by R. M. Walker
He gave us a few more rules and I glanced at Koen.
“Do you want to try?” he asked with a knowing smile.
I bit my lip and nodded, barely able to sit still. Anticipation was my new best friend at that moment.
Koen leaned over to the other two and exchanged whispered words. They glanced at each other, grinned, and grabbed my bag for me as they climbed to their feet.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
Bryce wiggled his eyebrows before chuckling. “This isn’t really our thing, but we know something that is, so we’re going to go prepare.” With those vague words, they disappeared through the curtained door and out to the main area, leaving me with Koen.
“What are they up to?” I asked.
Koen leaned over and kissed my forehead as he drew me into his lap. “You’ll see. I have to ask, are you sure you want to play?”
The way he said play, I was pretty sure he didn’t mean a board game.
“Yes.”
“Okay, come on. I want to greet Andreas first.” He pushed me to my feet before climbing to his own. With my hand in his, he led the way up to the big man.
“Koen, shit man, wasn’t expecting to see you.” He looked at me and raised an eyebrow, pointing at Koen. “Is he the man who was giving you trouble earlier?”
I shook my head shyly.
“So three. Nice. If Koen gives you any shit, let me know. I don’t mind teaching him another lesson or two.”
I sputtered. “You were a Dom to him?” I squeaked out, trying to picture it. I couldn’t. My mind didn’t work that way.
“Fuck no. This man would never let me get that close to him. Not his kink. I’ve given him Dom lessons a time or two.” Andreas left it at that with a small smile. “Since we’re meeting again, what’s your name?”
“Maddie.”
“Little Maddie. A pleasure.” He held out his hand and I carefully took it. He shook it before letting go, doing nothing inappropriate. Darn, even he tacked on the Little in front of my name. For the love of pie, I was even dressed like Starfire. There was nothing Little about her kick-butt-ery.
“Now, I’m guessing you’re letting her try it out.” Professor Andreas turned his attention to Koen. “Go into Section Seven and get ready. I’ll send her along shortly.”
“We need to meet up before you leave Boston,” Koen said.
“I’ll find a time and let you know. Now get in there.”
My nerves skyrocketed as Koen moved toward the curtained door. He sent me back a warm smile before slipping inside.
Once he disappeared, Professor Andreas smiled down at me. “I didn’t think you’d be interested in being a Dom.”
I put my hand on my hip and glare at him, though there was no heat behind it. “You don’t think I can pull it off?”
His eyes trailed up and down my body. I thought I’d be uncomfortable, but there was nothing leery about his expression. He was just taking me in.
“Let me guess, Starfire?”
I nodded, glad he was able to figure it out. His mind was beautiful and the big man didn’t even know it.
“Starfire is a good choice. We get a lot of women who do Supergirl, Wonder Woman, Storm, or Black Widow. I haven’t seen Starfire before. I like your take on her.”
“Those people don’t have good tastes then. Starfire is who everyone should aspire to be. She’s smart, strong, kind, and she isn’t afraid to shy away from her sexuality. People discount her because she’s seen as another attempt at objectifying women, but they overlook everything she has accomplished. She’s a princess who became a slave, then a warrior, and then a superheroine. She had been knocked down repeatedly, kicked in the face, and she still rose and remained one of the most courageous and dedicated superheroes.”
As I went on my tangent about Starfire, able to talk about her for hours, Professor Andreas’ smile widened. “Cute, smart, dedicated, optimistic, and loyal.”
“Exactly! Everyone forgets that because she doesn’t wear a lot of clothes.”
He chuckled. “Not who I was talking about.”
I frowned in confusion and he did that annoying kiddish thing where they pat you on the head. “You, Little Maddie. I was talking about you.”
“But I was talking about Starfire.”
“Exactly. Now go on in and have some fun. He should be ready for you in Section Seven.”
I eyed the door warily.
“Don’t be so afraid. If you need any help, just call out and I’ll be right there.”
