me, I can be as assertive as the next guy, but right now we’re just two people getting to know one another. Tell me. When Dennis bound you, was it physical abuse or..."
"A bit of both, I guess." I was suddenly aware of the bruises on my hips from Dennis’s fingernails and wondered why Jake hadn’t said anything.
He probably hasn’t noticed because you didn’t bruise. Black and blue or not, I sure as hell felt it.
"I see," Jake said, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. "Well, I’m going to say this now. There is a difference between Doms using floggers and other types of impact play to send a sub into subspace and play that's too rough—like what Dennis may have done—that endangers the sub’s well-being. I do the former, and will kick the ass of whoever knowingly does the latter."
"Good to know."
And it was. Better than good, in fact. I’d read about women getting seriously injured from floggers or by Doms who didn’t have a steady hand. And while I couldn’t say how much control Jake had with something similar, I did trust him. He hadn’t steered me wrong just yet, even if he did seem to have a slight Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde thing going on.
Two personalities. Two personas. Two names to keep straight. At The Limelight, folks knew him as Master Logan, but here, in the comfort of his own home, he was Jake.
"There is one thing you should know," Jake said, lifting my chin. "If you couldn’t tell from this house, I’m made of money—inherited it, actually, but that doesn’t define who I am."
"I didn’t think it would. But if you have so much saved, why work for someone else?"
"Even Doms need structure. Not only that, but if I didn’t work, I think I’d lose my damned mind. The money is a cushion, but not something I care to brag about."
"Then why tell me this?"
"Because, there may come a time when others will try to bribe you for my money. In all honesty, I only have around one million in my account at any given time. The rest is saved in bonds or donated."
"Why so little?"
"Let’s put it this way. If I gave you one hundred grand to do with whatever you like, would you keep it all in one bank account?" He continued when I didn’t say anything. "No, you wouldn’t, and by the look on your face, you’d be less inclined to spend it than I am. You’d probably invest half of it, if not more, and only keep on hand what was needed to pay the bills. That’s the same way I work. Yes, I may be what some consider a billionaire, but I don’t live that life. I made that choice well before this place was handed to me."
"And what of your subs?" I paused, wondering if I was about to cross the line. "Do you do the whole billionaire thing where you buy their clothes and tell them what to wear?"
"No. I believe in self-expression. I also believe in working for what you want. I expect all of my subs to hold a full-time job or, at the very least, to pick up a hobby. Busy hands make for a busy mind, which is healthy in any sub—new or experienced."
"You really are a strange Dom, you know that?"
"No, my dear. I’m normal. I have tastes like everyone else. I expect my subs to ask questions or even go as far as to questioning my authority. If I should ever make you physically uncomfortable, I want to know as soon as that pin drops. I’m not going to reprimand you. You may be submitting to me, but you hold all the control. At the end of the day, we’re just a couple like any other, even if our play may get a little rough at times."
"And the job?"
"Looking at your recent history, we aren’t going to concern ourselves with that. However, I do ask you find a hobby. What do you enjoy doing with your spare time?"
"I’ve never actually done it, but I’ve always had this odd fascination with masks."
"Masks, hmm? And why is that?"
"Because." I leaned in to kiss him on the lips. "We all have something to hide."
"Is that so?" He laid back on the bed, taking me with him. "What about
"A bit of both, I guess." I was suddenly aware of the bruises on my hips from Dennis’s fingernails and wondered why Jake hadn’t said anything.
He probably hasn’t noticed because you didn’t bruise. Black and blue or not, I sure as hell felt it.
"I see," Jake said, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. "Well, I’m going to say this now. There is a difference between Doms using floggers and other types of impact play to send a sub into subspace and play that's too rough—like what Dennis may have done—that endangers the sub’s well-being. I do the former, and will kick the ass of whoever knowingly does the latter."
"Good to know."
And it was. Better than good, in fact. I’d read about women getting seriously injured from floggers or by Doms who didn’t have a steady hand. And while I couldn’t say how much control Jake had with something similar, I did trust him. He hadn’t steered me wrong just yet, even if he did seem to have a slight Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde thing going on.
Two personalities. Two personas. Two names to keep straight. At The Limelight, folks knew him as Master Logan, but here, in the comfort of his own home, he was Jake.
"There is one thing you should know," Jake said, lifting my chin. "If you couldn’t tell from this house, I’m made of money—inherited it, actually, but that doesn’t define who I am."
"I didn’t think it would. But if you have so much saved, why work for someone else?"
"Even Doms need structure. Not only that, but if I didn’t work, I think I’d lose my damned mind. The money is a cushion, but not something I care to brag about."
"Then why tell me this?"
"Because, there may come a time when others will try to bribe you for my money. In all honesty, I only have around one million in my account at any given time. The rest is saved in bonds or donated."
"Why so little?"
"Let’s put it this way. If I gave you one hundred grand to do with whatever you like, would you keep it all in one bank account?" He continued when I didn’t say anything. "No, you wouldn’t, and by the look on your face, you’d be less inclined to spend it than I am. You’d probably invest half of it, if not more, and only keep on hand what was needed to pay the bills. That’s the same way I work. Yes, I may be what some consider a billionaire, but I don’t live that life. I made that choice well before this place was handed to me."
"And what of your subs?" I paused, wondering if I was about to cross the line. "Do you do the whole billionaire thing where you buy their clothes and tell them what to wear?"
"No. I believe in self-expression. I also believe in working for what you want. I expect all of my subs to hold a full-time job or, at the very least, to pick up a hobby. Busy hands make for a busy mind, which is healthy in any sub—new or experienced."
"You really are a strange Dom, you know that?"
"No, my dear. I’m normal. I have tastes like everyone else. I expect my subs to ask questions or even go as far as to questioning my authority. If I should ever make you physically uncomfortable, I want to know as soon as that pin drops. I’m not going to reprimand you. You may be submitting to me, but you hold all the control. At the end of the day, we’re just a couple like any other, even if our play may get a little rough at times."
"And the job?"
"Looking at your recent history, we aren’t going to concern ourselves with that. However, I do ask you find a hobby. What do you enjoy doing with your spare time?"
"I’ve never actually done it, but I’ve always had this odd fascination with masks."
"Masks, hmm? And why is that?"
"Because." I leaned in to kiss him on the lips. "We all have something to hide."
"Is that so?" He laid back on the bed, taking me with him. "What about
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