“There is no mystery man. This is a hypothetical potential slave who may or may not want to live like a dog.”
She glanced towards me, her lips curving. “Well, if I had a man who led me to believe he was interested in living like some type of animal, the first thing I would do is try to figure out why.”
“He has a mentally draining job where he constantly has to make really difficult life or death decisions.”
“Hypothetically?”
“Hypothetically.”
“His head must be a very exhausting place.” She slipped a robe over her naked body, gesturing for me to follow as she walked out of the closet, across the room and into the bathroom. I stared at the ornate pattern painted across the ceiling, tracing the curves and twists with my gaze.
She began filling the spa tub, running her wrist under the stream to test the heat. “Sometimes men look to women like us to quiet the noise. Everyone assumes this life is about sex and kink, but power play is so much more than that.” She sat down on the edge of the tub, pouring oils and salts into the water. “If I had a man I believed was in my dungeon not for the kink but for the mental break, I’d have to change my approach.”
“What approach would you take?”
“Opposites.” The robe fell to the ground as she stepped over the edge, her body sinking into the water. “If a man’s life outside my dungeon is boring and mundane, he needs excitement and anticipation when he’s in my dungeon or why would he keep coming back? The same goes for this… hypothetical man. If his life is nothing but unpredictable chaos, he’s only coming back because you somehow quiet the storm.”
I sat on the corner of the tub, leaning back against the wall. “So I need to give him predictability?”
She sat up, grabbing a bath bomb off the shelf behind her and tossing it into the water. “What’s going on, Gemma? Who is this man you’re hiding from everyone?”
“It’s complicated.”
“I’ve never been much for clichés, and until now I’ve always considered you an anti-cliché.”
“Then brace yourself.” I bit into my lip, shaking my head. “He needs me, and I want to take care of him. It’s disgusting, I know.”
“Absolutely appalling.” She pushed a strand of wet hair over her shoulder, her lips curving briefly. “Gemma, if there’s anything I know about you, it’s that you’re a kink queen. It’s why I asked you to help me with PK. You never judge, never cringe, never shame. You love the kink and the sex and the power and all that comes with it. It makes me wonder if the man you’re describing is a good fit for you.”
Her words cut through me. “He’s a perfect fit for me.”
She leaned back, sinking lower in the water. “Being in love is a beautiful thing, but being in love with someone who can’t meet your needs is a slow, merciless death.”
***
Arlo
***
My hands shook as I checked the time on my phone. I couldn’t decide if the tension in my body was eagerness or terror, maybe embarrassment, maybe a twisted combination of all three. What would she do? Had I fallen too far? Given her too much of myself? I began to pace, unsure what to do with myself while I waited, the anxiety building. When the front door opened I froze, tensing when she stepped inside, preparing for a discussion I wasn’t ready to have.
The coat slid from her shoulders, her lips silent, the darkness in her eyes far louder. “Strip.”
“Wha–”
“We’ve had this discussion before. When I say strip, you strip down to nothing.”
Frustration and confusion ignited within me. “You’re crazy sometimes.”
The darkness in her gaze softened as she searched. “Will you ever trust me?”
Her words burned through my skin as she turned away, disappearing down the hallway. The argument was the same one we continued to circle, but her question was the first time the center had been spoken. I rubbed my hands over my face. It was time to leave. Time to end what should have never began. I dragged myself out her door and into the night, searching the stars for a peace not meant for me. My hand wrapped around my bicep, squeezing the S Siren had carved into my skin.
“When will she mark me?” I had asked each day since the day she chose me.
“After you survive your first battle, if you want to be marked, you ask,” Zane had replied.
“She doesn’t just do it?”
“We aren’t cattle. She doesn’t brand us.”
“Then why does she do it?”
“She does it for us, not for her.” He flexed his arm, showing off his scar. “It’s a declaration of loyalty. Brotherhood. Trust. Show how thankful I am to be chosen. How proud I am to be part of her army. How hard I will fight to save the forsaken.”
My hands rubbed over my face, massaging away the memory. I turned, stepping back into Gemma’s house before pulling my shirt off, dropping it on the hallway floor. She was my last chance for happiness. My final hope for brief moments of peace. I shoved my pants and underwear down, leaving them in a heap outside the bedroom door.
Gemma’s gaze scanned my naked skin when I stepped into the bedroom, lingering over my scar. I sank to my knees, crawling to the edge of the bed, stopping at her feet. “I trust you, Mistress.”
