Page 34 of Carnal

"You haven't submitted yet," I state, pulling my fingers out.

"Mistress?" he questions.

I scoff. "You know you haven't. Until you submit, you aren't coming."

He straightens his shoulders and stares above my head. Another bead of sweat drips down his arm, and I slide my palm over it. He sniffs hard and glances at me.

Memories of the things I've seen him make his subs do float through my brain. I tap the buttons, release the tension from the chains, and uncuff him. He slowly moves his arms to his sides and waits for my command.

I reach up and stroke the side of his head. "Do you want to see me dance?"

He hesitates, studying me.

"Well? Would you like that?"

He admits, "Yes, Mistress. I'd like that."

"Good. Go sit on that chair," I order.

He glances at the hot-pink, curved leather sex chair. His lips twitch, and he walks to it and sits.

"Close your eyes," I instruct.

He shuts them, and I open a drawer, pulling out a cock cage. It's used to stop a man from ejaculating, but it doesn't eradicate the need. Every man I've used it on never wore one before, and I doubt Tristano will be any different.

I take it to him then slip it into the pocket of my toolbelt. I massage his temples and lean over him. "You like it when women dance for you, don't you?"

He locks eyes with me. "Yes, Mistress."

"Have you thought about me dancing for you?" I ask.

He takes a deep breath. "All the time."

"And you like it when they touch you, but only after the pole?" I question.

"You've studied me," he replies.

"I learned from you," I toss back.

Pride swells in his face. "And you liked what you saw, Mistress?"

I peck him on the lips. "Yes. I did."

"Can I ask what you believe I taught you?"

I reach down and cup his balls then stroke his shaft with my thumb. A tiny groan escapes him. He reaches behind him and slides his hand over my thigh.

Intense zings burst throughout my body. As much as I want to end this and let him have me, my ego won't let me. Tristano Marino is at my mercy, and I'm also getting off from it.

I take his hand and move it back to his lap, answering, "I learned to never give up my power. And a sub always needs to break first."

The vein near his eye pulses.

"Ah. You don't like hearing the truth when you're on the receiving end?" I taunt.

"Maybe it's because there's no way you'll break me," he claims.

"Hmm," I huff, smiling. I walk around him and do something else I've never done to a sub. I kneel between his thighs. Arrogance washes over his expression. I lean forward and lick from the base to the tip of his cock.

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