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“Maybe that’s how I can help,” the beast said. “I have an offer for you.”
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My nerves were all over the place, but still I fucking followed him. Right through the club I followed him, right over to the bar and right into the flustered gaze of Sophie Harding.
“Callum is coming with me awhile.” Masque had that tone again. The don’t fuck with me tone.
Sophie looked up at him, and her eyes were like Cat’s, full of adoration. “He is?”
“Yes. He is.”
Her eyes darted to me and I didn’t know where to put myself. I looked at the floor until I felt her attention leave me, turning back to the man at my side.
“And me?” Sophie asked. “Can I come?”
“No,” he said simply. I could’ve fucking died. “You’ll stay here, won’t she, Callum?”
I found the words but they felt hollow. “Yeah, stay here.”
She didn’t argue, but her face was white, panicked like. I wanted to say something, tell her it’d be alright, but Masque was already leaving. I shrugged and followed, where to I didn’t fucking know, but I followed anyway. He led me down a packed out corridor. People were watching through windows, jerking off to the sight of hot, naked bodies. I kept my attention ahead, watching only Masque’s muscled back as the onlookers parted for him. He opened a door at the far end, one of the rooms with no windows.
Cat was waiting there. She was standing in the centre of the room, still naked, eyes on the floor with her head bowed. She didn’t acknowledge our presence, made no move at all. My stomach flipped, heart in my fucking throat.
“This is no place for Missy,” Masque said. “She’s your submissive in this place, and a submissive has no business being involved in what’s about to occur here.”
“What’s that?” I said. “What we doing here?”
He smiled, and patted me on the shoulder. “Call this a helping hand. If you want it, that is?”
“A helping hand?”
“I want to show you the ropes. I think it should help.”
“With Cat?!” I asked, eyes wide as fucking saucers.
“This isn’t sex, Callum. I’m not that presumptuous, nor that generous.” His mouth twitched into a grin. “BDSM is a complex interplay of dynamics. The way you read your submissive is critical. She needs to feel dominated, but she also needs to feel safe, secure in submitting her will to yours. A dominant’s role may seem all about their own pleasure, but it’s far from it. While you are in play your attention should be entirely on your sub, how she’s reacting, how close she is to her limits. Becoming a skilled master can take years of practice, I just want to help you along the way.”
“Why’s that?” I said, curious. “Why d’you wanna help me?”
“I like Missy,” he said. “She’s a good girl. And I like you, Callum. I see a bit of myself in you. Untamed potential is the fuel for the flame, my friend. I’m just here to help you harness it. Point you in the right direction. Is that acceptable to you?”
I looked at Cat, at the way she was so still. Waiting on his command, listening to every word he said.
“Aye, that’s what I want. I wanna do what you do.”
He clapped his hands. “Excellent. Over the bench, Cat, hands flat.”
The bench in the room was padded, bright red leather on black wood. It looked the fucking part. Cat folded herself onto it without a sound, hands flat to the leather and arse in the fucking air. She shifted her legs apart, no prompting necessary. Masque took position at her side, smoothed his hands over the soft skin of her butt cheeks.
“A submissive’s ass is a fine canvas for pain, Callum. It blooms slowly, eases quickly. Well, sometimes eases quickly,” he smiled. He reached down to Cat’s knees, marking a line with his finger just above the fold. “Here upwards is safe territory.” He stroked his way up her legs, and over her arse, until it dipped down into the curve of her spine. He made another line at the dip of her hips. “Safe until here. The lower back is off limits, unless you know exactly where you’re hitting. It’s too dangerous, you can hit the wrong spot and fuck up someone’s kidneys. Bottom of the ribs is painful but generally safe for whips, and the chest and shoulders make excellent targets for floggers. It goes without saying to be careful of the neck and face, arms too.”
“Aye,” I said. “No kidneys, no knees, no neck.”
“That’s about it,” he agreed. “I’m not going to teach you to suck eggs, I’m sure you’re perfectly capable of reading a woman’s arousal. You’ll know when she’s hot enough to play.”
He pulled Cat’s ass cheeks apart, and groaned as he saw how wet she was. “I think you have a fan,” he laughed. “I think my dirty little Cat is enjoying this.” She shuffled in his grip, breath speeding up. “You want Callum to hurt you, don’t you, Cat?”
She nodded, groaning.
