She nods her head slowly, clearing her throat and rustling the paper in her hands.
“It wasn’t a good relationship, no.”
“It doesn’t sound like he was a Master to me.” That gets her attention. “Violence and abuse shouldn’t be tolerated under any circumstance.” I move my hands to her arms, gently caressing her skin and kiss her neck. “Everything that we do, will be all be consensual. Every bit of training will be outlined for you with known consequences and rewards.” She remains silent, but her eyes are wide and focused on me.
“Is this the Master-slave relationship you’re looking for?” I ask her, looking deep into her pale blue eyes.
“Yes,” she answers quietly.
“I want to dominate you sexually, Katia, but in other ways, too. I want to be responsible for every aspect of your wellbeing. At first, during training, it will be difficult for you. I won’t lie. I want control, and I need honesty and trust in return.”
“I want to make you cry, kitten. I want to whip you. I want to comfort you after. I want to give you a heightened pleasure that devours your very being.” I kiss her gently on her lips and whisper into her ear. “I want to see my marks on your naked body. My intentions aren’t pure; I assure you that. But I will be a just Master. I will provide for you in ways you never dreamed.”
She stares at me for a moment, her breathing coming in ragged. My dick is so fucking hard just thinking about all the things I want to do to her.
I can’t take it any longer. I lean in, gripping the nape of her neck and crushing her lips to mine. She moans into my mouth, parting her lips and letting me take her. I push her down onto the bed; she gasps and her hands fly to my sides, gripping onto me as she kisses me back with the hunger I know she has for me. For this.
My other hand moves under her dress, my fingertips tracing the lines of her underwear. My dick digs into her hip. I want to take her how she needs to be fucked. But not yet. Not until she gives me what I need.
I break the kiss, breathing heavily. My dick is hard as fuck and I want to take her right now. But I need to know she wants what I want. I need to be sated. As much as I want her for the person she is, I have needs, too. And I need to know my own desires will be met. I open my eyes, and watch as the dim light reflects off the faint silver scars.
“I want to leave my mark on you. Not permanent, but weekly.” For the first time in a long time, I feel shame admitting my dark desires. She has yet to react to my needs. I need to know she truly wants this aspect of our presumed relationship. I want to whip her, to bring the blood to her skin and let the wave of endorphins give her a higher pleasure than she could attain otherwise. I need it for myself as well.
I want her senses overwhelmed. I want her consumed by what I can do to her.
“Yes, please.” She answers with a soft voice, her eyes half-lidded. “Master, please mark me.”
“I told you what I want, Katia. But what do you want from me? You want a Master, but what does that mean to you?”
“I want to feel complete. For me,” she breathes heavily, clasping her hands tightly together, “it means I want to have someone command me.” Her eyes look at me with vulnerability. “I want to satisfy your every need and desire and be good for you.” She brushes the hair out of her face. “I don’t know if that even makes sense,” she says as she shakes her head.
“It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” She flushes at my praise.
“I need you to agree to these rules. Or tell me which changes need to be made.”
The lust slowly leaves her as she lies on the bed, her eyes searching my face.
I remember Madam Lynn’s words. Give her a taste, and ease her into it. But I don’t see how it’s possible. The appeal for me is complete control in all things. I don't know how to meet her halfway.
I close my eyes, sighing heavily. I’m failing at providing a middle ground.
“This is what you described, this is what you want. All you need to do is agree,” I tell her with complete sincerity.
“What about if we meet here?” she says, and her soft voice breaks the silence. “I agree to all of your rules, I just want our time limited to within the club for now. Until I'm ready.” She swallows thickly, her eyes darting to my face and then back down to the lush comforter on the bed.
She looks guilty and uncomfortable. I touch her neck, where my collar should go. Faint marks of the collar she wore before are still there. Scars proving how it wasn’t placed there with her consent. “I still want to collar you, but I’ll take what you’re willing to give me for now.” She looks at me with surprise. I suppose she wasn't expecting that.
“I’ll show you what it means to be mine while we’re here. But I expect you to adhere to the rules when you’re away from me as well.”
“I will.”
“Katia, what does being a Master mean?” I ask her to gauge her understanding.
“It means you own a Slave,” she answers simply.
“Is that all it means?” I ask her.
She looks at me with curiosity.
“I want you to think about it.”
“I will, Master,” she answers with her forehead still pinched and her eyes narrowed as though she’s really thinking about it. I hope she is.
I grab the gift bag and pull out the pale blue box from within, setting it in her lap. “I want you to wear my chain until you’re ready for my collar.”
She opens the box slowly.
Her fingertips gently trace the thin gold chain. It’s cut with a diamond edge so that it sparkles in even the faintest of light.
I take the box from her hands, removing the chain and holding it up so she can turn for me. She lifts her hair over her shoulders and barely breathes as I lock it into place. I brush her soft skin with my fingers as I lay it against her collar.
“It’s beautiful. Thank you, Master, for such a gift.” The sight of her wearing my chain excites a dark part of me that’s difficult to tame.
“You’ll never remove this. Only to wash, and then it will be put back into place.” I have the accessory in another box in my jacket. But it will have to wait.
She answers obediently, “I promise.”
Chapter 12
Katia
TWO WEEKS BEFORE CHRISTMAS
This doesn’t feel real. I step into the rear entry of Club X, my fingers gently trailing along the beautiful chain around my neck. Each step makes me feel the lingering ache between my legs. Isaac has been thoroughly using me. And I’ve been thoroughly enjoying it.
It’s been over a week of seeing him every night, letting him take me and dominate my body, bringing me to sexual heights that I never dreamt possible. I enjoy our time together immensely, earning my pleasure, doing everything he commands so he rewards me. I live for it. I never stay here though. It’s temporary. Every day I know I will see him, and I obey him when I’m outside of the club. My fingers gently run along the thick wallpaper lining the hall to the private rooms.
I don’t want to stay here, and neither does he. But we have different reasons. He wants me all to himself 24/7. I don’t. I can’t commit to that.