Taste of Her

by Candis Vargo

  I had a hunger inside of me…a hunger for more of him.

  I wanted to build a relationship with him.

  I wanted to be his FemDom.

  The desire in his eyes told me that he wanted the same.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Before I left the club, Tru and I exchanged contact information. She had told me that she was the one to train Jax on how to be a Sub, and if I needed her for any reason—she put emphasis on the word any—to get ahold of her. I knew that if she trained him…then he had to be good at what he did.

  Jax and I decided we would meet on the following Saturday to discuss things more clearly. Before building our Dom/Sub relationship I wanted to be sure of what it is he wants. I was all for being a FemDom and having male Subs and building a relationship along that…I just wasn’t looking for anything more.

  For me, a Dom/Sub relationship isn’t the same as being boyfriend and girlfriend. I always believed that it required more trust. Yes, you truly care for the person, especially after you build a relationship with them…but you weren’t dating.

  I was all for casual sex. Sex is, after all, part of human nature. Being a FemDom gave me the sex I truly desired and the trust of my Submissive to do so, and they got off on pleasing me.

  I just didn’t ever want to have a boyfriend again. I still wanted my ‘D’ but I didn’t want a boyfriend. Complicated, I know.

  The last guy I dated, I was with for three years and all three of those years he cheated. Time and time again he would tear me down, letting me know how worthless I was and how I was nothing without him. At first I would try to argue with him but then it got to the point where I actually believed what he said. If you tell someone the same thing enough times, they believe it. Just like I believed it when he said he loved me when he really didn’t.

  After years of believing that I wasn’t good enough and constantly bending over backwards to try and be the woman he wanted me to be—and always failing, of course—he up and left me for someone else. No surprise considering he had cheated on me with countless of other women throughout the years.

  Most people move on from stuff like that. Me? I decided I had enough.

  When it was finally over I realized I should have let go a long time ago. I had a habit of holding on to things that weren’t good for me. I was much happier without him, and still am. I just got to that point where I was happy being on my own.

  I had my own bakery shop, my own car and my own apartment. I didn’t need a man…I just needed the dick.

  With being a FemDom, I got the dick and a relationship that was different from anything in the past. I always enjoyed being Dominate in the bedroom, I just could never let that show before. When I joined Silencio’s at twenty years old, my life changed for the better.

  I got to be me.

  I just needed to be sure that Jax didn’t hope we would end up in some crazy love story. I needed to know what he wanted out of our relationship, if we were to have one…and boy did I want one.

  Jax was to meet me at my apartment at nine thirty and he arrived with fifteen minutes to spare. As I opened the door he kept his head down. The stubble on his head was dark, enhancing his faintly receding hair lines which revealed his maturity. His masculine hands clasped together in front of him. His blue cotton tee-shirt hugged him tightly, drawing my attention to his strong, golden-brown arms.

  This man could give Morgan from Criminal Minds a run for his money…

  We walked into the kitchen and he sat at the table after I asked him to.

  “Do you like coffee, Jax?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” he stuttered.

  A timid smile played across my face as I walked over to the counter and grabbed two coffee mugs out of the top cabinet. “No need to be nervous. I promise I’m not testing you. Sugar, cream or black?”

  “Black is fine, ma’am.”

  God. Dark skin and a British accent still got to me…it seemed as though every time he spoke his voice teased my clit, causing it to burn with lust.

  Reminding myself that this wasn’t the time, I finished pouring the coffee into the cups-adding cream and sugar into mine-and walked back to the table, placing his cup in front of him.

  I sat at the other end of my round table and took a sip of my coffee.

  “You don’t have to keep your head down. You are free to be yourself right now, to speak freely.”

  I swear there wasn’t much sexier than a Submissive man…

  Jax looked up and found it hard to look away as his soul beckoned to me from the depth in his eyes. He brought the coffee up to his lips…full and brown with a tinge of pink on them, begging to be savored.

  Shifting in my seat, I cleared my throat.

  “So, you think you’d like to be my Sub, do ya?

  “Yes ma’am. I’m not new at this, and since you were as gentle and caring as you were during our first experience together—and with Tru’s comment—I can see that you aren’t either.”

  “Yes, Tru…she told me that she trained you.”

  “She did, and my previous Dom was impressed with the job she had done.”

  “What happened with you and your previous Dom,” maybe that was a little too personal, especially so soon but curiosity got the best of me.

  “Ah,” he paused to take a sip. “She was a wonderful woman and a great Dom, she truly was. She just became too…attached. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for building a relationship with my Dom and being a monogamous Sub. When I care for my Dom, I care deeply. About their needs, their pleasures and demands…but she was looking for someone who could be that and who would take her to their parents’ house for dinner. Does that make sense?”

