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Rae sank back into the couch, still confused.
“How did you get into it?”
Viv smiled a little. “I was young, like you, and desperate.” A heaviness entered her eyes as she examined Rae’s face. “My home life was ... rough. I left home at sixteen and ended up getting into some bad things. And then I got into prostitution to pay for those bad things. It was dangerous work, and I got hurt a lot doing it, but I didn’t know how to stop.”
Viv exhaled as she closed her eyes. When she opened them again, Rae saw tears.
“It was the most difficult time in my life, until I met Frederick. He was a john—a customer—but he wasn’t like anyone I’d had sex with before. For one, he didn’t want sex. He wanted pain. And he wanted to help me get sober and off the streets because he saw something in me.” Viv’s expression turned reflective and faraway. “He paid for my rehab to get clean, and then he taught me how to safely cause him pain, which I did until he died eight years ago from pancreatic cancer. We were in what’s called a 24/7 Dominant/sub relationship, and we loved each other completely. I don’t think I’ll ever know that kind of love again. Before he died, he gave me this.” She caressed her vintage silver watch. “Said it’ll remind me of his heart beating love for me.”
Rae didn’t know what to say, so she said, “I’m sorry.”
Viv took Rae’s hand, her palm so warm it felt like she was holding a flame. “Fred once said one person’s pleasure is another person’s power. And that’s what he gave me—power. I was lost for so long, and he showed me how dominating someone was more than using a crop or tying someone up. It was about respect and honoring boundaries, things I didn’t have much experience with until him. And he helped me shadow under a professional dominatrix, which was vital for my education.”
“So, you like it?”
Viv smiled. “Yes. I love it. I look at myself as more of a therapist helping my clients through emotional roadblocks so they can live their best lives.”
This fascinated Rae—the idea of finding empowerment through inflicting pain. She wondered if it was the same for the person on the receiving end.
“Would you ... would you do it to me?” Rae said, her voice barely above a whisper, she was so nervous about the answer.
Viv’s face lit up. “If that’s truly what you want, I will. But I would need to know a few things first.”
She asked Rae what she wanted to feel from the experience, what parts of her body made her feel sexy, what parts of her body she felt protective of, and a slew of other questions Rae would never think of being asked. After contemplating it for a few moments, she tried her best to respond, but some answers eluded her.
“I don’t feel sexy at all, I guess. I’ve never thought about it.”
“Well, Rae, I might be able to help you learn those things about yourself, but it will mean you being honest with me. I won’t work with someone who’s not committed to telling me exactly what they do or don’t like. This is about you having control. I can help you discover things you might enjoy, but you must be vocal if you don’t like something. Do you understand?”
There was a slight command to Viv’s voice now, which elicited excitement in Rae.
“Yes, I understand,” Rae said. “I would like to try it now.”
“Okay.” Viv stood up, her face stern yet kind at the same time. “Stand up and turn around.”
Rae hesitated, but she complied.
“Take off your jeans, but keep your underwear on.”
She did as she was told, and goose bumps rose all over her flesh.
“Now bend over the side of the couch with your hands clasped above your head.”
Rae paused, worried about pressing her abdomen too hard and hurting the fetus growing in her. “Can I use a throw pillow?”
“Yes. But address me as Mistress. It’s a sign of respect.”
Rae positioned the pillow on the edge of the couch and leaned over, hands clasped and pressed into the cushion above her.
“I’m going to use my hand,” Viv said. “I’m not going to hold back, but I want you to tell me if it’s too much, okay?”
“Yes . . . Mistress.”
The room was dead silent until Viv’s hand met Rae’s ass, the sound of the impact vibrating her body. Viv’s hand made contact again. She had never been spanked before, never by her parents, but she had been hit more times than she could count when she was with Clint. And the other men ... everything they did.
She started shaking all over, her body ice cold.
“How did that feel, Rae?”
