I’m taken aback. I wasn’t expecting this request. It’s not unreasonable, just unexpected, and now I’m wondering if it’s wise. I’ve dominated people before for the purpose of instruction. That’s not unheard of. I’ve done hundreds of demonstrations for the benefit of either an entire crowd, a classroom, or even a single Dom needing guidance.
Part of me isn’t sure why I’m hesitating. But the intelligent part of me knows precisely the reason for my hedging. Josie. I have feelings for her. I shouldn’t be surprised. I have feelings for both of my guests. Inappropriate for this situation. I’m well aware that I shouldn’t have even proposed this undertaking. It was in very poor judgment, and now that this couple is in my home, I’m even more certain I’ve gone a bit too far.
I knew I was attracted to Grayson, a sensation I’ve carried for a year, but I’ve been a bit blindsided by my interest in Josie recently. She’s got that look in her eyes, the one that tells me she’s starving, and her eagerness and naiveté already has my cock hard.
She’s fucking cute, too. And small. I’m six-two. She can’t be over five-two. Except for her tits, the rest of her is proportionately sized. I could easily lift her and swing her through the air, which I’ve visualized already while watching her soak in the room I prepared for her.
I realize Grayson is staring at me, waiting for me to respond. “Of course. If that’s what you want. We’ll have to ask Josie, but it’s an option.” Why the hell am I consenting to this? It’s dangerous territory. I’m practically salivating at the idea of taking on a Daddy persona with Josie.
One thing is for sure—Josie is less likely to notice my attraction for Grayson if I spend my time dominating her.
Grayson blows out a breath, letting his shoulders fall, as if I’ve just lifted a ten-ton boulder off him. “Good. I think that would be easier. It seems like it would be weird having you instruct me. Like I’m your sub or something.” He shifts in his seat, eyes not meeting mine.
Ah, so that’s what this is about. The man is still worried about his masculinity or his status as a Dominant. Interesting. I wonder if I’ll be able to break down that wall, because he’s seriously mistaken if he thinks he can’t be a switch. I feel just as confident that he’s a switch today as I did a year ago and every time I’ve observed him in between.
“There’s nothing wrong with having both dominant and submissive tendencies,” I inform Grayson. I need to start planting this seed if we’re going to make progress. “It’s quite common. Some of the firmest Doms I know are also capable of switching.” I hadn’t really meant to bring this up so soon, but the conversation strayed that direction on its own.
He swallows and then licks his lips.
My cock grows harder, which annoys me. Even though this arrangement was not initiated in my office and I’m not receiving money for my services, I’d still like to maintain some level of professionalism. This couple asked me to help save their relationship, not fuck them both.
Right now I want to rise from my chair, close the distance between me and Grayson, lift his chin with my fingers, and lick the seam of his lips the same way he’s just done. I’ll show him what it means to be serviced. By me. On my terms. He won’t regret it.
I shake the thought from my head and meet his shocked gaze.
Somehow he manages to rein in his surprise and shrug. “Of course. I just don’t see myself like that.”
If I’m successful this weekend, he will leave my home seeing himself entirely differently. Hell, if I’m successful this weekend, I’m going to end up lonely and disappointed when these two leave. The hole in my chest is already forming. I’m going to get hurt if I’m not careful.
“Hello?” The soft voice coming from behind me causes me to rise and turn around as Josie enters the room. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
Grayson stands also. “You’re not interrupting. We were just waiting for you.”
As she shuffles farther into my office, my breath hitches. Damn. She’s fucking adorable. I’d hoped she would choose that dress at some point over the weekend, and I’ve gotten my wish. The pale blue looks amazing against her nearly white skin and black hair. The dress is short enough that I’ll be looking forward to getting a glimpse of her panties at some point. I’m curious to know which ones she’s chosen.
My palms are sweating, and I wipe them on my thighs as discreetly as possible. It’s been a while since I reacted this strongly to a little. My stiff cock is now rigid and uncomfortable. I’m in over my damn head for sure. My job here is to guide these two into a stronger relationship with each other. Instead, so far I’ve only contemplated how fucking attracted I am to both of them.
