Page 3 of Bound in the Dark

"I'm not sure you'll like my answer."

"Is that so? Stand and present."

His order was harsh. Cold in a way that settled something inside her. No emotion. A direct order. The chaos that so many people thrived in made her uncomfortable. She stood and clasped her hands behind her back in the way she had seen his previous submissives do. He towered over her, she was 5’6” in bare feet and he was 6’.

He ran his hands down her arms, readjusting her position until she was clasping her elbows behind her back and arching in such a way that her breasts were thrust forward. He circled back to her front looking over her body with a heat that was almost tangible.

"Your statement makes me want to know why even more."

It was tempting to craft a lie but Diana had promised herself in this one endeavor to be as honest as possible. She might not be able to give him her real name, or any truth about what she did outside the club, but she could give him this.

"I picked you because you are a focused, calculating, selfish perfectionist."

Master H crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing. "Selfish?"

She had known he wouldn't like that adjective but it was the one that had drawn her to him the most. "Your partners don't feel pleasure because they want to, they feel it because you want to see if you can make them feel it. You find pleasure in controlling a sub completely. Pleasure or pain, it doesn't matter, as long as you are deciding exactly what they are feeling. Once you know all their buttons they become uninteresting."

"And that appeals to you? Knowing that I won't do a scene with you again once I learn your buttons?" His smirk was sexy as if he found her amusing.

"Yes. Because then I'll know what they are, too and won't need you anymore."

His chuckle was dark. "That easy? You just want to use me to find out what trips your trigger. And what's in it for me then? Since I'm so selfish."

She wanted to growl in frustration, but bit back on the urge. She gave him her final truth, which would either tempt him with the challenge or send him scurrying away.

"I'm twenty-nine years old. I've had multiple partners of both genders and never once had an orgasm. If nothing else it would be appreciated if you could show me what that feels like."

"Never? What about masturbation?"

She shook her head. Solo exploration always ended up with her remembering something else she should be doing and giving up before finishing.

"Could you be asexual?"

She shrugged. "I have thought about that but I get aroused by men and other sexual things."

"What kind of sexual things?"

"Porn, erotic stories, being in a club like this. I don't know, the usual." She hadn't expected this line of questioning and that made her uncomfortable. Being this honest with someone was scarier than she had imagined.

Highdive had become an obsession, but she had only pictured him scening with her, not all this talking. Talking meant thinking and that was the opposite of what she wanted. She had never had any trouble seducing a man in the past, but those had been parts of missions. Her ultimate goal had always been to either get information or kill the man once they were alone.

Admittedly, that might also be why she never orgasmed. Hard to lose yourself in sensation when you are thinking about how to break into their possessions or the different methods of killing them to make it look like an accident.

Trying to convince a man to have sex with her without deadly reasons should be easy. Unfortunately, it seemed she wasn't good at being attractive without the hidden goals. Maybe if she just pretended she was going to kill him after they were done this would be less awkward? Or she could just go home and work out her frustration on the punching bag.

"Do you do that a lot?"

Diana focused back on Master H. "Do what?"

"Lose focus."

Diana bristled. She had held her position and his gaze the whole time. "I never lose focus. I always know what's going on around me."

"Is that so? Because your pupils call you a liar."

She ground her teeth. How dare he challenge her ability to stay aware through anything. She had memorized complex images while being tortured during her training.

"There are twenty people in this room, three of them staff. In the booth to our right a man is getting a blowjob and during the time you accused me of zoning out the waitress picked up a tray with two whiskeys and a beer on it. I can tell you what every person in this room is doing right now if you'd like." She glared at him. "I don't lose focus."

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