“We should probably do some talking,” Fletcher said, keeping his tone friendly. “So, tell me about yourself, Mallory Blackstone.”
Mallory paused mid step for a fraction of a second as she tried to come up with something of interest about herself to share. “Umm, well, I’m not sure what you want to know. I’ve been struggling to be an artist since losing my husband two years ago and my mom a few months back. I came to Rawhide to fulfill a promise to my mom but stayed because I love it here. I’m still learning about BDSM and being a submissive but have also been able to get back in touch with my creativity and began drawing again.”
She wasn’t sure what else she could tell him since they’d just talked about most of this during lunch.
“Why don’t you want me as your Dom?” he asked quietly.
Taking a deep breath, she released it slowly before answering honestly. “I’ve never had good luck with dating men my age or younger in the past. My husband was twelve years older than I am.”
“How old do you think I am?”
Mallory stopped and looked at him, really looked at him for a moment before answering. “Early to mid-thirties. And since I’m turning fifty tomorrow, I just don’t think it would work out between us.”
She frowned when Fletcher began to laugh, though he had a great laugh. The sound sent warm shivers through her that gathered in her pussy and caused her nipples to bead and press against her bra.
“Thank you, bunny, but I celebrated my fortieth birthday a few weeks ago. A ten-year age difference isn’t so bad, is it?”
Mallory looked away and shrugged. “I guess not.”
“And I’d would never have guessed your age. I figured you to be in your mid-to-late thirties, which is why I didn’t understand the problem. I am a well-qualified and well-trained Dominant and would be honored if you would agree to be my rope bunny and submissive during my stay.”
Mallory looked at the barn where Reese kept her zoo and was disappointed to see the barn doors closed and the open/closed sign turned to show the zoo was closed for the day. They must be out running errands or something.
“Looks like we’re out of luck,” she said, waving a hand toward the barn. “The zoo’s closed.”
She still wasn’t sure if what Master Derek had proposed was a good idea, but if Fletcher was willing to take a chance on her, maybe she should agree, if only for the experience.
“Can we go talk to Derek in his office?” she asked as they turned back the way they’d come.
“I think that’s a great idea,” Fletcher said as he took her hand in his and headed toward the main building.
Fletcher listened as Mallory tried one last argument as to why they shouldn’t be matched up. “He’s looking for an experienced subbie and I’m hesitant to be with a younger Dom. I just don’t think we’d be compatible in the long run.”
Derek allowed her to speak and looked thoughtful for a moment. Finally, he said, “How about a compromise? Spend three days together. Do at least one scene each day to give Mallory some experience and allow you to flex your bondage Master muscles. I also ask that she be allowed two hours each day for her artwork. I don’t want her to falter now that she’s drawing again,” Derek said in his office twenty minutes later.
Fletcher looked at Mallory who met his gaze for a few seconds before dropping hers to her lap. “Mallory? What do you say? Can you submit to me for the next three days?”
Mallory nodded without looking up. “Three days is doable, Sir. What happens after three days?”
Master Derek answered her. “We’ll meet again to reassess. The question for you, Fletcher, is do you wish for her to be with you twenty-four/seven, or just for scenes?”
Fletcher let his gaze sweep over Mallory, and his cock, which had been half-hard since that morning when he’d held her in his arms, twitched with interest. He mentally imagined her wrapped in his ropes while he fucked her, or kneeling before him while he fed her his cock. “Twenty-four/seven, if Mallory is agreeable.”
Mallory’s gaze rose to meet his as she pulled in a sudden breath. She released it in a whoosh a moment later. “I can agree to that, Sir.”
“What’s your safe word?” Fletcher asked before they could go over anything else.
“Pickles or red, Sir.”
He nodded, staring deep into her beautiful eyes. “Very good. I understand you have a shift in the Dungeon tonight?”
“No, she doesn’t. I’ve taken her off the schedule for the rest of the week,” Derek broke in.
“Then how about we start right now?” Fletcher said, trying not to sound too excited to begin dominating this lovely woman.
She shrugged. “I’ll leave that up to you, Sir.”
“Then we start now. Derek, could you email me Mallory’s interests and limits lists.”