Josie keeps her head down as she pads closer, aiming toward Grayson. When she reaches his side, he toys with one of her pigtails and gives it a slight tug. “These are cute.”
I jerk my attention from Josie to Grayson, eyeing him as he takes her in.
Her nerves are palpable in the room. Expected under the circumstances, especially since she too must be gauging Grayson’s reaction.
Grayson fingers the poufy sleeves of her dress and then trails a finger along the neckline. “I like this dress. It suits you. You look more at home in it than jeans and a T-shirt.” His gaze roams up and down her frame. I’m pretty sure he finds her appealing.
“Thank you, Sir.” Manners are certainly not one of her weaknesses.
She glanced up at me. “I tried to hurry. I didn’t want to be late.”
Yeah. She’s fucking adorable. I’m in trouble. I smile at her. “You’re right on time. And Master Grayson is correct. That dress suits you. How does it feel?”
She shrugs, fidgets, and ends up crossing her arms under her breasts. “It feels weird not wearing a bra, but otherwise, I like it.”
I chuckle. “That’s usually the hardest part to get used to, but I’m proud of you for leaving it off and taking the risk.” Her breasts are pushed high with her forearms under them, and I can see the shadow of her areolas. I’d like to bare them and see how fast I can make her nipples stiff with my mouth.
Grayson tugs on her wrists. “Don’t cover yourself, Josie. You look amazing.” When she drops her arms, he sets his palms on her waist and eases them up until he flicks his thumbs on the undersides of her breasts.
Her breath hitches and she rises onto her toes. A flush covers her face.
And yes, my cock can get harder. I clear my throat. “Shall we move to the dining room?” I wave an arm toward the door, and the two of them follow me out of the office and down the hallway a short distance to the entrance of the dining room.
Esther is inside setting a steaming pot in the middle of the table. She smiles broadly as we enter. “Good evening, Sir.”
“Esther, I’d like you to meet Master Grayson and Josie.” I’ve told her all about them of course, and she’s beyond excited to have house guests for the weekend. She thinks I work too hard and don’t get enough downtime. She’s probably right. It’s been a long time since I had a full-time submissive. I just haven’t met the right person.
Esther beams at my guests. “Welcome. I’ll do my best to make sure you have an enjoyable weekend here. Please let me know if there’s anything you need.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” Josie says. She’s hiding slightly behind Grayson, tucked against his arm.
Esther, being the most observant woman I know, smiles at Josie. “That dress is lovely, dear. It looks perfect with your skin tone and dark hair.”
“Thank you,” Josie repeats, standing a bit taller.
Esther has been with me for twenty years. She knows everything about me and has seen every kind of kink imaginable in my home. She’s discreet and always makes my guests feel welcome and accepted.
Esther gives a nod and slips from the room. I’ve asked her to serve the entire meal at once this evening so that Grayson and Josie don’t feel overwhelmed by interruptions.
I step to the end of the table and pull out a chair for Josie.
She l
owers into it carefully, tucking her dress under her bottom as best she can. It’s intentionally not quite long enough to do the trick. I find it helps a little’s mindset if their thighs are bare and they’re sitting on their panties.
She fidgets a bit as I scoot her in.
Grayson takes the chair across from her while I sit at the end of the table.
Grayson speaks, his attention on Josie. “I’ve asked Master Quinten if he wouldn’t mind dominating you so you can enjoy the authentic feeling of being a little. Is that okay with you?”
I’m glad he has brought this up himself instead of leaving it to me. It’s easier on Josie.
She glanced at me shyly and squirms in her seat. “That’s fine. If you don’t mind, Sir.”
“I’d be delighted, princess. It’s not unusual at all. If you decide being little is a kink you’d like to explore further, there’s no reason why you can’t do so at Surrender, with Master Grayson’s permission, of course. I’m sure you’ve noticed how many couples come in and then part ways so they can each explore something different.” I reach over and give her hand a squeeze. “I’ll take my cues from you and we’ll figure out what makes you tick, okay?”
