by R. M. Walker
“Little Maddie, I didn’t realize you had a Daddy. I was hoping you’d let me be your Mommy.”
My mouth popped open to respond. Before I could, Koen turned our bodies so he was in front, blocking her view of me.
“She’s taken.”
When I nudged my elbow into his side, he moved just enough so I could see Madam Cera.
She eyed him again, taking in his suit. “That’s unfortunate.” She broke out into a huge grin. “But that’s okay. If things don’t work out, darling, you know how to contact me. Oh! I have a present for you.” She went behind a table and came back with a bag. It was mint green, my favorite color. It had a white kitty on it and her familiar logo in pastel pink.
“This is for me?” I asked in awe as I looked it over.
“Of course. I got a little too excited when you contacted me and said you were coming here.”
“What do I owe you?” I asked.
She waved her hand, dismissing me. “Nothing at all, Little Maddie. This is a thank you for your business and customer loyalty.”
I let out a little squeal and managed to break free of Koen to hug her. The bag was amazing and these were at least a grand each on her online store.
Waving goodbye, I let the guys herd me away. When we were out of sight, I looked up at Koen and grinned bigger.
“What?” he asked, wariness settling into his shoulders.
“I knew you had kinks!” I teased. “I didn’t even realize you were a Daddy Dom. I should have realized it.”
The other two snickered and when I glanced at them, pretended to be interested in the nearest table. Which could have been possible because it was lingerie, all leather.
“I’m not.”
I grinned, willing to jump in and tease him. Dropping my voice to sound like a little girl’s, I said, “Mommy Cera would disagree. Mommy and Daddy Doms can recognize each other a mile away.”
Koen moaned and looked away from me. I danced around him until I could see his face.
“And you so spoke her language. There was a whole Dom conversation right there. I should have known. You are a voyeur. You love watching and conducting.”
“Miss Daniels, I suggest you walk very cautiously down this path,” he warned, his eyes heated when they met with mine. “You already give off the Little vibe, and while I know it isn’t completely your thing, I’m sure I can find some things you’d enjoy about being a Little. Maybe a spanking?” I stopped moving, taking in a sharp breath. There were so many delicious promises in his expression. After giving me a peek of the real man behind the mask, he closed off his expression. “Let’s look around.”
“Oh! Yes, I want new toys.”
“Toys?” Dayton’s interest was peaked, but I turned away from him.
I still wasn’t happy with him and he hadn’t even apologized yet. He needed to know it wasn’t okay to act like that. I wasn’t the one who dragged him here.
“Okay, no more pouting, Maddie.” Dayton grabbed my arm and tugged me to a corner, behind a booth, leaving the others standing out in the open. He turned to me with a serious expression. “I’m sorry, Maddie. I was an asshole, okay.”
My eyes landed everywhere but on him.
He sighed and went down on both knees, wrapping his arms behind my legs and pulling me to him. “Please stop ignoring me. It’s driving me up a wall.”
“You hurt me,” I said. “Your suggestions hurt. As if I’d be happy with men throwing themselves at me or that was the reason I was here.”
“I didn’t mean them.”
“If you didn’t mean them,” I said and scowled at him. “Then you shouldn’t have said them. You’re a teacher, you know better. You teach it to the kids all the time, to think before they talk. You didn’t do that and threw stupid accusations at me. That hurt.”
His jaw ticked. “I know, and I’m mad at myself for doing that. I never meant them. I just… This place makes me uncomfortable.”
“Then leave. No one dragged you here. Instead, you invite yourself here and put a dark cloud over everything. This was supposed to be fun for me. I wanted to explore, meet my favorite designer, and have fun.”
“I am sorry.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Prove it.”
He got back up on his feet and grinned. “Okay.” He glanced around. “You did mention toys after all. Come on. My treat. Whatever you want.”
“Careful, I might make you eat those words too.”
“I dare you to try.”
