MistressMine

by Samantha Cayto

  In a very deliberate way, she scrutinized him, drinking in the delicious details of his body. The biceps and triceps were marvelously cut. His tight t-shirt hugged impressive pecs and gave a hint of tight abs. And, then there was the lovely bulge of his jeans. His cock was a hard ridge pressing against the worn material. She’d seen countless men both clothed and unclothed in her life, and she knew a large cock when it saluted her. Her tongue flicked out to lick her dry lips at the thought of freeing him to her touch. Her breath quickened and her lizard brain screamed in frustration at her. What was she waiting for?

  What indeed? By his own admission, this man, Trey, was used to being in charge. He was new to the Dom/sub lifestyle. The fact that he was in the club meant he was looking to pursue his true nature. But his reluctance to respond to her commands warned her that he might not be able to truly give up control. If she ended up in another power struggle such as the one she’d had with Tom, she might never recover her place as a Domme.

  Juliette took a deep breath to steady herself. She was being a ninny, jumping ahead to a point in time that might never occur. Tonight didn’t have to mean anything more than having fun, trying out someone new. So what if he turned out to be a controlling shit? She’d walk away and find someone else. She tightened her grip on the flogger for a few seconds to dispel some of her nervous energy. Then she got down to business.

  “Is there any alcohol in that drink?”

  “No, ma’am, it’s soda water. The bartender said no alcohol if I wanted to play.”

  “Good. Follow me,” she commanded in a clipped tone.

  Walking toward the hallway to the play rooms, she gave thought to what kind of room and what kind of play she intended. Something simple would be best this first time. No need to freak the newbie out with some medieval dungeon scene. She didn’t intend to do more than introduce him to restraint and perhaps a little pain. Her flogger twitched in her hand as if it had a mind of its own. Yes, a good plan. She didn’t check to see if Trey followed her. If he hadn’t done so, he was out of the game before it even started. She could hear the soft tread of his sneakers behind her in any event.

  Dru intercepted them before they reached the hall. “Everything all right?”

  “For now,” Juliette confirmed. She liked how the staff checked up on them. It meant the club wasn’t simply a flashy place to make some money. These people understood the lifestyle which meant they understood safe play. “I’m looking for a simple set up. Could you please recommend a room?”

  Dru smiled and turned to point at the first door on the right. “I think that one will fit the bill.”

  “Thank you.” With a nod, Juliette continued. Trey followed. Opening the indicated door, she peeked inside and saw what had been promised, a simple, small room with a large leather chair, a padded bench, and manacles hanging from one wall. Dimly lit, painted in an off-white color and with a brown stone floor, it was a tad boring, but that was okay. The surroundings would hopefully put her new boy at ease.

  Stepping inside, she held the door open and beckoned Trey. He still had his hands behind his back and his eyes down, but damn, there was nothing subservient about the guy. He looked confident and in control of his surroundings. If he was nervous it didn’t show, except when he passed her, she could see that one hand gripped the other so tight, his knuckles were white. Not so confident after all. Good, in a way. It wasn’t that she wanted him afraid, of course. Fear wasn’t the objective, trust was. If being in this room with her made him uneasy, it indicated his agenda didn’t include controlling her. At least she hoped it did.

  And she could stand there all night, analyzing Trey and their situation to death. Or she could go about breaking in her new boy. Resolved to stop fretting and start playing, Juliette shut the door and flicked the switch that would light up the sign she had seen next to the door. The room was now “occupied” and no one would bother them, unless of course things got out of hand. That wouldn’t happen. She wouldn’t let it. She understood the magnitude of what she did, the responsibility that came with being a Domme. If all went well, Trey would put his body in her hands. She would take good care of it. She would take good care of him.

  Trey had stopped a few feet into the room, waiting for her to tell him what to do. Good boy. She sauntered past him, letting her hips sway with the sensuality coursing through her body. She flicked the flogger against her leg, letting the gentle sting heighten her passion. As eager as she was to play, ground rules needed to be established first. Sitting down in the chair, she settled back and crossed her legs. The flogger rested on her lap.

  “Come here and kneel in front of me.” She watched him approach her and couldn’t hold back a small smile of satisfaction.

  Chapter Three

  Trey kept his steps slow and measured even though he wanted to hurry. It was that damn pride again, he supposed. He didn’t want to appear too eager to do this woman’s bidding. Of course, the hard ridge of his cock leading the way was an obvious indication. He didn’t know what to expect and that uncertainty was perversely incredibly arousing. Being in this room with a woman who would take control away from him made him as hard and horny as a teenager. He was having trouble catching his breath and his balls ached with the need to release. It was as if he were coming off a deployment, not a guy who had jerked himself off multiple times less than a day past.

  He was careful to keep his eyes down, yet he could feel her cool gaze on him as he stopped in front of her and slowly sank to his knees. The stone floor was hard and the mild discomfort only increased his arousal. Holy God, how had he missed his need for submissiveness and pain? Having taken a furtive look at the room, he knew that while it was Spartan, it contained enough for him to be initiated into the dark and exciting world of BDSM. Then there was the flogger. Lying on the woman’s lap—dare he think of her as his Mistress?—it was elegant in its simplicity. He wondered what it would feel like slapping against his skin. His cock jerked. It was obviously ready to find out.

