Page 32 of A Secret and a Lie
Genevieve observes me for another moment, our gazes tethered together. Her left eyebrow is arched, her lips thinning the longer we study each other.
“Are you alright?” she finally questions, her tone icy cold and unyielding. “Because if your mind isn’t right, I won’t have you in this room. I told you before, you’re engaging in a power-exchange. If you aren’t in a place to assume the responsibility that comes with being a Dom, then get out.” Her arm juts to the side as she points her index finger toward the elevator.
Thisis the version of the woman before me that has men and women prostrating themselves before her. She’s formidable, powerful, and she looks sexy as fuck. Almost as alluring as she is when her mouth is forming the wordSir.
Unfortunately, I think she has a point. My mind is floating like a halo above the badge sitting in my jacket pocket that bestows me with authority and jurisdiction.
I need Genevieve to trust me, and even if, in some ways, I’m an actor, a liar, a fraud, this is the most authentic I’ve ever been on a job. I’m here to learn something today, and that’s going to prove difficult if I can’t focus.
“I’m here. I’m in the moment,” I tell her, mentally trying to re-screw my head on.
Genevieve places a hand on her hip, and I know that I’m not going to like what she says even before she speaks. “I hope that’s true. Should I make you lick my shoes to prove just howin the momentyou are?”
My lip curls at the thought, and I don’t bother schooling my expression.“You don’t actually want me to do that,” I assert, my features hardening as I recline in my seat.
I’m positive I’m right. While she’s my mentor of sorts, I’m the one with the power here. I’m not sure she recognizes that she relinquishes it when I’m around, but she does. She freely passes me the control on a platter. However, something about my mood jarred her tonight and made her scramble to reclaim her dominion.
“Why not?”
I smirk. “You’re a good Domme, so you’d never ask me to become someone or something I wasn’t. I’m a lot of things, but a man on the floor, kissing your shoes, isn’t on that list.”
Now that I’ve sampled domination, I have no desire to taste the flavor of anything else, except perhaps her pussy.
Her chest rises and falls twice, her eyes scanning my face as if to detect a lie. Abruptly, she turns back to Sloane. “I’m sorry for that delay. Is my favorite pain slut ready to begin? Since I prefer to use the traffic light system when forced orgasms are on the table, tell us your safe words.”
It’s far too easy for me to imagine what it’d be like to say similar words to Genevieve, and I take a sip of the whiskey instead of adjusting myself.
“Red or liar for stop, Madam, yellow for slow down, and green means I’m good to keep going.”
Genevieve glances at me, awaiting my instruction, and I dip my chin. Even if I didn’t watch as the vibrator was turned on, I would’ve known it happened based on the audible gasp that Sloane emits, her back arching slightly. The glistening head hovers over her clit, secured to her inner thigh by the straps.
She moans softly as Genevieve swipes something off the topof the dresser and rounds the bed. Hazel eyes lock onto mine, the dull sound of the vibrating wand filling the room as we scrutinize one another. Eventually, her attention flicks back to the woman now writhing on the bed.
The Domme holds up the item she grabbed in front of Sloane’s face, the metal chain catching the light ominously. “Give me your color.”
Sloane’s breathing is already ragged, but her voice is firm when she replies, “Very green.”
Genevieve’s attention flicks to me, and I order, “Put them on. Make them tight.”
Sloane squeaks the moment the alligator clamps are fastened to her rosy, peaked nipples. Her back bows, and she pulls at the restraints, her toes curling and fingers balled into fists as pleasure consumes her.
Her skin has a sheen to it, and she whimpers like she’s been left for dead as Genevieve strokes her head tenderly. “Tell your Doms how that feels.”
I force another sip of my drink down my throat and look away. I’m not either woman’s Dom, and that grates on my nerves. While I have zero interest in being Sloane’sanything, I’d move Heaven and Hell to control Genevieve’s pleasure and pain.
I’m not supposed to be having thoughts like this. They’re getting in the way of the job I’m meant to complete. I show up here, telling myself I can use these lessons as an excuse to dig around for information, but I still have nothing to show for it except a perpetual hard-on and an overactive imagination that was dormant before I met this woman.
“Good, but I’m…sensitive.”
Genevieve titters softly. “Oh, honey, that’ll get much worse before it gets better.”
Exasperated, I drain the last of my scotch, regretting that I didn’t make it a double. The girl on the bed squeals when Genevieve tugson the chain connecting the nipple clamps, yanking on the ropes binding her to the bed as yet another orgasm captures her.
“It’s so much. Please, make it stop,please,” Sloane whines, tossing her head around.
Genevieve opens her mouth to respond, but it’s my deep voice that resonates through the room with my eyes fixed on the dominatrix who’s watching me in return. “You know how to make it stop. I want another, and you’re going to give it to me.”
“Yes,”she moans, her fingernails clawing at her bindings, but it’s the woman in black I’m fixated on.
