“You have to have some undeniable desires that aren’t being met. Why else would you come to a kink club?”
He rubbed his hands across his neck, squeezing it lightly. I watched as his forearms flexed, straining against the rolled sleeve of his black button-down shirt. The red lights bounced offthe layers of his firm, tattooed muscles.
I stood silently, contemplating his question. I started muttering words, stumbling over them seemingly just to fill the air.
“I…I came for Lacy, sh.. she begged me to come here and…” I didn’t even finish my sentence before I was cut off abruptly. His finger was over my lips as he chuckled at my nervous babbling.
“I’m teasing you, sweetheart,” he said with another chuckle.
He laced his fingers in mine. Immediately, I felt an electric connection. I recoiled, pulling my hand back, but quickly gave it back; whatever that was, I wantedmoreof it.
He guided me toward the exit door, where he knocked twice. The door swung open to a woman on the other side. She was wearing a tight black top and leather pants. She was stunning, but what caught my attention was her eyes. They were mesmerizing. She saw me staring and smiled from behind her black diamond-studded mask that matched a black heart-shaped pendant that hung from her neck.
“Good evening, Miss Reed,” he nodded as we walked past her and started toward a second hallway. She nodded, her eyes on me, and a small smirk crossed her lips.
We climbed the stairs; Dallas kept turning his head to look back at me, searching my eyes every few steps, making me blush a little harder each time he did. I had no idea where we were going, but for some strange, stupid reason, I was okay with that.
Searching for a missing piece…
Dallas
Iguided Delaney up the windy stairs. It was strange and unnatural, but for some reason, I already felt a connection to this woman. Each time our hands touched, I felt it. I didn’t know what it was about her, but I was going to enjoy finding out.
My cock twitched just thinking about all the things I wanted to do to her, but there was something I needed to know first.
I glanced back at her several times, looking for something, really for anything – fear, nerves, desire, lust, anything other than the trust I already saw there. Maybe I was imagining it, but only one other person had ever shared that look with me.
We made it to the top, where the room opened to what I like to call my brat-taming room. Two nights a week, I host a brat-taming class for my inexperienced Doms to sit back and take notes as they watch their subs be handled and punished by the one and only.DADDY
Although it is fun, it is also important for a Sub to learn how to respond to her Dom. She should learn how to tell her Dom she hasreached her limits and for their Dom to learn the body language of their Sub to sense their limits have been reached before they acknowledge it themselves.
As much as I would love to teach her a few things right now, we were only passing through. She slowed down her pace, taking in the variety of paddles, whips, handcuffs, and clamps hung by chains.
She let go of my hand as she made a beeline toward the wall I used to restrain my trainee. I watched quietly, taking note as she picked up one of the hanging chains and slid her fingers over the links, deep in thought. She silently grazed over the entire contraption, her fingertips softly caressing each groove as she walked slowly toward the next one, examining it like a fine piece of art.
Her lips parted, and I watched as she squeezed her thighs together. I love how I could read her body languagealready.
Pressing my body against hers, I walked up behind her, blocking her in between me and the spanking bench. She quickly turned to face me.
“Don’t you think you are a little close?” Her demeanor switched as she pretended not to like my gesture, but her body called out to me. She stared at me like she could see through my mask, like she could see into my soul. We stayed there, just looking at each other, for longer than I intended.
“Not close enough, sweetheart.” I used my fingers to push the hair from her face. Her eyes closed, and her head tilted against my hand momentarily, but she quickly recovered, blatantly denying herself of her true desires.Why?
“What are you afraid of, Miss Delaney?” I was curious what she would say next. Her unpredictability intrigued me.
“Who says I’m scared of anything?” she asked, teasing, her tone sprinkled with sarcasm.
I took the bait and played her little game by calling her out on her bluff. She may act like this isn’t thrilling for her to experience,but her body has already betrayed her façade of misleading words ever since she walked in my front door. There wasn’t even a slither of the truth in what she insisted with her words. My senses locked onto her signs, and I’ve never been led astray by my gut feeling.
I reached to pick up a red leather paddle from the wall, noticing her eyes silently tracking my movements.She was locked onto me, too.Slowly caressing the leather paddle, I slide it across my palm teasingly. She was silent, watching me intently. I took the paddle and smacked it hard against my hand, making a loudthwacksound that echoed throughout the empty room. She jumped with a gasp.
“Just imagine. I bend you over right here,” I rubbed my hand over the smooth leather of the spanking bench, “I rip your panties off of that juicy ass of yours,”
Her breath hitched, and her face turned a deep crimson as she bit her lip. I leaned in close. “I’d use this paddle against your soft skin, turning it a shade darker than what you are wearing on those pretty lips.” I let her know what happens to brats in my dungeon, pulling back slowly from whispering my intentions into her supple neck.
She inhaled and let out slowly, failing to seem calm and unfazed by my taunting.
I like this game.
