“You scened with another Dom?” It hurt, but I knew we weren’t together then so I had no right.
“Yes. His name was Gabe.”
“I’m going to kill that motherfucker.” I gritted my teeth and yanked back from her, but her legs held tight.
“We didn’t have sex. It was just a spanking. I’m glad I did because he showed me what you were going through.” She winced. “That’s why I was coming to talk to you today.”
“And?” I held my breath, but I understood why she’d been careful not to touch my back. I’d never told her I was bi and worried how she’d feel about it.
“Are you okay? I mean, you were taking quite a beating.”
Maybe she hadn’t seen everything.
“I’m fine now that I have you back in my life.”
She nodded as if she wasn’t wholly convinced. “And your desire for men? Were you going to tell me about that?”
She had.
“Alix, there is only one time I am ever with men. When I’m being a submissive, which isn’t often,” I admitted.
“Do you want to talk about why you were there? Gabe said it had something to do with your past and a trigger of some kind.”
I hated discussing such a hard topic when my cock was still in her. I wanted to pace. I wanted to put space between us, but she wasn’t allowing it.
“One day I will tell you about it. Not now.” I sighed.
“That’s what you always say,” she said, frowning.
“I can’t. We can talk about anything else, but not that. Not today. Please, don’t push the topic.” I wanted to tell her. I wanted to vent my story, but I couldn’t handle any more intense emotions in one day.
“I’m going to keep asking until you tell me,” she said finally releasing me. “For now I’ll drop it though.”
“Thank you,” I whispered while closing my eyes.
Withdrawing from her, I used my destroyed shirt to wipe between her legs. The urge to shove my fingers inside her to ensure some of me stayed in her flared through me, but I resisted. Once she was clean, I tossed the shirt aside and pulled my trousers back up. I’d never been so glad I’d skipped underwear, since it gave me one less thing to deal with when I’d been so desperate to fill her.
I held up her panties in one hand and her trousers in the other. She smiled and took them before slipping them on and stepping into the heels I’d knocked off when I’d pulled them from her.
“If you’re going without, then I will too.” She winked before shrugging her coat back on.
“Does that mean since you’re going without a shirt, I should go without one as well?” I fought to not smile. I missed her saucy side and the easy conversations we had. We were back to normal, the tense air gone.
“Mmm. I’d enjoy it, but we don’t want to cause a scene. You know, because women won’t care that they are married or with their man, they’ll drool over all…” She gestured to my chest. “That.”
Shaking my head, I laughed and went to my closet for a new shirt. I pulled it on as I returned to her.
“May I?” she asked, holding up my cufflinks in her palm.
“If you wish.” I held out one arm for her. I’d never had someone dress me before, but I could get used to it. She slid the small clasp through the buttonholes before clamping it so it was secure. Switching hands, I watched her fingers as she fastened the other one. My cock was already filling from watching her doing something so caring for me.
Once she was done, she tugged my shirt closed and started doing the buttons for me. She glanced up and caught me staring with a stupid smile on my face.
“What?” She frowned.
“Nothing. I like you taking care of me. No one has ever done it before.” I shrugged as she did the last button.
“Well, I like taking care of you, so that works out good then.” She stepped back and I tucked the shirt into my trousers.
“Ready?” I sat on the bed and pulled on my shoes before tying them.
“Yep.”
Placing my hand on her back, I showed her to the elevator. I looked over at her and she smiled at me. How quickly things had gone from the worst day of my life to the best day.
I took her to my favorite restaurant and we talked about how things had been at work. I made sure to avoid anything that had to do with Mariah. Even the thought of her had me gritting my teeth, but I was determined not to let her ruin any time I had with Alix. I would handle her soon enough.
After dinner, I knew I had to do something I’d been putting off, but it was the only way my Dom side would be satisfied after learning she’d seen me as a submissive. I couldn’t let her think of me that way. She was my submissive and I was her dominant.
Parking in front of Scene, I turned to her and took her hand.
“Precious, you are to go into our room and prepare yourself for me. Since you don’t have panties I expect you to be fully nude and waiting,” I told her and watched as arousal filled her eyes along with curiosity. I knew she wanted to take it slow, but I couldn’t deny my Dom. He was roaring for me to reassert my control over her. “Do you have a problem with that?”
“No, sir,” she didn’t hesitate to answer me.
“Go. Now.” I released her hand and let her open her own door for the first time. Watching as she crossed the parking lot and disappeared through the doors, I made sure she made it safely inside before following much more sedately. She didn’t know it, but I paid her dues for the club. If I was going to be asking her to meet me, then it was my burden to pay for her. I’d started paying before she’d even known who I was and planned to continue to do so.
After giving her more than enough time to strip and kneel, I entered the room. I knew she wasn’t a huge fan of kneeling since it tended to hurt her knees, but I’d made sure to give her enough time to anticipate what was coming. In the apartment, we’d been rushed by need. My Dom didn’t care for rushing; he was all for dragging things out and taking complete control of her mind and body.
“Stand, Precious, and undress me,” I ordered her as I stepped in front of her. She’d followed orders and was on her knees completely nude, thighs spread, palms resting on them. Untying my shoes, she removed them, followed by my socks. She stood and unclamped my cufflinks, bending to put them in one of my shoes before dragging her fingers down my buttons. Yanking my shirt out of my trousers, she started at the bottom and worked her way up unfastening the buttons. Instead of removing my shirt, she dropped her hands to my belt. Once she had it open, she released my pants and followed them down to my ankles to help me step out of them. Standing again, she slid her hands over my skin from my ankles, up my legs and chest to move down my arms. The shirt fell to the ground.
“Excellent,” I murmured before grabbing the heavy leather collar from the dresser filled with toys. As I reached to wrap it around her neck, I noticed the absence of her pearls. “No pearls?”
“N...no, sir.” She bowed her head in shame. “I took them off when I thought you no longer wanted me.”
“I will always want you,” I stated emphatically. “You will wear this collar until I can place your pearls back on you.”
Her head snapped up in surprise. The collar wasn’t something anyone would mistake for anything other than what it was. It was a punishment in itself, but I hated her not wearing something to signify my ownership of her. I did own her, too. She was mine forever, no matter what else happened.
“Yes, sir,” she said after a moment.
I clipped a chain to the metal loop in the front of the collar, then turned toward the door.
“You will be getting that punishment I promised you so long ago,” I told her before walking out the door. I felt a slight hesitation from her before she followed quietly behind me. Once we entered the main room, I led her to the back of the large empty room with a solitary wooden bench that was larger than the spanking benches. I heard a soft gasp from her, but didn’t slow my pace.