Page 11 of Sating the Satyr

“So, care to share how your sessions with Mistress Jade are going?” He inquires but keeps his eyes on the road.

“They have been-”

“And more than just enlightening, Fylis.” I huff in annoyance.

“Fine. I’ve been really enjoying them. It’s hard to give up control, as you may know,” he chuckles, but I ignore it, “but Jade makes it worth it. She’s magical, honestly. Her touch is…” I cut myself off to shove down the feelings. I’m not ready to face those yet, especially not with Burgess.

He glances at me again, and I know he wants even more sordid details. The need to talk about it bubbles in my chest, and I can’t help but spill.

“We’ve touched on sensory play, spanking, and edging. That’s all you get.” Burgess gives me a questioning look again.

“What more could you possibly want?!” I shout while stifling a laugh. We pull into the restaurant lot, so our conversation comes to an abrupt pause. Once we’ve been seated, Burgess is already back interrogating me.

“So, Jade. She’s pretty great, huh? I’m glad the club paired you with her.” He pauses briefly, a devious look in his eye. “And her body in that tight little latex suit…”

In a state of distraction, my body reacts before I do. Cock jumping in my fur and a moan escaping my lips. His eyes widen as his meaty hand claps over his mouth.

“Now you’ve done it. This is highly inappropriate. Our poor waitress,” I rant, but he doesn’t listen, only chuckles like a little boy. This is why I don’t open up to trolls.

Chapter 12

Jade

I arrive at The Whip’s End around six pm for a quick session before preparing my own room for Fylis. Cracking my neck, I walk down the dim hall towards where I’m going, passing my own room on the way. Dressed in my regular clothes, not to disguise myself, but to shed my domme persona. Right now, I’m a client. I used to attend regular sessions before I was assigned my own room, but my mentor felt I had nothing further to work on. Having my own niche and not expanding beyond that. But today I need it. My feelings, my anxiety, were running rampant the past week.

Knocking on the large black door three times, I wait for approval to enter. The lock snicks, and the door slowly opens to a room lit with red lighting. Stepping inside, I remove my shoes, neatly tucking them against the wall with my bag. Locating the plush black rug, I move towards the center, then sit on my knees, my palms neatly placed upon each thigh as I await a command.

Smoke billows from a dark corner as orange eyes illuminate his features. He watches me for a moment before standing, the sound of his tail dragging slowly across the tile as he approaches. Stepping into the dim lighting, his body takes form. Wings tucked neatly behind his back, golden scales glisten, making light reflect and dance around the room. A pointed claw gently tips my chin up towards his impressive height.

“It’s good to see you again, Jade.” His voice caresses me like a heavy blanket. I sigh in relief, my body giving in to the session.

“It’s good to see you as well, Master.”

He gets down on a thick knee before me, his hum of approval bounces off my skin, making it vibrate.

“I know you booked a session, but I can tell you’re here for another reason. Come, sit with me.” He gently hauls me up off the floor, taking my delicate hand in his, and guides us over to a large upholstered bench. His body far too large for a regular couch. “Tell me what troubles you.”

He gently strokes my hair as I gather my thoughts. It’s comforting, but I can’t help but picture someone else in his place.

“A client…” I start, and he freezes. A low growl fills the room.

“Did someone hurt you?” Smoke fills the space around us, and I can’t help but bat it away with a smirk. Drogo is very protective, but not in a romantic way.

“No, you grumpy dragon, listen!” I chide playfully, and he returns to stroking my hair. “I have feelings for a client.”

He sits quietly, waiting for more details this time.

“He is new and has a lot of things he’s working through, but I fear I’ve made it-” I struggle with the right word. What have I made this? Besides a problem.

“Personal?” Drogo fills in the blanks as if I’m a walking Mad Lib.

I nod, not wanting to say it aloud. He moves from his spot beside me, dragging a stool to sit in front of me now.

“Hmmm, that is a predicament. I’ve noticed you also unloaded some clients. Is this for the same reason?”

Is it? While I had one or two clients fall off my schedule, I did move a few over to another domme. I told myself she was better equipped to handle them, but in all honesty, they fell within my niche. Drogo nods as if he can hear my thoughts.

“Is he a client or a project?” His words sting, but he’s right. Fylis is more of a project. His own struggles hit close to home. I want to fix beyond all of this. The stool screeches across the floor as Drogo stands, pulling me up with him. Walking me over to the large standing mirror, he places me in front of it, my reflection staring back at me. His claws wrap carefully around my shoulders from behind me, his scaly maw against my ear.