“Yes, Sir.” She sits up straighter, glancing back at Grayson. Already a weight has lifted from her. She seems less worried. Perhaps she needed the little nudge, permission from her long-time Dom to let herself enjoy this dynamic that intrigues her.
When she squirms on her seat again, I squeeze her hand. “Sit still at the table, princess. I know it’s hard. It feels strange and different with your bottom covered in nothing but the cotton of your panties, but I want you to control your reaction. Spread your legs apart if you need to curb the arousal.”
I hold her gaze, knowing I’ve shocked her. Her face turns red as she licks her lips, but we only have forty-eight hours, and I don’t want to waste time tiptoeing around. I’ll be pushing her to find herself while gauging her reactions. The way her chest rises and falls while her eyes widen tells me I’m reaching her. And it’s fucking sexy. More than I anticipated.
“Yes, Sir,” she murmurs, parting her thighs.
My breath catches. I’d give just about anything to reach between her legs right now and palm her pussy. I bet her panties are soaked. I want to drag my fingers through her arousal and learn her smell. Instead, I smile at her. “Good girl.” I release her hand and glance at Grayson. I’ll be pushing him too, but I’m going to save my plans for him until after I’ve put this little girl to bed. He needs some one-on-one with me. No way can I chip away at his wall while his submissive watches.
I’m pleased with Grayson’s reaction. Beyond what I expected. I half-expected to find his brow furrowed in frustration from me taking over his submissive. That’s not the case at all. He nods his approval toward her and narrows his gaze as if to communicate that he expects her to obey me. He’s also flushed. Eyes wide. Throat working. He’s aroused by my dominance over her. And then he reaches down to discreetly adjust his cock.
Fuck me.
Now I want to palm Grayson too. Cup his cock in my hand and stroke my fingers up the length until his mouth falls open and he admits he likes it.
Chapter 9
Josie
Dinner is difficult. So many things are running through my head, and I can’t make them stop. When Master Quinten took over, dominating me like the professional he is, I thought I might faint. Between his tone and his words and his expression, I’ve turned to putty.
Part of me feels bad that I’m reacting like this to a man who is not my Dom in front of the man who has held that role for over a year. I keep glancing at Master Grayson, but I’m shocked to find that he seems beyond okay with this arrangement. In fact, I’m fairly certain he’s turned on.
I know what Master Grayson looks like when he wants me, when I crawl between his legs, when I open his pants and take out his cock. That’s the look he’s had all through dinner. And his gaze has been on me most of the time, too. He’s always able to dominate me with just a look or even by simply reaching over and picking up a rope. Hell, anything that can restrain me combined with a suggestive glance makes my panties wet.
This submission to Master Quinten is different. It’s a different power play. When he looks at me like a Daddy, his expression makes me want to obey him. Be a good girl. Earn whatever reward he’s offering by being cute and well-behaved.
In contrast, the power Master Grayson promises is a dominance that often brings every nerve ending in my body to life through edging. When I’m restrained, he controls when and how I’ll be touched until I’m writhing with need.
I’m on edge at this dinner table. Two very different Doms keep glancing at me with a very different promise in their expressions. Master Quinten’s narrowed gaze suggests that if I stop squirming and eat my meal, there will be a reward. Master Grayson’s eyes are filled with a lust that suggests he finds me more attractive than ever, and he’d like to swipe everything off the table, secure my body to the four corners, and make me scream from the agonizing need to come.
Master Quinten keeps the conversation going with questions about my job as Master Kellen’s assistant and then Master Grayson’s job as a corporate attorney.
He tells us about his practice, which he’s had for over twenty years, and about his latest book which releases in a few days. When Master Grayson glances around the opulence that surrounds us and points out that Master Quinten must be an incredibly successful author, Master Quinten chuckles. “I can’t complain, and I make a comfortable living, but this home and most of my wealth was inherited. I’m fortunate enough that I get to do what I love while my financial manager ensures I keep my family home and my staff.”