“Then let me help you calm the noise.” Her fingers ran through my hair, her floor digging into my knees. “Make it all disappear until there’s nothing left but you and me.”
“Yes, Mistress.” I ran my lips over her thigh, terrified my phone would ring, forcing me to leave the only place I wanted to be. The thought taunted from the back of my mind, always beckoning.
“This is how I want you, fully obedient and compliant every day when you come here. If you do what’s expected, you’ll be rewarded.”
I nodded into her skin. I’d already fallen too far, a new darkness waiting for me. No Eyes and Ears to guide me through. No beasts. No Siren. Only a domme offering a beautiful peace.
“What reward would you like to earn for your obedience?”
Heat burned into my cheeks, her hands summoning needs I wasn’t ready to speak.
She grasped my hair, gently pulling my head back. “Let me help you quiet the noise,” she whispered, teasing her lips over mine. “You just have to tell me how.”
“I just want to eat your pussy.” I bit into my lip, trying to stop the words, the shame burning hotter through my skin as I searched for a way to explain. “I want to be able to relax and eat your pussy mindlessly for as long as I want after you come. I’ll do whatever else you want, Mistress. I’ll submit and obey if it makes you happy, but I want a reward that’s for me. And that’s the reward I want.”
She tilted her head, contemplating. “How… attentive are you wanting me to be during this extended timeframe?”
“I’d prefer for you to pretend I’m not there.” Heat scorched through my face once again. “Do something else, maybe watch TV or scroll through your phone, anything that makes it clear you’re not just waiting for me to be done.”
“How long do you think you’ll want to… relax every day? Assuming you earn the opportunity every day?”
My hand rubbed over the back of my neck, missing the reassurance of her touch. “I don’t know… maybe an hour or so?”
She nodded, her lips curving. “On the bed. On your back.”
I hesitated, unsure what she planned to do but prepared to do what was need to earn what I wanted. I climbed to the center of the bed, watching her strip out of her dress, her body bare beneath it.
“Since you corrected your earlier error in judgement, and also admitted a truth I know it was difficult for you to confess, you’ve earned your reward for tonight.”
My pulse pounded when she crawled over the bed towards me, my cock hardening the closer she came.
“However, be aware that in the future, I expect immediate obedience.”
I sucked in a breath when she mounted my face, her weight light on top of me, her taste inches from my lips. My desperation surged at the tease. I locked my arms around her thighs, shoving my face into her, smearing her over my skin. A soft laugh trickled from her lips, her hands gentle as they ran through my hair. I couldn’t lose my humanity. My humility. No matter what happened in the darkness of the underground, she could chase it from my bones.
Her body trembled, affirmations rolling from her lips when my tongue circled her clit. I found my rhythm in the swollen skin, her scent growing stronger as her arousal dripped down my chin. Her fingers grasped my hair, her breasts swaying above me, whimpers and moans falling from her lips. I held her to me, my cock throbbing each time her thighs trembled and tightened around my head. When she froze I maintained, my pattern unbroken so it could build within her. A moan cried from her lips when her body arched back, the sound rippling through my cock. I pushed my tongue inside her, aching for a taste of her climax.
“Enough,” she gasped, her movements growing weaker.
My arms tightened around her thighs, refusing to release her, smearing her over my face once again.
“Enough.” The warning was clear, her body pulling away when I loosened my grip.
Where was she going? Anger ripped through me as she disappeared down the hallway. A promise had been made, the rage twisting into embarrassing devastation when I realized the confession I had trusted her with. She reappeared, her phone in her hand, the mattress sinking next to me when she climbed back beside me. I covered my face with my hands, trying to calm down before she noticed the tears burning in my eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Her hand wrapped around my wrist, pulling it away from my face, her brow raising when her gaze met mine.
I shook my head, suppressing the scream burning in my lungs.
She pressed her lips to mine before twisting around, grabbing a pillow as she mounted my face in reverse. “Squeeze my ass three times when you’re done.” She leaned forward, putting the pillow between my stomach and her head. Her breasts pressed into me, her body relaxing as she settled in, the light from her phone glowing as she scrolled.
I exhaled, the rage dissolving when I nuzzled into her pussy. Her fingers reached beneath the pillow, scattering my thoughts as they caressed my sac. They wrapped around it, holding it gently, the cradle strangely calming. I smeared her over my face again, mindlessly sucking and licking, my thoughts going blank for the first time in far too long.
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