells me.”

He compressed his lips. “Okay, so you’re going to give me a demonstration?”

“Will you be open to it?”

He nodded. “Sure. So what do you want me to do?”

“First, you ask no more questions. You just do as you’re told.” She’d added an authoritative edge to her voice, but not too much. She wanted to ease him into this. “Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“When you address me, call me Ma’am or Mistress.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

She smiled. “Very good. Now first I want to make it clear that we will not be having sex tonight. I am just going to give you a taste of what it’s like to be dominated by me.”