“Okay. I can do this,” I said more to myself and left Professor Andreas standing there, chuckling.
The curtained-off door led into a large room with curtains hung up in an almost maze-like pattern. Little laminated pieces of paper numbered off each space. Some were open, others closed with sounds coming from them I didn’t want to think on too much about. I moved quickly, wanting to get to Koen. Luckily, he was only in number seven, so it was easy to find.
I grabbed the heavy velvet curtain and slid it to the side, slipping inside. Wanting to hide, I quickly held my breath and yanked the curtain closed. When I turned around, I froze as the air whooshed out of my lungs at the scene in front of me.
Koen sat on his knees in the middle of the small space on a thick mat that covered the middle of the room. My breath hitched in surprise to see my strong, dominant man on his knees before me. There was a vulnerability to the pose, with his head down to hide his face, his hands resting on his thighs, palms up. He looked ready to receive anything I sent his way.
It made me feel… strong. Unstoppable. In complete control. I wanted to wrap my arms around his hard chest, to protect him from everyone, and at the same time, I wanted to push him, see what he’d let me do. What were his limits?
Fudge, that was the number one rule. Know their limits, talk about their hard no’s and respect the lines they drew.
I didn’t know Koen’s. I eyed the small area. There was a small round table with a handful of toys, still in their packaging tucked into the corner. Professor Andreas had gone over each of them and he said they were what he called a beginner’s set.
Wanting to build up the tension, to let him know that I was there and to anticipate me, I made sure to step heavily as I walked toward the table.
Okay. I probably sounded like a child stomping around. How did they make this so easy? I couldn’t even walk across the room like a Dom. I eyed all the contents on the table. There was a set of cuffs, a blindfold, flogger, paddle, rope, a gag, and even a vibrator and lube. A small basket was filled with condoms too. Despite Professor Andreas going over all these items, my mind went blank as I looked them over. First, I wanted some of these tried on me instead, and second, I didn’t even know what to do with them. What was I supposed to use the vibrator for, or the flogger? The paddle scared the bejesus out of me.
Deciding I needed to start easy, I grabbed the cuffs and blindfold. Turning around, I noticed Koen in the exact same position. He never moved. I straightened my spine and approached him, feeling like I was walking toward a sleeping lion. Any second now, he’d pounce and take me down. He’d take the rope, tie me, shut me up with the gag, and then have his way with me.
I shivered at that fantasy. Darn it. I was supposed to do that to him, not him to me.
“K-Koen,” I said and winced at how childish I sounded. I was supposed to sound sexy, breathless. Instead, my voice came out high-pitched and nervous. Koen’s chest rose and fell as I moved in front of him, the cuffs dangling from my hand. “Look at me.”
He did, his eyes hooded as they seared into my soul.
“Your safe word, tell me.”
He focused on my eyes and I felt like I was falling into their endless depths.
“Pineapple, Starfire.”
His Dom name for me sent my heart fluttering. He knew me too well.
“Good boy,” I said and my cheeks flamed as I pretty much treated him like a dog. That couldn’t be right, could it? It didn’t sound anyway simi
lar to the way he said ‘good girl’ to me during our sexy times.
Just going for it, I ran my hand down his arms, loving the feel of his taut skin over hard biceps and forearm. Koen had the best forearms. They were drool-worthy.
When I reached his wrist, I lifted it up and carefully put one end of the cuffs on him, making sure they were tight.
“Too tight,” I grumbled and loosened them, not liking the look of them biting into his skin.
Koen didn’t say anything and the silence was hard to deal with. I fumbled the cuffs on again, hated seeing it on him, and took them back off. It felt wrong to have him bound. Too wrong.
“Take your time, Starfire,” Koen said softly, feeling my unease.
“I’m failing.” My admission came out more like a whine.
“You’re not. What do you want to do?” Koen kept his voice soft.
I looked him over slowly. “I want your suit off. I want to see you.”
“Then tell me.”
