I shifted on the floor when the limo made a sharp turn, watching as her foot began bobbing again. “Are you okay, Mistress?”
The bob froze, her arms crossing over her black leather corset. “Madame Lexi called earlier, asking if I would run a scene.”
The feeling I was missing something weighed heavy in my head. “Am I needed for the scene?”
She nodded slowly. “It’s a scene with another man.”
I hesitated, glancing down at the nice slacks and button up shirt she’d asked me to wear before running my fingers over the metal collar around my neck, trying to read between the lines. “I won’t fuck a man–”
“That’s not what this scene is about.” Her eyes darkened, her body tensing. “Do you trust me?”
“With all my heart.”
She shifted, inhaling before meeting my gaze. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
I smiled, surprised she was willing to admit it, my smile fading when her lips rubbed together.
“I thought I was in love before, but I was wrong. This time I’m going to be more careful. I need to know you’re the one before I let myself fall so hard again.”
“How do you know when someone’s the one?”
She paused, searching the ceiling as she contemplated. “They’ve seen the darkest parts of your soul, and they weren’t afraid to take your hand and run with you through the shadows.”
“How poetic,” I teased, hoping to see even a small curve to her lips.
They remained set, her gaze distant as it hunted mine. “I’m a domme, Cole.”
“I know.”
“Do you?”
The limo rolled to a stop, the engine cutting off before the door opened. I climbed out, glancing around the unfamiliar space. I was expecting to be at the Château, but we were at a mansion I’d never seen before. Ivy climbed the brick walls, creeping over some of the windows, a strange oversight compared to the pristine lawn and rose bushes. A man in a suit waited on the front steps, smiling as we approached. “Mistress Gemini,” he started, holding out his hand. “What a pleasure.”
“Master Aaron.” She placed her hand in his, allowing him to raise it to his lips.
“I was curious who Madame Lexi would send this time.” He glanced at me over her shoulder, his eyes assessing. “Maybe fifth time’s the charm.”
We stepped into the foyer, a crystal chandelier dangling above our heads. The walls seemed to glow a dull yellow, the tile floor almost the same color. Abstract paintings covered the walls, the random swirls of greens and blues clashing with their ornate frames.
“You read the file I assume?” he asked, gesturing for us to follow.
She nodded, her dark hair swaying down her back as she walked. “Why doesn’t he come to the Château?”
He stopped outside a red door, his hand wrapping around the handle. “His game, his rules.” He paused, forcing a half smile as he let us inside. “Good luck, Mistress Gemini.”
The air was heavy in its silence when we stepped into the room, the space empty other than a cabinet pushed up against the far wall and the man standing in the center. His head tilted as he watched us, his blond hair bright against the collar of his black shirt. “Which domme did they send me this time?” he asked, stepping towards my mistress.
She waited until he stopped several feet from where she stood, calm as she assessed him. “Mistress Gemini.”
“I’m Master William.” His attention moved to me, his gaze lingering on my collar. I raised my chin, showing off my pride. “Your personal slave, Mistress Gemini?”
“My bodyguard.”
The side of his lip curved. “Are you familiar with Omegaverse, Mistress Gemini?”
“I didn’t come here to discuss erotic fiction.”
His smile widened, his eyes glancing towards me again. “The safe word is Omega. Let’s see who admits what they are first.”
I tensed, unsure why she would need a safe word, but certain if he did anything to make her say it, I would offer no mercy no matter how many times he screamed it.
She crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes narrowing. “Strip.”
He pulled at his tie then his shirt, dropping both to the floor. He puffed out his chest, his muscles flexing, the threat clear as he watched me over her shoulder. “You’re going to have to work harder for the pants, Mistress.”
“And you’re going to have to work harder to keep me interested in this scene.”
He flashed a smile, getting to his knees and crawling towards her. “Is this what you prefer in a man?”
My nerves fired in warning the closer he came. He stopped when he reached her feet, bending lower to run his tongue from the top of her foot to her thigh. She grabbed his hair, jerking his head back. “Did I give you permission to touch me?”