“Challenge accepted.” I hugged his arm to me and went to the closest vendor with toys of all shapes and sizes.
“Hello,” a couple greeted us, their gaze flickering between Dayton and me, and then to the two men behind me.
The woman’s smile widened as she focused on me. “Are they all yours?” she asked in a kind voice.
I grinned big. “Yes, and I won’t share them.” I was so loving that I could openly claim them here and not get judged for it.
She laughed and lifted her arms. “Fair enough. I’m a one-man woman anyways.” She winked at the man who blushed and tried to keep himself busy with straightening up the display. It was adorable that she was making him blush over such a simple remark when the two of them manned a toy booth. “So what’s your flavor?”
“Flavor?”
She tilted her head to the side. “Do you like pain with your pleasure? Or sensations? Blindfolds? Gags? Whips? Chains? Collars? Do you still need to be trained with butt plugs? Or maybe you already are and looking for other toys to increase the intensity?”
“Trained? Butt plugs?” My ass involuntarily tightened at the thought of something getting shoved up it. I glanced at Dayton, who refused to meet my eyes while his cheeks turned red, the color deepening his olive skin color.
“How does that work?”
The woman grinned. “Interested?”
I nodded. “Curious.”
“Same meaning,” she said and nodded her head over to a table.
The next five minutes, I got a good lesson in butt plugs and how to train mine to take in a penis. I didn’t think Dayton was on board. I couldn’t tell. He worked very hard to give none of his emotions away. Thinking it would be a really good joke, I nodded to Sammi as she held up a training kit.
“Yes, please.”
“Seriously?” Dayton whispered.
I just eyed him and he shut his mouth. The other two were smart enough to stay away and let me do what I wanted.
“Excellent. Tell me, Little Maddie, do you like nipple play? Clit play?”
“Yes!” I didn’t even have to think about it. They were my favorite kind of foreplay.
She chuckled and went through her other products, showing me nipple clamps, lotions to make me tingly, and a slew of vibrators. I settled on a fun looking rabbit, something that was supposed to suck on my clit, and underwear with a small vibrator attached. Dayton drew the line on a cock ring, and as an apology for teasing him so badly that I couldn’t stop laughing, I allowed him to add in a pair of cuffs and a blindfold. There was also a foreplay dice game that I swiped. We ended up buying so much that Sammi kindly threw in nipple clamps that had a chain connecting them and then discounted us ten percent for being first-time customers.
Dayton mumbled under his breath as he helped me put everything in my new bag from Madam Cera. Everything just fit.
Bryce could barely contain his grin as he took the bag from me and Koen had a hooded expression that made my pussy tighten. Anticipation shot through me. Dayton may not have been a fan, but Koen had no trouble with using toys and from the heated expression, he was just as excited about using them as I was.
Damn. Some of these were bought as a joke at Dayton’s expense, but now I had a feeling I was going to regret it. Or maybe not. I glanced away from Koen, unable to handle his intensity at that moment. If he asked then and there, I would let him whisk me away to the hotel room and miss the rest of the conference. But I refused to lose this opportunity to learn more about this world
I only ever poked at.
I wasn’t dumb. I knew why Madam Cera, and also Sammi, called me Little Maddie. They thought I was a Little. My love for childish things and my demeanor always made people think I was one. I didn’t mind and sometimes, I had a little fun with it. But it was never something I immersed myself into, nor did I think I wanted to.
My ex enjoyed the playing, he liked it when I called him Daddy and modeled cute dresses for him. He probably wanted me to go more into age play, but we never got there. I could be stubborn when I wanted too. I gave Koen a side-glance. I didn’t realize how into this stuff he’d be. I shouldn’t have been surprised. I knew he had a Dom streak in him from our past experiences, I just didn’t realize how much of one he had.
How often did he have to restrain himself around me?
I didn’t want him to think he needed to hold himself back.
“Stop thinking like that,” Koen said and patted my head in that childish way again. “Just enjoy yourself.”