I’ve never known anyone this wealthy, and I’m intrigued to find that Master Quinten is mostly just a regular guy. He’s not pretentious. He just happens to own a mansion and has a sizable bank account.
“Finish your dinner, Josie,” Master Quinten admonishes. “You’ve barely touched your lasagna.”
He’s right. Butterflies are dancing in my belly. It’s hard to focus on chewing and swallowing or even tasting while I sit here wearing this little-girl dress, my bottom touching the cushion of the chair. I’m so damn short that my feet don’t reach the floor, which heightens my awareness and intensifies this game.
Is it? A game? It’s a role. I’m pretending to be a child. It’s heady, though. I’ve dreamed of such an arrangement, but until recently I’ve never actually considered acting on my imagination. It always seemed out of reach. Unattainable.
And here I am. In a mansion. Dressed as a young girl. Being her. She is me. I am a little. At least for the weekend. Already I’m worried about what’s in store for me when this weekend is over. Obviously, Master Grayson is not suddenly going to become the Daddy I crave. Which means this side of me will have to be tamped down. When will I have the opportunity to bring out my little to play again?
The thought makes me sad, but on top of that, I’m dealing with another emotion. What if I fall for Master Quinten? He didn’t invite us here so he could take over my life and whisk me away. There’s no chance of that. But there’s something about his age and maturity that tugs at my heart, luring me in. I want to climb into his lap and snuggle against his chest.
“Three more bites of lasagna, Josie,” Master Quinten says. I love the serious, commanding expression on his face. His look alone puts me in my place and makes me feel small.
When I glance at him again, I find his gaze narrowed. “And three bites of salad, too.”
I lift my fork and take a bite of salad. One small piece of lettuce.
“That doesn’t count as a bite. Don’t test me unless you want to end up over my knee before bed.”
I suck in a breath and freeze, my fork halfway to my mouth.
“You heard me. Now, be a good girl and eat six more bites—real bites.”
I do as I’m told, squirming in my seat while I chew. Every time I shift, my nipples rub against the loose materi
al of my dress and make me nearly moan.
When I finish, Master Quinten smiles at me. “Good girl.” He rises and uses a cloth to wipe my face and then my fingers before lifting me out of my seat and setting me on the floor as if I couldn’t have gotten up by myself.
I like it. I like the way he’s taking care of me. And when I glance at Master Grayson, I like the way he’s watching with approval and desire.
Master Quinten takes my hand and leads me from the dining room. We head deeper into the house and into a room I haven’t seen yet. A living room. More like a den or even a media room. It’s very inviting and cozy with an enormous flat-screen and a brown leather sectional that would easily seat eight people.
“Have a seat,” Master Quinten encourages, but he’s looking at Master Grayson. When he shifts his gaze to me, he says, “How about you kneel at your Master’s feet like you normally do. It will help center you.”
He’s right. As soon as I settle on a fluffy pillow between Master Grayson’s legs, his hand smoothing down one of my pigtails, I start to relax.
Master Quinten doesn’t turn on the television like I expected. Instead, he starts some soft music. I have no idea where it’s coming from. He settles on the sectional a few feet from Master Grayson and rests his arm along the back of the sofa so that his fingers dangle only a few inches from my Master’s shoulder.
He looks so comfortable in his skin, and I’m envious. I hope one day I can know myself so well that I too feel at peace in the evenings. I realize I’m staring at him when he meets my gaze. “You flinched when I mentioned spanking you. Is that something you don’t care for?”
Master Grayson’s hand stills in my hair, and I swallow. “I don’t know, Sir. I’ve never been spanked.”
He nods, not showing an ounce of shock. “Well, princess, if you’re going to dabble in the life of a little, I suspect you’re going to get spanked.” The corners of his lips tilt up. “Then you’ll know if you enjoy it or not.”
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