Doms in our group prefer to make the first move.”
She shrugged. “I’m just impatient, I guess.”
He crossed his arms and stared at her until she dropped her eyes. “Are you here to serve or to be served, Rachel?”
“What?”
“Look at me.” He waited until she met his gaze. “Are you here because you long to submit and serve, or are you here because you’re looking for something you want?”
Her nose wrinkled as she thought about his question. “Aren’t they the same thing?”
“No, they aren’t. One is the heart of a submissive and one is not.”
“I don’t understand.”
“When you approached me just now, were you truly thinking of my needs or your own?”
There was nothing but silence. “My own,” she finally whispered.
“Do you see the difference now?” he asked gently.
“Yes, sir.”
“Perhaps you should take a few minutes to think about why you’re here tonight.”
She mumbled her reply and he watched her walk back toward the main house. He could see she was dejected, but he knew her and felt with the proper Dom she could flourish into a wonderful submissive. That Dom just wouldn’t be him.
On the other hand, if Julie turned out to be interested, he was certainly willing to help her discover her submissive nature. After talking with her yesterday, he desired nothing more than to take her interest and slowly transform it, first into want and eventually into need. He grew hard just thinking about being the one to introduce her to the pleasure to be found in surrender.
The steady rise of voices coming from the main house drew his attention. He scolded himself for being distracted by fantasy and hurried into the living room.
It was no surprise whom the two voices belonged to: Kelly Bowman, one of the group’s few Dommes, and Evan Martin, a Dom she was frequently at odds with. Kelly stood with hands on her hips, looking every bit the part of “Mistress K” in a skintight black leather bustier and skirt and boots that reached her thighs. Her long red hair was streaked with black.
Evan had a slightly amused look on his face and Daniel groaned. If he had to guess, the Dom had probably picked the fight with Kelly in order to get a response out of her. He thought about telling them to get a room and fuck it out like they both seemed so desperate to do.
“Mistress K. Master Martin,” he said instead. “I’m three seconds away from throwing you both out. End it now.”
Kelly broke the stalemate first. “Apologize to Master Covington, Martin.”
“Suck my dick, K.”
“I’d have to be able to find it first.”
Daniel stepped between them. “Enough. You two know better. Evan, there’s a petite redhead looking for a play partner. She needs a lesson in serving with the proper mind-set. Can I trust you to handle it?”
Evan winked at Kelly. “I’ll take care of her. I love a feisty redhead.”
“Asshole,” Kelly quipped.
He blew a kiss over his shoulder.
Daniel waited until the other man left. “If I thought it’d do either of you any good, I’d suggest you help him. Force the two of you to work together.”
“If you’re going to lecture me, call Martin back so he can hear it, too.” She snapped her fingers at one of the group’s male submissives. “You, there. Come here.”
“Maybe I thought I’d speak to you since you’re the more reasonable of the two,” Daniel said.
The submissive had made it to where they stood. A look of excitement was evident in his expression. “Yes, Mistress K, how may I serve you?”
“My cane needs a workout. If you’re amiable, go wait for me in the upstairs bedroom. The green one. I want you naked and kneeling in the middle of the room.”
“Yes, Mistress K.”
“You’re excused.” She didn’t bother to watch as he left; instead she turned back to Daniel. “You’re sorely mistaken if you think Martin and I will ever work together.”
“At least keep it outside the group. You guys should be setting a better
She shrugged. “I’m just impatient, I guess.”
He crossed his arms and stared at her until she dropped her eyes. “Are you here to serve or to be served, Rachel?”
“What?”
“Look at me.” He waited until she met his gaze. “Are you here because you long to submit and serve, or are you here because you’re looking for something you want?”
Her nose wrinkled as she thought about his question. “Aren’t they the same thing?”
“No, they aren’t. One is the heart of a submissive and one is not.”
“I don’t understand.”
“When you approached me just now, were you truly thinking of my needs or your own?”
There was nothing but silence. “My own,” she finally whispered.
“Do you see the difference now?” he asked gently.
“Yes, sir.”
“Perhaps you should take a few minutes to think about why you’re here tonight.”
She mumbled her reply and he watched her walk back toward the main house. He could see she was dejected, but he knew her and felt with the proper Dom she could flourish into a wonderful submissive. That Dom just wouldn’t be him.
On the other hand, if Julie turned out to be interested, he was certainly willing to help her discover her submissive nature. After talking with her yesterday, he desired nothing more than to take her interest and slowly transform it, first into want and eventually into need. He grew hard just thinking about being the one to introduce her to the pleasure to be found in surrender.
The steady rise of voices coming from the main house drew his attention. He scolded himself for being distracted by fantasy and hurried into the living room.
It was no surprise whom the two voices belonged to: Kelly Bowman, one of the group’s few Dommes, and Evan Martin, a Dom she was frequently at odds with. Kelly stood with hands on her hips, looking every bit the part of “Mistress K” in a skintight black leather bustier and skirt and boots that reached her thighs. Her long red hair was streaked with black.
Evan had a slightly amused look on his face and Daniel groaned. If he had to guess, the Dom had probably picked the fight with Kelly in order to get a response out of her. He thought about telling them to get a room and fuck it out like they both seemed so desperate to do.
“Mistress K. Master Martin,” he said instead. “I’m three seconds away from throwing you both out. End it now.”
Kelly broke the stalemate first. “Apologize to Master Covington, Martin.”
“Suck my dick, K.”
“I’d have to be able to find it first.”
Daniel stepped between them. “Enough. You two know better. Evan, there’s a petite redhead looking for a play partner. She needs a lesson in serving with the proper mind-set. Can I trust you to handle it?”
Evan winked at Kelly. “I’ll take care of her. I love a feisty redhead.”
“Asshole,” Kelly quipped.
He blew a kiss over his shoulder.
Daniel waited until the other man left. “If I thought it’d do either of you any good, I’d suggest you help him. Force the two of you to work together.”
“If you’re going to lecture me, call Martin back so he can hear it, too.” She snapped her fingers at one of the group’s male submissives. “You, there. Come here.”
“Maybe I thought I’d speak to you since you’re the more reasonable of the two,” Daniel said.
The submissive had made it to where they stood. A look of excitement was evident in his expression. “Yes, Mistress K, how may I serve you?”
“My cane needs a workout. If you’re amiable, go wait for me in the upstairs bedroom. The green one. I want you naked and kneeling in the middle of the room.”
“Yes, Mistress K.”
“You’re excused.” She didn’t bother to watch as he left; instead she turned back to Daniel. “You’re sorely mistaken if you think Martin and I will ever work together.”
“At least keep it outside the group. You guys should be setting a better
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