  I didn’t realize how tense I was until my muscles relaxed.

  “That makes perfect sense,” I smiled.

  “You look…relieved, ma’am”

  “That I am,” I laughed. “I feel the same. I’m not looking for a boyfriend; I’m looking for a Sub. I’m glad you understand the difference in the relationships.”

  “I’m glad we agree.” His lips parted, showing off his white teeth. “What happened to your Sub?”

  “Nothing like that. He, too, knew the difference. His company transferred him half-way across the country. It was either take significantly less pay, or move. So he chose to move. Can’t blame him. But damn he was a good one.”

  “Sorry to hear that.”

  “I’m happy for him, truly. I’ve just been a little…frustrated. So, would you like us to write out a contract, or do you prefer verbal?”

  “No I don’t care about contracts. I feel a contract shows lack of trust, and trust is the most important ingredient.”

  We discussed things that we did and didn’t like and what our limits were. I told him how I really didn’t care for acting out discipline, that it was something I’ve only had to do once in my ten years of doing this. He explained how, even though he was game for letting others join us in the bedroom, he wouldn’t do sexual acts on another man or have another man do it to him which—as he emphasized—included me pegging him. I was okay with that, especially since he didn’t say anything about stimulating his prostate.

  I thoroughly enjoyed watching my Subs explode as I milked them. Though, he stated how he had never had a threesome. He said that when Tru trained him she didn’t include others in on their play because he shouldn’t expect that in his relationships and how his last Dom only wanted him.

  I was going to have to change that.

  I let him choose the safe word since he was the one that would be using it. I told him to think of a word that when said, it is something no one would say during sex. He didn’t hesitate when he said, ‘pineapple’.

  I had to laugh in agreement. We definitely wouldn’t be using any pineapples in the bedroom…

  We agreed on the days we would play and the tasks he would be doing for me, which I was grateful he agreed to the grocery shopping.

  “When I saw you in the store, I should have known,” he said.
“There’s something about the quiet ones…the ones who are too scared to make eye contact…they’re usually the best behind the bedroom door.”

  I thought about protesting, but I shrugged my shoulder in agreement.

  “So, do I get your name now ma’am?”

  It hadn’t dawned on me that I didn’t give him my name yet.

  “Liz.”

  Jax smirked, trying to hide his laughter.

  “Go ahead,” I raised my coffee cup in the air. “Nearly everyone does it…”

  “Do they usually just make a comment about it or do they start the chant?”

  “I’ve had both…”

  There was no hiding his laughter this time. Having the name Liz when you lived in Fall River, Massachusetts guaranteed you would get people of all ages chanting the Lizzie Borden rhyme to you. The city was large and overcrowded, so every time I met someone new, they had to do it. I even had customers in my Bakery shop start singing it.

  “No, no, no, I won’t,” he waived his hand. “I’m so sorry you have to go through that, and I’m sorry I brought it up.”

  Though he still wore a broad smile, I knew he meant it.

  A sinful smile played on my face. “Oh…you will be,” I teased.

  Without having to say anything, he knew we were assuming our roles.

  I led him into my bedroom, which was nothing like a dungeon. It was simple and elegant.

  My king mattress was covered grey throw pillows and draped in a satin, pinch-pleated comforter. A nightstand on each side held a lamp, with a clock and my favorite books on the stand on the right. My dresser was white, matching my nightstands, and only held a jewelry box.

  It wasn’t a dark and mysterious room by any means. The walls were painted a light beige and the carpet nearly the same. I didn’t have toys lining the walls or crazy sex machines—though I wouldn’t mind one—I simply kept my toys in my bottom dresser drawer. But, I wasn’t going to get them out just yet.

  I went over and stood at the foot of my bed and slid my shoes and socks off.

  “Come and remove my pants.”

  He did as I instructed, revealing that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I saw the bulge in his pants get bigger.

  “Get on all four,” I growled.

  He sank to his knees and placed his hands on the floor, keeping his head down.

  I sat on the edge of the bed, my ass barely on it.

  I spread my legs and gave him my demand. “Eat.”

  He crawled forward and buried his head between my legs.

  Waves of fire instantly soared through my veins.

  I could get used to this.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  The next afternoon I had met up with Tru at Kennedy Park. We sipped on some iced coffee as we sat on one of the few benches that were cast in the shade. The summer heat was scorching but I swear she had to have been physically unable to sweat. I felt like I was sticking to the bench while not a drop of sweat was on her.

