power to live up to your level of certainty. Besides, I’ve always liked Atlanta.”
Of course you do. “I noticed on your profile you didn’t mention sex. Does that mean you don’t want to have it?”
His brow dipped slightly. “Mistress, my profile was written outside of the parameters of a twenty-four-seven relationship. Primarily it deals with taking me home to do something for you, the premise being I’d ultimately leave and return.”
“So you expect sex?”
His darkened eyes met hers. “In time, yes, ma’am.”
“And if I refuse?”
He pressed his lips tight together before releasing a long breath. It was obvious he was in turmoil. “Then in all honesty I couldn’t accept the position. It would be a lie to agree to never engage in sex again.” He spoke in a somber tone as he stood, no doubt thinking she’d renege.
There was not a chance in hell she’d let him get away. She recognized it had taken a lot for him to say what he had. “Sit down, Marcus.”
He sat. It took a moment for him to meet her gaze. When he did, his eyes were clear, resigned. Looking at him, her chest squeezed painfully. That was a bolt from the blue.
Leaning forward, she grabbed him by the lapels of his coat and pulled him close so their lips were inches apart. Trust, that critical but elusive thing, had to begin somewhere. Maintaining eye contact, she spoke from her heart. “Never lie to me, no matter what it costs you. I have to trust what you say and do. Lying will destroy that trust and anything we build on it.” She released him and patted his lapel back into place.
“I didn’t lie to you.”
“I know. That’s why I told you to sit down.” She waited until he realized the importance of her words.
He blinked a couple of times before the sobriety of his face broke and the beginnings of a smile emerged. “Thank you, Mistress.” His smile widened until it reached his eyes. Her chest expanded. Making him happy felt good. Damn good .
Vera stood and shrugged off her jacket. Before she could get one arm out, he assisted her and held it over his arm. “When they open the buffet, fix a plate for yourself first. Later you’ll fix me a small plate. I want you fed before the other Mistresses get here and we start talking. You stay with me unless I tell you to leave, understand?” The woman who bid on him would be around and Vera didn’t want her pulling on him.
“Yes, ma’am.”
She pulled out her iPhone and checked her messages. Marguerite had followed up their earlier conversation with more suggestions.
“Sit on his lap….” That is not happening in this dress .
“Feed him from your plate….” Uh, no. Maybe from his plate .
“Dance for him. Make him hard.” She laughed. Now that’s just mean . What’s a hard, collared dick going to do for release? Nothing unless I give it to him.
“Mistress, may I ask a question?”
“Yes.” She glanced at him and then back at her device.
“You are a beautiful, intelligent, and sexy woman. Are you married?”
Is he serious ? She looked at him. “No. Why?”
“Just curious. Divorced?”
“No. There’s no man in my life right now.” She turned toward him in the chair, realizing that while she knew quite a bit about him, he knew next to nothing about her. And considering he had to feel comfortable enough with her to move to Atlanta, she needed to fill in a lot of blanks in the next few days. But first, she was curious about the types of questions he would ask.
He nodded. “How many submissives have you had in the past?”
She crossed her arms and sat back. “None. I’ve been involved in the lifestyle off and on for over five years, but you’ll be my first submissive. Is that a problem?” She didn’t mean to sound defensive, but after her conversation with Marguerite on her lack of experience, she was a tad raw.
“No, ma’am. It’s just hard to believe you’re single and paying to find a submissive like this. I understand why the men do it:
Of course you do. “I noticed on your profile you didn’t mention sex. Does that mean you don’t want to have it?”
His brow dipped slightly. “Mistress, my profile was written outside of the parameters of a twenty-four-seven relationship. Primarily it deals with taking me home to do something for you, the premise being I’d ultimately leave and return.”
“So you expect sex?”
His darkened eyes met hers. “In time, yes, ma’am.”
“And if I refuse?”
He pressed his lips tight together before releasing a long breath. It was obvious he was in turmoil. “Then in all honesty I couldn’t accept the position. It would be a lie to agree to never engage in sex again.” He spoke in a somber tone as he stood, no doubt thinking she’d renege.
There was not a chance in hell she’d let him get away. She recognized it had taken a lot for him to say what he had. “Sit down, Marcus.”
He sat. It took a moment for him to meet her gaze. When he did, his eyes were clear, resigned. Looking at him, her chest squeezed painfully. That was a bolt from the blue.
Leaning forward, she grabbed him by the lapels of his coat and pulled him close so their lips were inches apart. Trust, that critical but elusive thing, had to begin somewhere. Maintaining eye contact, she spoke from her heart. “Never lie to me, no matter what it costs you. I have to trust what you say and do. Lying will destroy that trust and anything we build on it.” She released him and patted his lapel back into place.
“I didn’t lie to you.”
“I know. That’s why I told you to sit down.” She waited until he realized the importance of her words.
He blinked a couple of times before the sobriety of his face broke and the beginnings of a smile emerged. “Thank you, Mistress.” His smile widened until it reached his eyes. Her chest expanded. Making him happy felt good. Damn good .
Vera stood and shrugged off her jacket. Before she could get one arm out, he assisted her and held it over his arm. “When they open the buffet, fix a plate for yourself first. Later you’ll fix me a small plate. I want you fed before the other Mistresses get here and we start talking. You stay with me unless I tell you to leave, understand?” The woman who bid on him would be around and Vera didn’t want her pulling on him.
“Yes, ma’am.”
She pulled out her iPhone and checked her messages. Marguerite had followed up their earlier conversation with more suggestions.
“Sit on his lap….” That is not happening in this dress .
“Feed him from your plate….” Uh, no. Maybe from his plate .
“Dance for him. Make him hard.” She laughed. Now that’s just mean . What’s a hard, collared dick going to do for release? Nothing unless I give it to him.
“Mistress, may I ask a question?”
“Yes.” She glanced at him and then back at her device.
“You are a beautiful, intelligent, and sexy woman. Are you married?”
Is he serious ? She looked at him. “No. Why?”
“Just curious. Divorced?”
“No. There’s no man in my life right now.” She turned toward him in the chair, realizing that while she knew quite a bit about him, he knew next to nothing about her. And considering he had to feel comfortable enough with her to move to Atlanta, she needed to fill in a lot of blanks in the next few days. But first, she was curious about the types of questions he would ask.
He nodded. “How many submissives have you had in the past?”
She crossed her arms and sat back. “None. I’ve been involved in the lifestyle off and on for over five years, but you’ll be my first submissive. Is that a problem?” She didn’t mean to sound defensive, but after her conversation with Marguerite on her lack of experience, she was a tad raw.
“No, ma’am. It’s just hard to believe you’re single and paying to find a submissive like this. I understand why the men do it:
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