  “You may look at me.”

  That voice, so soft, yet firm, with a hint of a Boston accent. When he raised his gaze, she looked back at him, an unreadable expression on her face. If she was as turned on by all of this as he was, he couldn’t tell. There were so many questions he wanted to ask her. He struggled to remain silent. This was not a briefing of an assignment. He didn’t need to know everything, only what she decided to tell him. She was in control, not him. He didn’t have to worry about anything at all. Not his job. He willed himself to relax, loosening his grip, letting his shoulders slump down.

  His Mistress nodded. “Good, you’re starting to understand that in here, you may let go. What we do, what will or will not happen is for me to decide. You have no duty here save obeying me. Simple. Relaxing, is it not?”

  Trey took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Yes, yes, it is. Mistress,” he added on. Remembering to show her the proper respect should be easy for him. It was no different from being in the army.

  Lifting one foot, she placed the toe of her shoe lightly against his erection. A grunt escaped his lips before he could stop it. She smiled. “You don’t have to hide your pleasure. I like seeing you hard. Do your balls ache?”

  The question caught him by surprise, but he smiled back at her and answered truthfully. “Yes.”

  “Would you like me to undo those pants, reach inside and curl my fingers around your cock? Do you want me to squeeze and pump your hard flesh until your balls empty themselves all over my hand?” To emphasize her words, she pressed her foot more firmly against his package.

  This time, the intense pleasure doubled him over. He moaned long and low. “God, yes,” he replied, trying to control himself, trying not to come in his pants like a virgin. The foot pulled away. Recovering his breath, he kneeled straight again.

  “Well, you can’t have what you want, I’m afraid. You can only have what I decide to give you. I’ll warn you right now that you will not be coming in this room. It’s too soon for t
hat.”

  Trey closed his eyes briefly at the disappointing news, then focused on what his Mistress said next. “If you and I decide to go ahead and play together, then we’ll do a little restraining and light flogging, just to break the ice. I’m willing to train you as a new boy.” She paused. “You did mention you are new to all of this, didn’t you?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “But you’re also used to being in charge in the rest of your life?”

  “Yes, ma’am. I was in the army for eight years as an officer. Now I’m with the FBI.”

  She blinked. “This isn’t a raid or something, is it?”

  He chuckled. “No, ma’am. This is a man exploring what he’s looking for in a woman, in a lover.”

  “What you want is a woman to dominate you.”

  It wasn’t really a question, yet he answered it anyway. “Yes, ma’am.”

  “A woman to discipline you.”

  He closed his eyes once more, picturing what it was going to be like to have the suede flays hitting his back, his ass, his cock and balls. Biting his lip for control, he nodded.

  “Because in your life, you’re always in control. You’re the one with responsibility, and it’s a matter of life and death. People are literally counting on you for their very lives. It’s difficult and it’s stressful. You need some place, some time when you don’t have to worry about making the right decision or the wrong one. You need someone else to take control, tell you what to do and beat that stress right out of you.”

  To have it said so plainly was like a minor miracle. He could hardly believe he had spent so much of his adult life burying this obvious truth. For a moment, he was overwhelmed emotionally. Opening his eyes, blinking back tears, he said, “You understand.”

  “Of course I do.” Her voice was soothing. “You don’t have to worry about a thing in this room. I will take good care of you. That’s a promise. But it will only work if you trust me. Do you trust me, Trey?”

  “I-I don’t know,” he answered truthfully, afraid he might ruin everything, but determined not to lie to this woman.

  “An honest answer. I appreciate that. You don’t know me, so how could you know if you can trust me? I have to earn that trust and it starts tonight, if you are willing.”

  “I am.”

  She paused. He caught a hint of uncertainty in her expression. “I’m older than you.”

  He nodded. “I know. I like that. It makes it easier for me to trust you.”

  “Good.” She uncrossed her legs and leaned in closer to him. The warmth of her body played on his arousal. He wanted to touch, yet didn’t dare. He needed permission, even a novice like himself understood that. “Now pay attention. Here are the rules. You do what I tell you to do immediately, no questions unless I give you permission to ask them. You stop thinking the moment you are in my presence. You watch and listen and obey. I will control you and your body and I promise to take good care of you. I won’t demand anything more of you than I know you can handle. But you have to leave the alpha man outside. You have to relinquish control. Will you do that?”

  Trey sighed heavily. “I’ll try.”

  She shook her head. “There is no try. You do it or you don’t.”

  He stared back at her and saw the confidence and resolve in her eyes. If this was ever going to be right for him, he had to jump in with both feet and make a commitment. “I understand, Yoda, I mean, Mistress.” God, what was the matter with him, cracking jokes at a time like this?

  Her hand reached out but instead of the slap he braced for, she merely patted his cheek. “You don’t have to check your sense of humor at the door.” Standing up, she added, “Come.”

