Who the fuck was the wide-eyed little blonde mouse standing in front of me? Whoever she was, she wasn’t Vivian.
My sub was feisty and petite, a short-haired Italian with a penchant for sassiness and the color red. Whereas this blonde girl was tall, even without the icepick heels she currently wore, and curvy. Whenever I got hold of Vivian, she would pay dearly for whatever game she was now playing.
Perhaps Jimmy had made a mistake and brought the girl to the wrong room, but not once in all the years I’d been a member of Expose had Jimmy ever made a mistake so grave.
Calling him to escort the mouse from my room would be the smart thing to do— the responsible thing to do— but the thought of flogging her shapely legs until she begged me to stop meant my dick was soon in charge. The mouse cleared her throat and tilted her chin as if to say pay some attention to me. That one gesture showed me that beneath the sweet “butter wouldn’t melt” cherub face was someone who didn’t back down easily.
Interesting.
Annoyance at Vivian’s non-arrival still rankled, but the evening still held promise and I wouldn’t let it go to waste. Perhaps the mouse was the challenge I’d been looking for. I grinned and considered the possibilities her unexpected appearance could bring, and my cock lurched in response to the lustful thoughts floating around my head.
“You should already know when you walk into a Master’s room, you undress and assume the required position,” I said, keeping my voice low and even. “And you should also know to address me as Master or Sir.”
“Master what?” she asked.
“I don’t recall giving you permission to talk, sub.”
The mouse nibbled on her lower lip, and her eyes darted around the room. That response alone told me she’d never been alone with a Dom before.
I was intrigued and also curious about how far I could push her before she scampered away. I knew nothing about this girl. Not her limits. Not her preferences. Not her name. Hell, I didn’t even know if she was a sub. But that wouldn’t stop me from toying with her. Nothing would happen between us, though. Some wet-behind-the-ears novice wasn’t my style.
She eyed me nervously and fidgeted with her hair, then her fingers, and then her hair again. Her sweet naivety called to me but then a face I’d done my best to forget pushed its way to the forefront of my thoughts. A sourness filled my mouth, and I tipped my head back to swallow down the all too familiar taste.
Had one of my competitors sent the mouse here? It wouldn’t be the first fucking time. If I asked her straight out, she wasn’t likely to spill her guts and tell me the truth. So, for now, I would give her the benefit of the doubt, but if she was sent here to worm her way into my affections, it was a trick I wouldn’t fall for again. Once bitten, twice shy.
I decided to just play along with whatever game Vivian had set up for me.
“Your lateness means one punishment.”
She sucked in a shocked breath.
“Punishment? Seriously?”
There was a rasp in her voice that accentuated her go-fuck-yourself attitude. I liked the mouse, and that wasn’t a good thing.
“I haven’t finished talking, sub.” I stalked toward her like a predator focused on its prey. My position was intimidating, but it was supposed to be. “You’re still wearing clothes. That’s two punishments, and since you still haven’t assumed the position, that’s three punishments. You failed to address me correctly, so I make that four punishments. You’re in my room, therefore, you’ve agreed to be under my control. My room, my rules. But you can leave anytime you want. I can call Jimmy to escort you out.”
She bit her lip and shook her head, but I didn’t miss the way every muscle in her body clenched. I’m sure her pussy was clenching for me too.
“As punishment, I can spank, paddle or flog your ass. Usually, I wouldn’t give you a choice, but because it’s Christmas, I’m feeling generous.”
Her eyes flashed, and I saw interest mixed with a hint of fear. It seemed she desired to have her backside reddened. She was a sub all right. An inexperienced sub but a sub nonetheless. Perhaps I’d been premature in thinking nothing would happen between us.
I reached out a finger and stroked it down her cheek. She didn’t flinch or pull away, but the muscles in her jaw tightened. The light in the room was too dull for me to see how much her skin flushed at my touch, but a distinct blush spread across her chest.
I trailed my fingertip down the velvety skin on her throat and zig-zagged it over her décolleté, but before I reached the swell of her breasts, I lifted my finger away, and I could have sworn I heard a small sigh of disappointment.
Guilt whispered in my ear, and I frowned. Part of me wanted to order the mouse out of my room and then call Vivian to demand an explanation, but the protective part of me wanted to hold the mouse in my arms and reassure her she was safe with me.
But was she really? The way my cock pulsed with every heartbeat, I wasn’t so sure.
I wouldn’t have sex with her, not without a contract in place. My self-imposed rules weren’t something I would break. Not now. Not ever. The one time I did ended in humiliation and heartbreak. It was a hard-learned lesson one I wasn’t in a hurry to repeat.
“You’re aware of what it means to be a sub, aren’t you?”
Her gaze dropped, and in a whisper, she said, “Yes, Master.”
“Look at me.”
She obeyed and lifted her face.
I studied her body language and the war raging inside of her. Her hands were clamped in front of her stomach, and her eyes glittered with desire, and the fact she hadn’t run away with her tail between her legs showed me she was as curious about me as I was her. When was the last time I’d felt so captivated? So roused?
I strode around her body, and as much as my fingers tingled with the need to touch her, I resisted.
Her lush figure held lots of promise. A cinched waist gave way to flared hips and an ass that begged for a thrashing. When I came around to the front of her body, I met her eyes. She swallowed hard, and the pulse in her neck fluttered, but she didn’t break eye contact. I tilted my head in thought and wondered what her eyes would look like glazed over with passion. The kind of passion she’d never experienced before.
“What brings you to the party?”
“I had an invitation, Master.”
Flushing, she finally broke eye contact.
“I see. And what brought you to my room?”
The corners of her lips lifted into a small smile. “I wouldn’t call Jimmy a ‘what.’ A Rottweiler in a tux maybe…”
Her words trailed off, but her smile stayed in place.
Fuck. She had a wicked sense of humor. One of my few weaknesses.
“Jimmy would be flattered at your description.” I rocked back on my heels and considered what I would and wouldn’t do. “Your ass is made for spanking, your tits for binding, and your hands for cuffing. I’m not sure which one I’d prefer. Which do you prefer?”
“I— I don’t—”
“Don’t be so shy. You must know what you prefer and what you don’t.”
“I guess I’m still not sure what I want. Can you teach me?”
“Are you ready?”
The way her eyes flashed before she looked down at the floor answered my question before her words did. She was ready for her punishment. And she was going to like it.