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“What is it you want?” I asked cautiously.
“To scene with you.” His words were quickly spoken, no thought needed. He was resolute in the decision, and I could read it clear as day on his face.
“I have three submissives as it is.”
“Is that a no, then?” I wasn’t used to his clear cut communication. There was no pandering, no light flirtation or bumbling under the thought of my dominance. No, this man knew exactly who he was and what he wanted.
“No, it’s not,” I answered.
“Then it’s a possibility I would like to discuss.”
“What makes you think you can handle me?” I asked, leaning forward against the table and mirroring his position. I wanted to stand up, to tower over him and gain the upper hand. That wasn’t even the truth. The truth was that I wanted him on his knees in front of me. But I wasnotabout to show him that card. Not yet.
“I think you’re mistaken, Lady Luxe,” he said with an arrogant twitch of his lips.
“And how’s that exactly, Septus?” I fell into the names, into the heady space where dominance met submission.
“You seem to think this is a matter of me handling you, when in reality, the question is whether or not you’re ready to scene with a submissive likeme.” His eyes never left mine for a second. He was playing with me, toying with my dominance like a cat with a mouse.
“You’re playing with fire, Septus.” The words were a warning as they fell from my lips. Though, I was unsure if I wanted him to heed the warning, or to disregard it and tumble into whatever this was between us.
“I’m not afraid to get burned.”
CHAPTER7
“I’m notafraid to get burned.”
Thatcher’s words flared in my mind, playing over and over on a loop as I prepared for the scene we had planned. Our conversation three nights ago had quickly turned into negotiations. His limits list surprised me; it seemed he was as adventurous as he was bold.
After looking through his limits list at length and discussing his goals for the scene, I had found the perfect option.
“I’m not afraid to get burned.”
Those words had provided the perfect inspiration for a scene. I fixed my hair for probably the tenth time as I looked over my form in the mirror. Haven was busy tonight; you could hear the crowd from clear down the hall in the bathroom where I stood, muffled through the doors and by the distance. Good. I wanted a crowd. I wanted to feed off of their energy and let it consume me.
Walking out of the bathroom, I ran smack into Thatcher’s strong chest, the collision forcing a gasp from my lungs.
“Septus,” I greeted, taking a step back. His demeanor had changed from the confident, almost arrogant attitude he had previously displayed at every meeting. No, this time he looked at me with an assured calmness that resonated inside of me.
“Lady Luxe,” he said with a slight nod of his head.
“Are you ready for this evening? We have about twenty minutes before our scene begins.”
“I am ready, Lady Luxe,” he answered confidently, but gone was all his earlier smugness.
“Is there anything we need to go over before tonight’s scene?”
“No, Ma’am,” he answered after a moment’s pause for thought. I appreciated that. Some submissives would answer quickly, without thinking, but Septus took the time to think it over. It fueled my confidence that tonight’s events would go smoothly.
“You remember your safewords?” I asked, mentally ticking off my checklist. It was always a little nerve-racking to scene with a new partner. There were always things that could go wrong, and with a new partner, there was the added risk of not knowing one another in the scene. It was better to take a moment to review; to ensure a positive experience.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he answered. There was something about the way he called me Ma’am. It wasn’t a name I was used to hearing, but from him, I didn’t mind it one bit.
“Take some time to get your head in the right space. I will see you out there.” I reached out, giving his arm a gentle squeeze, as I did with my submissives before any scene. His muscles rippled under my touch and I found myself yearning to touch him more. I shook the thought from my head. There would be plenty more where that came from soon enough. Readjusting my bag on my shoulder, I made my way out to the main room of Haven to set up.
Setup went quickly, the space already clean and ready to go. It didn’t hurt that I was meticulous in my preparations, arriving with a kink bag already organized and ready. I glanced at the clock. Ten minutes to go.
“Lady Luxe!” Bex called, drawing my attention to her petite form where she stood beside her husband, Daniel.