  Juliette led her new boy over to the manacles on the wall, not completely sure the scene was going to play out the way she wanted. Trey had been truthful, and that had merit, and yes, the reference to Star Wars had been funny. Still, he was going to have trouble giving up decision making. Not that anyone could jump into a BDSM lifestyle without some reservation. She needed to take things slow and steady, fight the urge to ramp things up to her own speed. It would help her, too. Her nervousness and doubt were enemies to her goals.

  “Take everything off,” she ordered, shutting down the more analytical part of her brain and going into automatic Domme mode.

  Trey’s hesitation was almost undetectable. She let it go and concentrated instead on the tantalizing show he gave as he took his clothes off. It wasn’t that he performed a striptease or anything. The efficient way he pulled off shirt, sneakers, sox, jeans, and underwear had its own satisfaction. A man of action, his movements were smooth, elegant even. He was obviously used to doing a quick strip as a former soldier. If he was self-conscious about being naked in front of her, he didn’t give any indication.

  For her part, Juliette remained passive as she saw the magnificent body unwrapped for her pleasure. At least she gave no outward signs of how desirable she found him. The sight of his upper body alone with all its finely sculpted muscles had her pussy quivering. Already hard, her nipples tingled and ached within her bra. The urge to rub them against Trey’s smooth chest nearly overwhelmed her. Her fingers clenched against her beloved flogger, a distant second to their desire to clasp and squeeze the high, taut globes of his ass. She had to bite her lip to hold back the gasp when his dark, rigid cock sprang free. Her new boy was a damn fine toy. When he was done stripping, he stood silently before her.

  “Stand closer to the wall, facing it,” she ordered with a weaker voice than she would have liked. Chastising her softness, she took him by the wrist and secured it to one of the manacles. She crossed behind him to do the same thing with his other arm and pulled the restraint tight. His arms extended fully above his head, yet he could still stand comfortably on the flat of his feet.

  Now that he was contained, she gave into the temptation to touch. When she ran the fingers of her free hand across his shoulders, his body shivered. Good. She liked that he enjoyed it. Despite the warmth of the room, fine goose bumps rose up from his skin. She detected them as she petted him down his back and over his ass, his firm squeezable ass. He gave little reaction except a small murmur of pleasure when she copped a feel. But when her fingers wandered over to explore the crease between the globes, his body jerked from her touch. His breath hissed out and not in a good way.

  Juliette circled toward his side and studied his face. His lips were set in a tight line. “You don’t like ass play, do you?” she ventured.

  He shook his head once. “No, ma’am. Sorry, I’m not comfortable with the idea of taking anything up there.”

  Juliette cocked her head. “Well, most men are a little leery at first. We’ll work on it.”

  Trey said nothing, although his expression spoke volumes. “Like hell we will,” was how she read it. Doubt crept back in. She couldn’t go through another relationship where everything was a battle. This man might be more straight-forward than Tom was, but still, it gave her pause.

  “Stop it.” She was looking for excuses to end this relationship before it even started. Of course an alpha male would worry about yielding his asshole to a woman, or anyone, really. She was getting ahead of herself again. So she let it go and ran her hand down the smooth terrain of his chest. Almost hairless, his skin stretched tautly over finely sculpted muscles. She dipped her fingers in and out of the valleys of his abs, careful not to touch his cock. His breathing turned ragged from this simple attention, and his eyes drifted shut. His nipples jutted out, begging to be tweaked. With thumb and forefinger, she pinched and tugged each in turn. He gasped. His eyes flew open before narrowing in obvious pleasure.

  Juliette was delighted at how responsive her new toy appeared. She returned to standing in back of him. Instead of touching him more with her hands, she used the flogger to caress his back and buttocks. She weaved the soft flays across the expanse of his skin in a way designed to sooth and lull. When the muscles in his shoulders relaxed, she flicked the flays at him to lightly sting. He
showed no outward reaction to the low-key pain, so she continued the game of petting for a while and flogging. Each time she snapped the flays against his body, she increased the force, until finally his body jumped. A gasp flew out of his mouth and Juliette smiled at the sound. It had been too long since she had known this pleasure. Her simple cotton slacks molded to her labia from the wetness seeping from her core.

  “How are you doing, Trey?” she asked coyly.

  “Thank you, ma’am. May I have another?”

  She chuckled at the response. The guy did have a fine sense of humor. There was nothing inconsistent with laughing and BDSM. It was supposed to be fun, after all. “You let me know if it gets to be too much.”

  “Do I need a safe word, ma’am?” he asked, his voice thick with passion.

  “You can have one if you want. Personally, I don’t use them.” Not any more, not after Tom, but she didn’t explain that to him. No need to spook him with her emotional baggage. “I’m careful to monitor your condition. Subs have a way of getting so into the zone, into sub space it’s called, that they don’t have the good sense to ask their Domme to stop. It’s my job to take care of you, so I’ll decide when it’s time to end our play. If you feel at any time that you can’t take what I’m doing, then ask me to stop.”

  “It’s that simple? Aren’t you worried I’ll say stop too quickly?”

  “I trust you to say it only when you really mean it.” Otherwise they were doomed before they started.

  He took a deep breath and let it out in a rush. “I won’t say it. I’ll take whatever you choose to give me, Mistress.”