“Her? Mmm this will be good. Are you comfortable with that?” Liz asked as she wore a huge grin.
For as long as I have known her, Liz has played with men and women. Gender isn’t a deciding factor for her. She has an open and mature stance on that and is attracted to the person rather than their gender.
“I am. To be honest, not only am I finding that I’m comfortable with a lot of things that I had never tried, but that I love some of the things. Joshua, for example. I had so much fun demeaning him. I know that sounds horrible, but as I said mean things to him and punished him for not making me come right away, it turned me on so much.” I shrugged and set my coffee cup down. “If the mouth on my pussy is a guy or girl, it doesn’t matter to me. They’re both trying to achieve the same goal.”
“That’s the spirit,” Liz encouraged.
“James said it’s his alpha bottom,” I explained.
“Oh, that will be good for sure. Though she’s submissive, she also has a streak of a dominating characteristic in her.”
“What does that mean?” I asked. I was genuinely perplexed. An alpha submissive wasn’t a term that I had been exposed to with Jacob or in our experience in the club.
“She submits, but among submissives, she can lead them.”
This sounded very interesting.
“Well, little bitch alpha girl better be good at listening and pleasing me. Otherwise, she might find herself getting a nice fat cock from my strap-on up her bitchy ass,” I said in a matter of fact tone.
I kept a straight face as long as I could until Liz burst out laughing.
* * *
Staringat the dash of dark hair that peeked out from the white button-up shirt, I had no trouble at all focusing on James as he spoke. He could read the dullest article or recite a political speech, and I’d still give him my complete attention. He was just that kind of man. He had a sexy voice, and the way his eyes bore into mine as he talked made me melt inside. With his sleeves rolled up as they were, I could see a hint of a tattoo, and I was so curious to see the rest of it. What had spoken to this man enough to ink his body with it?
In the back of my mind, I could hear Liz telling me how well-endowed James was. For a brief moment, I had a fleeting thought that made my clit throb. The thought I had was kneeling for him and begging him to feed me his cock. That thought was even less likely to happen, considering the fact that I was done submitting. Jacob was the only one who earned my submission.
I cleared my mind of the dirty acts that I would do with James…if he was to fall into my hands.
“Alice is sweet, but she can be a handful. She has a very playful side and can jump into whatever mindset you require for a session. She is a masochist, so I think you will relate to her need for pain,” James informed me as he stroked his salt and peppered five o’clock shadow.
“Joshua, from last weekend, he wasn’t a masochist, was he?” I asked.
“Joshua isn’t a full-blown masochist. He doesn’tneedpain, but helikespain,” James said and then paused for a moment to let me think about what he said. “As a Top, it is imperative that you recognize the difference. Otherwise, you won’t meet the needs of the bottom.”
Meet the needs of the bottom? Well, what the fuck about my needs?I have needs too, and those are the needs that I am mainly trying to meet. If they come too, great. If not, oh fucking well. Surely, James knew this.
“Do you understand the difference, Elise?” James prompted me to respond.
“Yes, I understand,” I said.
I didn’t really see why it mattered. I would be a Top, negotiating sessions that I found fulfilling. If the bottom wanted to help fulfill my needs, then so be it. I certainly wasn’t a nurturing, Daddy Dom type like James was. I wanted to discipline and punish. I wanted my needs met.
I smiled politely as a beautiful young woman approached and stood beside James’ chair. This must be Alice. For whatever reason, she already grated on my nerves the way she clung close to James…her protector. James wrapped his arm around Alice with his hand resting on her hip bone. I wondered if he fucked her whenever he wanted. Jealousy reared its ugly head, and I had no idea why. James wasn’t mine, and I had no right to him. Yet young, Miss Masochist obviously had some claim to him, and it pissed me off.
“Elise, this is Alice…Alice, this is Elise. She will be the one topping you this evening. It will be in a learning environment, so I may interject at times to point things out,” James introduced us.
“It’s lovely to meet you, Alice,” I said with a smile plastered to my face.
Her smile appeared polite, and she nodded at me.
“Thank you for offering to top me this evening, Mistress Elise,” she said as she tucked a strand of her jet-black hair behind her ear.
She wore a cute matching bra and panty set in pale pink with dark pink piping that I wanted to rip off. Her tits filled her bra perfectly. I guessed that she was a C cup. I wondered if James sucked on those tits whenever he wanted. I hope she enjoyed having them slapped and pinched because this girl was already due a lovely punishment session.
Oh, this would be fun.
“Remember, this would be the ideal time for you to ask about hard limits and triggers, Elise,” James suggested.
