He repeats the process on my other foot, massaging my calf, dropping little kisses. I groan and close my eyes, enjoying every bit of it.
But when he pushes his hands up my legs, sliding them under my dress, my eyes fly open and I slap his hands away.
“I didn’t say you could do that.”
He drops his hands and rises halfway up on his knees, his face at the level of my pussy. His mouth looks so inviting, I can barely concentrate.
“What would you like me to do, Mistress Sophia?”
I cannot even believe that this is happening right now. And that it is hands down the hottest thing I never knew I wanted. “Take off your clothes.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He peels off his shirt and tosses it aside in a flash, unbuttoning his jeans, and shuffling them off. He’s already hard. So very hard. My pussy clenches in response.
“Good. Get on your hands and knees.” He does as he’s told. I’m impressed he’s let it go this far, but I honestly can’t even believe that I’m the one saying these words. “Good boy. Now wait.”
I let him stay there on the kitchen floor on his hands and knees as I go back into my bedroom and open my nightstand drawer. Hmm, so many fun options. I pick what I want and bring them with me.
I dump everything on the floor next to him, and Vin scans the toys and raises an eyebrow at me.
“So you’re taking the whole mistress thing literally then.”
“We’re just going to test your statement. You said you are not a misogynist, that women are equal to men.”
“Yes,” he says slowly.
“Then what you do to me, I should be able to do to you, right?”
“Well…”
“It’s either true or it isn’t.” I pick up a flogger and flick it against my hand. The leather is so soft and supple. Every time Vin used it on me flashes through my head, and I’m instantly wet. “Am I your equal, Vincenzo? Or do you view me as your slave that you use whenever you want?”
“I’m not interested in being fucked in the ass, Sophia.”
“Interesting that you would start there. I believe I placed that boundary when we met.” I drag the flogger down his back, over his ass, and thighs. “Do you recall what you did with that boundary?”
He exhales hard and drops his gaze to the floor. “Sophia…”
“Do you recall what you did with that boundary?”
“Yes,” he clips.
“And? Did you respect that boundary?”
He hangs his head and sighs. “I know where this is going, and I don’t want—”
“We’re not here to talk about what you want, Vin. We’re here to test your assertion that you believe I am your equal, that what is fine for you is fine for me and vice versa.”
Letting just the tips of the flogger touch his skin, I stipple it lightly up his back until a chill runs through him. I smile.
“I don’t like pain, and you do. It’s not going to turn me on to be hurt by you. And as far as I could tell, you liked all the things I did to you even if you started out saying you didn’t want them.”
“Hmm. Fair point.” I keep dragging the flogger lightly over his ass and thighs and he tenses. “You can relax, Vin. I’m not going to hurt you. I promise you that I will keep everything pain-free unless you ask me.”
His back muscles soften slightly, and he watches me over his shoulder with narrowed eyes.
I sigh. “You don’t trust me. Yet this is how women feel when they are with men. But here’s where you and I differ: I don’t want to do anything to you that you don’t want to happen. And unlike you, I don’t tell two people the same thing at the same time.”
His brow furrows. “The fuck are you talking about?”