I paused, taking a moment to collect my willpower, knowing it was all about projection. If I wanted to come off as a Dom, I needed to project myself as so, push my willpower out into my partner.
“Koen, take off your suit.”
“Yes, Starfire.” Those two words made my pussy clamp and I was pretty sure my underwear was instantly soaked.
He stripped and I enjoyed the show, the way his muscles flexed as he removed his shirt. When he unbuttoned his pants, his belt making a clicking noise, I almost whimpered. Anticipation swirled in me as Koen revealed his powerful body. When he was down to his briefs, he went back into the submissive pose he was in when I first entered.
“Koen, look at me.”
Only his head lifted up from his position. I lost my breath with his look. Lust and desire were mixed together into a heady mixture of need. He wanted me, wanted this. Somehow, this turned him on. To test the waters, I ran my hands over my body, down my neck, stopping to cup my breasts, and using my fingers to tweak my nipples through the fabric. My breath hitched as my hands glided down my stomach and to my pussy. His eyes hungrily followed the movement and smug satisfaction rolled through me.
“Is this what you want?” I asked breathlessly as I rubbed my hand over the leather covering my pussy.
“Yes, Starfire.”
“Lay on your back.”
He did as I asked without question and a thrill ran through me at being listened to. I moved until I hovered over him and then lowered down onto his chest. He didn’t move, so good at being still. I hated it, hated not seeing how I affected him in every way. Normally, he’d grab my thighs and move me exactly where he wanted, sometimes flipping us over so he hovered over me.
Not this time. I was running the show and I wasn’t so sure how to do it.
I stroked my hands over his chest, wanting to feel all of him against me. I rocked my hips, feeling his hardness pressing against my core. So close, and yet so far away. I’d need to strip all the way down so he’d have access because of the design of my outfit.
“Close your eyes,” I said.
He listened.
I stood back up and found the zipper at my back. As quietly as I could, I worked it down and just to prove how against me the world was, the sound of the zipper managed to be loud against my wishes. Koen’s head tilted slightly to the side, acknowledging that he heard that. So much for being mysterious.
What did I learn while undressing? Leather was really stupid loud. It creaked as I took off my Starfire outfit, only leaving on the boots. Koen loved when I wore shoes so I wasn’t going to disappoint him.
Naked, I checked and shook my head. Yes, my pussy was soaking wet already and we hadn’t done anything yet. The atmosphere of our surroundings was getting to me since I left the hotel room and my body thrummed for attention as I saw what the kink world had to offer.
I walked over to Koen and nearly cheered at the soft sound of my shoes against the floor. It sounded mysterious this time and by the fast rise and fall of Koen’s chest, he agreed with me.
Straddling him this time, and feeling the hardness and heat of his body against mine drew a moan from me. He still didn’t move to touch me, and it drove me up a wall.
“Koen,” I said, letting the sound of a whine slip into my voice.
“Yes, Starfire.”
“Make me feel good. I’m hot for you.”
His eyes snapped open and focused on me. “And how would you like me to do that.”
I rocked against his body, his cock dangerously close to my entrance. I bit his chest and glared at him. “I don’t want to play anymore. I suck at this.”
“You’re doing good.”
I shook my head, sending my hair whipping around my face. “No. I hate that you don’t move unless I say. I miss you taking control.”
His lips curled into a smirk. “You’re the Dom, Starfire. Just tell me exactly what you want and I’ll do it. I’m at your mercy.”
Scowling, I decided to see if he’d really listen. “Then make me come. Hard. Make me scream. I want your face between my thighs. I want to ride your face.”
His smirk widened. “Come here, Starfire.” He grabbed my thighs and pulled me until I moved. His hands went to my hips and he resituated me until I hovered just over his face, my thighs on either side of his head. His hot breath tickled my pussy and I moaned.
When I glanced down, I almost came right there, seeing his head between my legs, looking up at me. He knew it too as he blew out a soft breath, eliciting another moan from me.
“You’re not playing fair,” I said.