“You don’t know what I was thinking.”
“I do. If you like this stuff, then great. If you don’t, then it’s still great. I’d never force you to do anything you didn’t like.”
I focused a little too hard on a booth full of suspension gear. My eyes accidentally met the vendors’ eyes and his grin widened. Before he could do anything, Koen swept me away from the man. He held me tight against his chest.
“Maddie, I’m serious. I love you not because of what you enjoy doing in bed or what I hope you’d like to do. I love you because you’re you. If you never want to touch any of that stuff, I’ll never force it on you. Does that stuff make me hot? Yes, it does. But so does having my face in between your thighs with your clit in my mouth. I love seeing you twirling around in your skirts, and making silly faces. I love how you look at life with fresh eyes, seeing it in a way I forgot how to. There is no pressure from me.”
I stared bright-eyed at him. “You’re too good,” I said and wrapped my arms and legs around him.
He chuckled.
“You make me feel brave,” I said into his ear. “You make me curious.”
“You don’t need me to make you feel brave. You’re Starfire after all. While she loves her men, she doesn’t need them. She’s strong all on her own.”
I squeezed him as hard as I could and he laughed. I rubbed my cheek against his. “Starfire can speak any language she wants. All she needs is a kiss,” I said into his ear. Koen turned his head and met my lips. His were searing hot, demanding, and yet so gentle. He was a conundrum on most days, and today wasn’t any different.
When he pulled away from me, I said in a soft voice, low enough for only him to hear, “Watashi o dakishimete.”
He shuddered and pulled me closer to him, just like I requested, and chuckled. “I bet that took you forever to figure out.”
“Mochiron.”
He laughed again, the sound carefree, and I smiled big at him, proud of myself. That took forever to learn. I was never good at other languages. Numbers was the only other thing I was fluent in outside of English.
I played with the lapel of his suit jacket. “I am curious,” I admitted. “About all this stuff.”
“Then what better place to be than at a kink convention? You can experience it all without pressure.” He kissed my temple. “Do you trust me?” he asked.
I nodded.
“I need to hear it.”
“I do.”
“Good. Come on. I’ll take you to a scene. Stay with me though. You’re not trained to be there by yourself.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means there’s a certain way to act, certain things to say, and you don’t know them. Others will misunderstand you if you aren’t clear enough.” He turned to the others and since I was still in his arms, I couldn’t see them.
“I’m taking her to one.”
“Are you serious?” Bryce asked.
“She’s curious. She’ll be fine. She’s a big girl.”
“Yeah, I’m a big girl.”
“It’s hard to believe you when you’re wrapped around Koen like that,” Dayton said. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking by the sound of his voice, but I knew he didn’t like it here. I pushed away from Koen so I could see them. Bryce seemed perfectly fine with it, but Dayton looked uncomfortable.
“You don’t need to come,” Koen said.
“No, it’s fine. I’ll come.” Dayton moved closer.
I pointed at him. “Only if you behave.” I challenged him to be a brat.
He smirked. “I’ll behave. I have to admit, I’m starting to get curious now. Plus, I feel like if I’m left alone, I’m going to get beaten up. Why do people keep glaring at me?” His gaze flickered to the side and I recognized one of the men who were prepared to come to my aid in the elevator. The stranger had stripped down and only wore a harness and small leather short to hide what had to be an impressive package.
I snorted. “He’s waiting for me to call bloody murder to make mincemeat out of you.”
Dayton sighed. “How am I not surprised you managed to find a guard dog here? As long as he doesn’t try to touch you.”
“I know him,” Koen said. “He won’t.” He didn’t expand on it as he turned and carried me with him between all the booths.
I did get distracted by an artist’s booth. The photographs were raw, unfiltered, and breathtaking. My favorites were the black and white ones. There was something pure about seeing a woman tied up, or a man hanging by his arms. Some showed butts with red handprints on them. Koen had to drag me away, warning me we were going to miss the session. That got me moving, and even more curious about what we were going to be doing.
