Page 3 of Tell Me Your Desires
Lady A looked up to see the shocked look on her assistant’s face. “Oh God, no.” Her entire body shuddered at the thought. “That really didn’t sound right, did it? I just meant he’s not my favorite client.”
“Why do you see him then? Why do you see men at all? I thought you were a, you know, a…”
“Lesbian?” Lady A finished for the flustered young woman. She stood up, turned to Maisie, and studied her momentarily.So young and naïve, she thought. Lady A had hired Maisie after much debate, made mainly by Maisie herself. The twenty-four-year-old was barely old enough tobein the club with Lady A, much less work there. But Maisie fought hard to be there. Her goal was to become a pole dancer for the club. Despite having no interest in dancing herself, Lady A took Maisie under her wing. Mainly to keep Maisie out of the talons of the vultures this line of work could bring.
“Y-yes.”
“Because men pay a premium to be dominated by a woman.”
“It must help that you’re, um, beautiful.”
Lady A smiled. “Thank you. But my sessions are a bit different from, say, Sapphyre’s.”
Maisie rolled her eyes. “I would hope so. She’s not fussy.”
“I want to say you’re wrong, but you’re not.” Lady A cleared her throat. “My point was, in my chambers, it’s about the fantasy. Their fantasies, their desires. Just saying them out loud can be intoxicating for some. Being punished for them can be downright orgasmic.”
“W-what makes you sleep with some and not others?”
Lady A watched as a blush crept up Maisie’s neck.How curious. “Well, men are never an option for me. Controlling and punishing them may be fun, but that’s as far as it goes. As for the women who come in to see me,” Lady A inhaled deeply, then let it out slowly. She didn’t give in to her desires often when it cameto her profession. But there were those times when it became so intense she needed the release as much as her…sub did.
“It’s a feeling I get when I’m with them.” She stepped an inch closer to Maisie. She was a beautiful girl with soulful brown eyes and strawberry-blonde hair. Too young for Lady A to be serious with, but old enough to know what she wanted. “Why all the questions? Are you interested?”
Maisie gasped softly and blushed furiously. “Uh, I’m, um…straight.”
Lady A waited for a beat, then nodded. “Okay.” She sat down and turned back to the mirror to touch up her makeup. Per her request, it was a slow night for Lady A. If everything went as planned, she would be home on her couch in her pajamas before three a.m.
“Wait, that’s it? No pressuring? No, ‘if you had the right woman’? Just…okay?”
Green eyes glanced up at Maisie through the mirror as Lady A fluffed her red hair that fell in soft curls past her shoulders. “I have no interest in forcing someone to do something they have no desire to do, Maisie. I’m sorry if you’ve encountered those scenarios before. My business is pleasure, maybe a bit of intimidation. But never without consent.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…” Maisie tapped her fingers nervously on the tray she was still holding. “Can you, um, fit in one more client? They were asking me upfront if you would be available.”
Lady A checked her watch.Quarter after midnight. If she took on another client, depending on who it was, she could kiss her plans of vegging out on the couch goodbye. “Sure. One more.”
The lightabove Lady A’s chamber flashed red, indicating that her last client of the night was ready. “Ready” meant bound in chains and blindfolded. Usually, Lady A would know a few basics about the person she would be dominating. But she had been too distracted by foiled plans to ask for any information about the person. It wasn’t that she was worried about her safety. The club did an excellent job of vetting the clientele. They were asked to fill out questionnaires describing what they were looking for, then scanned for weapons. Then they were required to sign a non-disclosure and liability waiver before being let into the private area of the club. And, if anything went wrong, a panic button was readily available.
Yet, her distraction contributed to Lady A going into this one blind—as blind as the client would be with the blindfold. It was…exciting not being privy to what awaited her behind those doors. Sometimes the one in control needed a bit of spontaneity themselves. So Lady A adjusted her bustier, grabbed her whip, and walked through the door. Her confident step faltered slightly when she saw who was waiting for her on the other side, but she said nothing. Instead, she sat in her high-back, black velvet chair and crossed her bare legs.
“Tell me your desires.”
“T-to have a mind-blowing experience with another woman.”
“There are plenty of lesbians to choose from. Why come here?” Lady A asked curiously, observing her client. She could tell the woman was already turned on by the way she squirmed and clamped her thighs together.
“B-because I don’t want just any woman. My true desire is my…boss.”
Lady A stood and closed in on the scantily clad, bound woman. She allowed the rough handle of her whip to graze the woman’s satin-covered backside and was rewarded with a soft moan.
“Have you told her?”
“I paid to be in here to help me find the courage.”
Lady A leaned closer to the woman’s ear, allowing her warm breath to tickle the sensitive lobe. “You’ve found it, Maisie.” Her tongue darted out, bringing the lobe back as it retreated, and Lady A held it between her teeth for a moment before releasing it. “Do you want to lose the blindfold?”
Maisie shook her head.
“A ‘mind-blowing experience,’ you say. How far are you willing to go?”