  I wasn’t used to seeing her in anything other than the outfits she wore to the club, and I’m sure she thought the same of me. The only difference was while I looked like a FemDom in Silencio’s, out of it I looked like anything but. I was currently wearing a yellow and grey striped maxi dress and flip flops. Her…she was still as attractive as ever and didn’t look sweet and innocent by any means.

  She wore brown heels that had at least a dozen straps on them. The heels helped elongate her thing legs that even Megan Fox would kill for.

  My eyes ran up the length of her porcelain toned legs which led to her jean shorts. Though they were short, they didn’t show her ass—even though I wished they did. Her sheer shirt hung loose and fell off of one shoulder and was accompanied by a matching white tank top underneath it, which clung to her skin.

  If I were wearing a shirt like that my cleavage would show through, but she had a pair of perfect, small breasts. I was bigger than her in every aspect, except height. My Latino body held massive curves, where hers were slight yet sexy.

  “So,” she said as she leaned her chest towards me and crossed her legs, “How’s Jax doing? Did he keep everything I taught him?”

  “Seems so,” I laughed. “He knows how to keep the Dom/Sub relationship as just that, which is great considering I’m not into a man for more than that. Plus, I kept his tongue quite busy last night so after he was done I gave him a light massage and let him rest. I let him stay over, so he slept on the couch. When I woke up this morning I could smell the coffee he had made and he had my house coat neatly laid across the foot of my bed.

  “As soon as I slipped it on and tied it around my waist, he was standing outside of my bedroom door with a cup of coffee ready for me. Apparently he paid close enough attention to how I liked my coffee when I made some last night, because I didn’t tell him and it was perfect!”

  “That’s my boy,” Tru cooed.

  “Oh no, it gets better. Not only does he know the basics...only speak when talked to, keep the head down, don’t call me Mistress unless you’ve earned it, yada, yada, yada…but when I went to take my shower, he asked if he could service me.”

  “Ohhhh.”

  I rested my elbow on the back of the bench and twirled my pony tail in my hair. “Of course I couldn’t resist. It’s been a while since I had someone wash me. And you know it doesn’t take much to sexually frustrate a man, so I’m sure he’s whacking it by now.”

  “Mmm,” she mumbled with her straw still in her mouth. Once she swallowed her sip she said, “Speaking of a man whacking…when I trained him, I got him used to not being able to do that. Yeah, we can tell them not to and trust that they won’t, but what’s the fun in that? What truly thrilled him was the cage I had him wear.”

  My mouth dropped open. “Chastity?” The enthusiasm spread across my face as I leaned closer to her.

  A seemingly vanilla couple walked near us so she moved closer to me as well.

  “Yup,” she whispered. “He loved to hate it and loved it even more when I let him release.”

  “Oh, I’ve always wanted to do chastity but Jack wasn’t game for that.”

  “Ha, well Jax is all for it. And I’m sure you’ve heard how I love to keep a souvenir from everyone I train and every Sub I have…”

  “No.”

  “Yes.”

  “You still have it?”

  “You know it, Hun. I’d be more than willing to give it to you.”

  I saturated at the thought of her caging Jax. I imagined the things she did, the pleasure she gave…I wanted to be on the receiving end of her pleasure. Something told me that it would be the experience of a lifetime.

  “I’m so taking you up on that offer.”

  Even as a Dom I’ve had my fair taste of women, both on the giving and receiving end. Somehow I knew that with her, I would want the experience more than once. She was a lot like me in some ways. Not only did we both enjoy being a Dom, but we liked to Dom the same way. That much I learned from my time at Silencio’s.

  I was a simple introvert and she was the complete opposite. Just knowing that she was a lawyer showed that she was dominate both in and out of the bedroom. It was easy to talk to her as everything flowed naturally.

  The longer we sat there and talked, the easier it was to get lost in her hazel eyes. We talked about everything from our first experience as a FemDom to our high school flame which for her, was a woman.

  I should have known she’d have no problem being open about her sexuality back then. She was one ballsy woman.

  Being in the city, there was no point in driving a car if you didn’t have far to go I walked back with her to her townhouse. Though her décor was modest just as mine she did have a room meant specifically for her sexual experiences, which is where she kept her souvenirs. The walls were painted a lustful red which accompanied the black, silk sheets that draped the mattress. Dark, wooden flooring laid from wall to wall and was only decorated by a few small chests, which no doubt held her toys. A glass chandelier wh
ich matched the darkness of the sheets hung directly above the bed. The room smelled of sex and honey.

  Tru walked over to the chest which sat underneath a blacked out window, heels clicking the entire way. The way she bent down to open the chest, she had to of known I was staring at her ass. She walked back over to me, hand open and holding a steel cock cage with a lock which had a key stuck in it.

  My smile broadened as I took the cage from her.

  “You...are amazing,” I breathed.