We walked by a latex booth, but before I could get a good look, Koen swept me into his arms and carried me. “Keep your head down,” he said and I did, tucking my head into his neck and missing out on all the booths. “Your mind is way too impressionable for some of this.”
That had me curious and when I went to lift my head, he smacked my butt without a warning. The sound of the slap drew a squeak from me and I shoved my head into his neck to show I was being good. I got the message loud and clear, though the feel of his hand against my ass had me squirming in his arms.
“Stop moving,” he said in a husky voice. “Or we won’t make it there and I don’t think you’re into voyeurism.”
“Not like you are,” I replied.
He chuckled. “Not even close to like I am. Come, Little Maddie, let me show you what you’re potentially missing out on.”
Chapter Three
The room was filled with people as starry-eyed and curious as I was. They all sat on a thick rug on the floor, giving everyone a clear view of the person on the makeshift stage. I grinned when I recognized the huge man up there.
Professor Andreas stood tall, messing with the microphone strapped to his head to make sure it worked. Everyone settled down as the time for him to begin approached.
“Oh shit,” Bryce said. “He’s teaching this?”
“A Dom to your sub.” I giggled at the look on Bryce’s face. Dayton seemed confused until Bryce leaned over and explained the situation.
“Maybe we should leave?” Dayton asked once he got the full picture.
“Nope. I’m doing this. I’m so going to boss you all around.”
Koen smiled. “You already do.”
“Well, now I’ll learn how to do it in the bedroom too.”
Koen leaned forward and bit the lobe of my ear. “We’ll see,” he said, his voice deep and extra sexy. Darn, he really did have the whole Dom thing down pat. With just two words, I was ready to strip naked and bare myself to him.
I had to nudge him to give me space so I could relearn how to breathe again. Koen thought it was hilarious going by the chuckle he released.
Professor Andreas was brilliant once the presentation got started. He started off intimidating with his massive size, his leather Dom outfit, and the black tattoo along his neck. But his s
mile was sincere, his dark eyes observant, he was good with the jokes. As he went through the presentation, he was passionate about the topic. He loved everything there was about being a Dom and he loved teaching us and sharing his experiences. Using Professor in front of his name made so much more sense.
I leaned forward as he talked about the connections between a Dom and their sub.
“It’s about the power exchange, knowing that you hold the reins of your partner. There’s a satisfaction to having control of their pleasure, and while you have all that power, you’re also to their mercy. At any time they can say no, they can use their safe word, and you’ll have to stop. And when they don’t, when you do everything just right to help them get what they need, it’s a power trip.” He chuckled. “Don’t think you’re God though. Some Doms go on that power trip and forget one important rule: your submissive holds all the power. Yes, they bow to you, they follow your directions, but they can also end it all with one word, one motion of their hands, if you’re a shitty Dom.”
The room was silent as he went on, going over the beginner’s guide to being a dom. He even had a book we could purchase at his booth if we wanted to really dive into the role. As he talked, went over rules, explained the roles of a Dom and a sub, it became impossible for me to sit still. It all sounded so hot.
To take control, to make all the choices, to control your partner, but also to reach that point where you knew everything about them, all their reactions. To be able to read how they felt and bring them to new heights of pleasure. Maybe I’d need to see what Madam Cera sold in terms of leather Dominatrix outfits. I could rock one of those outfits.
“Now,” he said with a huge grin. “We set up space for you if you have a partner, or partners, you’d like to explore with. Remember, this session is for beginners to safely explore themselves in this role. If you already have experience, I’d suggest going to one of the designated scene rooms to play since we only have limited space here. Each space is curtained off in the room for some privacy, and I’ll be moving around to offer assistance if any is required. Each space is already set up with all the items I discussed with you. Have fun, and please, do not be shy in asking for help if you need it. This is a learning experience, and I’m here to assist you.”