“I’m only doing what you want me to do. Now spread your legs more and lean forward. Let me taste your delicious bud.”
I did as he said and a moment later his lips were on me. My body shuddered at the intimate touch. When he pulled away, I scowled down at him.
“You didn’t even start,” I accused.
“I will. Play with your breasts, Starfire. Feel the direct connection your clit has with your nipples. Focus on how your body buzzes with pleasure.”
“Yes.” I moaned when his tongue licked between my folds and I tweaked my nipple at the same time. He was right, it was like my nipples and my clit were connected as electrical currents ran through me.
“Good girl,” he said, his mouth still on me. A finger slipped inside and I hissed at the intrusion. “Ride my finger, Starfire.”
My hips moved at his instruction and when he found that special spot inside of me, I moaned as he curled his finger and stroked it. He continued to play my body, knowing all the right moves to send me up higher and higher in pleasure. My body tightened as I approached the ledge. When he inserted another finger, stretching me, I nearly came.
“Let yourself go,” he said.
He gently bit down on my clit the same time his fingers curled over that sensitive spot inside of me. My pussy clenched and I screamed out my orgasm, completely forgetting where we were. My thighs shook, barely able to hold up my weight. Only Koen’s support helped me stay upright while I rode the waves of ecstasy crashing through my body.
When I came down, Koen had moved me back enough so he could sit up. I straddled his lap as he ran his hand up and down my back. I moaned and buried my face into his neck.
“I suck at being Dom,” I grumbled.
He chuckled. “I know.”
“I don’t like it. I don’t like you not doing something because you’re waiting for commands. That isn’t you.”
“At least you tried. I’m so very proud of you, Starfire.” He pushed me back enough so he could claim my lips with his. His kiss was fervent and yet gentle. He comforted me with his lips, while also promising that we weren’t done. “Shall I teach you what some of those toys can really do?”
“They won’t hurt?” I asked, pressing into him again.
“No, Starfire. I won’t use the paddle.”
I nodded and climbed to my feet, letting him get up. He walked over to the table, and my eyes stayed on his tight butt the entir
e time. When he turned around, there was a knowing smile on his lips.
“Don’t move, Starfire. Stay right where you are, as you are.”
I tried doing as he said, but being still was really hard. My body shook with anticipation. I wanted to ask questions, to reach out to touch him. But I wasn’t supposed to do that. I needed to be a statue.
My heart rate picked up when I noticed the flogger dangling from his hand, the leather straps thick and intimidating.
“This won’t hurt, I promise. Andreas talked about the use for this. Do you remember what he said?”
I shook my head.
“Words, Starfire. Use your words.”
“No, Sir.”
He hummed at my response, looking pleased. Was it the ‘Sir’? I wanted him to respond like that again.
“A flogger is used for whipping, yes, and it can create a dull pain.”
My eyes widened and he smiled softly.
“I’m not going to do that to you, Maddie. I promise. Instead, I’m going to show you another side. A more sensual side.” He ran his fingers through the leather straps as he came closer. “Feel,” he said, voice husky.
I reached out shakily and touched the straps. They were thin, glovey, and surprisingly soft.
“Deer hide. It’s best for soft play. Great for warming up the body, getting the sub prepared for the more intense play, and there isn’t a sting to them.”
He walked around me and when I turned to see him, he said, “Don’t move.”
I stilled.
For a moment, all I could hear was my breathing and the sounds I’d been ignoring coming from the other areas. Then there was a breeze in the air from behind me. I shivered as my skin pebbled. Something soft skimmed over my skin and I jumped. I had been expecting the harsh slap of the flogger. Instead, he trailed it over my butt and up my back, along my spine.
His exploration with the flogger continued as he walked around me, trailing it over my body. The leather caressed my breasts, tickling my nipples. The nerves in my body came alive with each brush. He circled around, torturing me slowly, brushing against the back of my neck or behind my knees, making my legs shake. The flogger trailed along my stomach, over my chest, teased my pussy, and brushed along my hips.