He froze, his smile fading as his face hardened. “No, Mistress.” He reached forward, grabbing her leg and dragging her to the ground. She hit the floor with a thud, her hand still locked in his hair. His tongue ran over her cheek as he climbed on top of her. “Say it, Mistress. Say what you are–”
My arm choked off his words when it wrapped around his neck, my heart pounding as I dragged him off her. His fingers dug into my skin as he fought, trying to pry my arm away from his neck, but the safe word didn’t cry from his lips. I refused to release him, my rage overpowering his strength, the red blurring my vision slightly fading when I found her watching us struggle.
She stood over us, a rich flush flooding her cheeks. “Did you think my slave would allow you to treat his mistress that way?”
His resistance paused, my chokehold loosening.
“Is this real enough for you, Master William?” She bent down, her voice low with warning. “I can promise you I won’t run screaming, so I hope this is what you truly want.”
He tensed when she reached between his legs, struggling again when she unbuttoned his pants. I tightened my grip, holding him still, watching her lips curve when his cock rose towards her, giving away the game.
“Hold him down.”
He jerked out of my grasp, not making it far before I tackled him to the floor. I listened for the safe word when my knee dug into his back, his arms flailing by his sides as I tried to grab them. He muttered curses and grunts when she opened the cabinet, getting louder when the sound of her heels headed back towards us.
She bent down, grabbing his left arm while I grabbed the right, pulling with all her weight to force it behind his back. He squirmed beneath me as I held his arms, curious if he was using all his strength or just enough to convince himself he tried his hardest to escape. She buckled restraints around his wrists, moving out of the way when his hands were locked in place.
We stepped back, catching our breath while we watched him thrash around on the floor. Her hand ran through mine, her fingers trailing down my palm before falling to her side. “You can say it, Cole,” she whispered. “Say your safe word. It’s okay. You don’t have to play this game with me.”
I leaned towards her, pressing my lips to her cheek. “Never, Mistress.” I moved towards our captive, grabbing him by the hair, the sadist in me eager to see him squirm at her feet. I pulled him to his knees, dragging him to where she stood.
“Congratulations, Master William,” she started, staring down at him. “You have my full, undivided attention. Maybe nobody ever warned you to be careful what you wish for.”
His cock jumped, the truth in his struggle. “You don’t have it in you, Mistress,” he taunted. “They never do.”
She leaned down, her lips curving. “Say it, Master William,” she murmured, dragging her tongue over his cheek. “What are you?”
His arms jerked against his restraints, but the safe word didn’t cry from his lips. Her smile flashed again as she straightened, her heels echoing through the silence as she made her way to a cabinet. A ring gag dangled around her wrist when she turned back, a strap-on held tight in her hand.
He began to fight harder, trying to get to his feet, his pants slipping down his thighs with the struggle. I grabbed him when he stumbled, letting him fall far enough to feel his predicament without allowing his face to slam into the floor. Her fingers wrapped into his hair from behind, pulling his head back before forcing the gag into his mouth. His tongue danced through the o-ring as he sat back on his knees, his eyes watching while she secured her cock into it’s proper place.
She stroked over the silicone, her lips curving as he grunted indecipherable words. She subtly gestured towards his hands, hidden from her view behind his back. His fingers remained uncrossed, the non-verbal safe word unspoken, at least for the moment. I gave her a half nod, grabbing him when he began to fight as she stepped forward.
“How many women have you done this to, Master William?” she taunted, grabbing his hair roughly as she slid her cock through the ring. His head jerked as he gagged, her movement slow and deliberate. “I don’t blame you. There’s nothing quite as erotic as the sound of a man choking on my cock.”
Need flooded through me, or maybe it was jealousy, or the stirring of a sadist, or a twisted cocktail of all three. I loved her smile as she tormented him, the arousal soaking her thighs calling for my tongue. My cock pulsed as I watched him submit to her, wishing it was me in his place, his body shaking as he accepted his fate. It was a struggle I would never understand, my own desire to submit never bringing with it doubt about my masculinity. I knew who I was, what I wanted, and that I would be her strength because she was my soul.
She tightened her grasp in his hair, her strokes getting rougher. Drool dripped from his mouth as his cock dripped over the floor. I relaxed my hold on him but never broke contact. He continued to test, brief moments of fight to make sure I was still there forcing his compliance. His fingers curled and balled into fists, careful to never cross.
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