“Hi,” I say cautiously.
“I was wondering if we could talk for a moment before you leave today.” He shuffles his feet, looking uncertain, and I feel my heart soften a little more.
“Come in.” I open the door wider, and he steps in. “I was just getting ready, but we can talk now if you want.”
He looks around my room in interest. As pretty as it is, there isn’t a lot that shows my personality in here. I gave up all my interests when I realized I wasn’t going to have time for anything else. I also disposed of all of my high school and childhood memorabilia in a fit of rage after the Stacey situation, so the only thing that says anything about me is the box of wool and knitting needles next to the small couch in the little cove next to the window.
“What can I help you with?” I ask, using the spare towel to dry my hair before tossing it on the bed. He frowns, picks it up, and takes it into the bathroom. I can’t stop the bemused smile that crosses my lips at his actions. It’s cute. Both Sage and I are kind of slobs. We’re lucky we have people to clean up after us.
I sit down on the bed and wait for him to return, and when he does, he looks at me intensely.
“Are you planning on going back to the Black Rose anytime soon?” he asks with a desperate sort of breathlessness. I look at him carefully. His shoulders are slightly hunched, and the fingers on one hand constantly clench and release in a nervous tick.
“I wasn’t planning on it. I have a lot going on, and after our untimely exit last week, I’m not sure if I was recognized or not,” I tell him honestly, and his entire body seems to cave in on itself, so much so that I’m not surprised when he drops to his knees in front of me, reaching for my hands.
“Please, Tori, I need Mistress V. I need to hurt,” he begs so prettily, his head bowed as he stares at the ground.
I feel a rush of adrenaline, and my hands clench the sheets on either side of my thighs. “How badly do you need it?” I ask huskily and lift his chin so he’s looking at me. I can see the torment and desperation in his eyes, and a shiver of desire flows down my spine.
“So much,” he replies, a tear glistening in the corner of one eye.
“Hmm, come with me.” I stand up, and my towel loosens, but instead of grabbing it, I let it fall to the ground, exposing my naked body to him. His pupils blow, but he scrambles to his feet and follows me as I leave the room and walk down the hallway toward my hidden room. I hope Gio and Casey are already down at breakfast, because I don’t want them seeing me parade naked through our hallways, and I also don’t want them knowing about the room. Gio has no sense of decency and would probably use it for his own enjoyment.
I don’t need to look back to know Colton is following me. I reach the bookcase at the end of the hall and pull out the book lever. The wall clicks open, and I pull the secret door ajar then step back for Colton to enter. He doesn’t even hesitate as he hurries into my secret room. He looks around in awe.
I walk past the bed, trailing my finger over the lush coverings before moving over to my cupboards of toys. I don’t have my favorite knife with me, but I do have some in here just in case. I pick one of those up now and test the sharpness against the pad of my thumb. There’s a brief bite of pain, and a drop of blood wells on the digit. I lick it off before looking up at Colton. He’s staring at me with lustful eyes, and I can see the outline of his cock in his sweatpants. I put the knife down, walk over to the St. Andrew’s cross, and trail my finger over it. “I’ve never had you on one of these. I can’t wait to see you spread out and at my mercy. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I ask him, and he nods, tracking my path toward him like a gazelle watching a lion.
When I reach him, I grab his hair and pull it so he has to bend down to my level. Without my heels on, he’s a good head taller than I am.
“Use your words,” I growl, tightening my fist in his hair, and he groans before mumbling, “Yes, mistress.”
“Good boy,” I praise and release some of the tension without letting go completely. Before I can second-guess myself, I kiss him. Whenever we’ve been in a session, his plump lips always tempted me to bite them, and knowing I have no such restriction now is exciting. He holds still like a good, obedient boy, kissing me back without grabbing for me or trying to take things further.
“Oh.” A voice in the doorway has me freezing and turning to see Vienna staring at the two of us. “Sorry, I was looking for Colt to tell him breakfast is ready.” She looks around the room in interest, stopping at the stocks, and a memory comes to my mind.
“I saw you, Tristan, and Xavier doing a scene in those one night at the Black Rose, didn’t I? I recognize their tattoos now,” I ask her, not releasing Colton, and she blushes prettily.
“Yeah, sometimes we play around while Colton is at one of his sessions. None of us knew it was you doing them,” she tells me, not hiding her appreciation of my naked body. My nipples pebble even harder at her perusal, and I grow damp between my thighs. I don’t want to go to work feeling needy. I have too much to do today to be distracted, so these two are going to give me what I need.
“And you don’t mind if Colton and I continue his… therapy here?” I ask, and she shakes her head, looking relieved.
“No, not at all. None of us can cut him and enjoy it, so knowing you can give him what we can’t is a relief.”
“And what about you? Do you enjoy a little pain with your pleasure?” I ask her, and she shakes her head.
“I don’t enjoy being cut, but I don’t mind other things.”
“Like what?” I prompt, wanting to know it all.
“I like to be spanked, and I like nipple clamps. I also like to be both praised and humiliated,” she replies, not meeting my eyes.
I run my gaze over her body. She’s already dressed for the day, and she’s wearing a short black skirt with an equally tightwhite shirt and has Converse on her feet. She looks cute in a college girl kind of way, and I want to see her on her knees, choking on Colton’s cock.
“Close the door, Vienna,” I say slowly, and she quickly does what I say, pulling the handle on this side to lock us away in private. This room is completely soundproof, and even someone standing on the other side wouldn’t know any of this is in here.
I lean in to whisper to Colton, who has stayed nice and still in my grasp. “I’m not going to cut you today. I don’t have time. We can discuss that tonight if you wish, but I am going to see that you get a bit of relief from that.” I nod down at the bulge in his sweats, and he shudders in desire. “Get over here,” I tell Vienna. “I want to see you on your knees and your mouth on Colton’s cock. I want to see tears rolling down your face and spit dripping off your chin. I want to hear how much you love sucking his dick, you dirty little slut.”
Her eyes widen, and I see a tremor run through her body as she follows my commands. I feel a rush of appreciation and release Colton’s hair, allowing him to stand up straight.
