Page 47 of Mastered By Desire

The two women hold each other tenderly. As Leah and I watch, the red-haired woman unzips the brunette’s dress.

“Would you like to explore anything in particular tonight?” I ask.

“I’m not sure.” She tilts her head, studying the women. “Maybe you could buy me a drink and we’ll see where it goes? It’s our first date and I’m pretty new to…all of this.”

“To kink?”

She nods. I’m not surprised. The other night she was willing and eager, but she seemed unsure of herself, unsure of her own power.

She wields more than she will ever know.

“Let’s get some refreshments and sit down so you can observe. It will help you figure out what interests you and what doesn’t.”

“Sure, okay.”

With her eyes wide to take in everything around us, she follows me to the bar.

Betty passes me a water before turning to Leah. “What would you like, Miss L?”

“There’s no alcohol, right?” She eyes the soda tap behind Betty. “Do you have flavored water?”

“We do.”

A couple of minutes later, I’m navigating Leah toward a cozy little booth with a view of Rooms One and Two. She starts to slide in, but I say, “How do you feel about sitting on my lap, little girl?”

I wait to see if she’ll accept the pet name, accept the invitation.

She takes a sip of her water and licks her lips. “I’d like that…Sir.”

There’s a questioning tone in the honorific. I nod my approval, glad to be past this negotiation.

Climbing into the back of the booth, I gesture for Leah to set down her drink and follow me in. The bench and table allow enough room for her to perch comfortably on my lap, although there isn’t muchcomfortablein the rigid way she’s sitting.

That’s all right. I have time.

Currently, Room Two is empty. In Room One, two submissive women are servicing their Dom, the women on their knees and taking turns sucking his cock.

Leah pretends to be unaffected, but her position in my lap provides me with an excellent way to monitor her reactions. The slightest hitch in breathing, the way her nipples swell behind the thin fabric of her dress, the subtle squirm as she tries to relieve the ache of need that must be building inside her.

“What do you think of what they’re doing?” I ask.

After a long pause, she says, “I bet their knees hurt. They don’t have any cushions or anything on the floor.”

“True. Do you think that kind of pain could also be a part of the appeal?”

“No. I mean, it wouldn’t be part of the appeal for me. It doesn’t seem like sexy pain.”

“Have you experienced sexy pain?”

“That’s a very personal question,” she hedges.

“You’re in a very personal position.”

Laughing a little, she says, “Touché. And no, not really. Pain has never been a part of sex for me.”

“I remember your checklist from the auction. You were willing to try impact play.”

“Willing to try it, yeah.” She squirms the tiniest amount, seems to realize she’s doing it, and then stops. “I don’t know that I’d like it, but I’d try it. For science.”

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