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“We’ve crossed so many lines,” he says.“But seeing you on your knees…”
I put on my top and glide my shorts up, lifting my hips.
“I need this,” I tell him, and he turns to face me.
“I believe you,” he says.“And I need this too.”
I smile.“Well, then…”
He turns.“There are rules if you want to be my submissive.”
“I don’t mind rules,” I reply.
“Your safe word, for starters.If at any time you can’t handle things, you must use that.”
“Agreed.What else?”
“No one can know about this.”
“Done.Next?”
“I need to know your limits, what you feel comfortable with, and what is a no-go zone.”
“No-go zone?”I ask, quirking my brow.
“For example, a butt plug,” he says, and I laugh, his eyes narrowing on me.
“But I’ve never had… you know,” I say sheepishly.
“You will learn to love anal play.”
I blush.
“That’s enough for tonight.I will email you a list of things I want you to answer honestly,” he says.
“Yes, Sir,” I reply, noticing the glint in his eyes.
“You may call me Sir or Master when we play.And I will only call you kitten when I want to play.Do you understand?”he asks as I rise to my feet.
He towers over me and plants a long, searing kiss on my lips.Just when I think he wants me again, he pulls back.
“Goodnight, Victoria.”
* * *
The act of showering felt like a blur, and getting dressed was an automatic process.I barely slept for about three hours, leaving me groggy and disoriented, going through my morning routine.
Eventually, I make my way to the studio, my mind still struggling to fully wake up and gain some kind of attention from Kingsley.
However, there is a noticeable difference in his demeanor compared to the previous night.The confident and dominant presence that I have been so in tune with my desires seems to have faded away.In its place is a more detached and professional version of him.Now, it feels like he isn’t paying me any attention, and I’m growing more frustrated as the morning goes on, seeing him so distant.
I sit perched on a stool, headphones enveloping my ears as I sing into the microphone.The lyrics flow from my lips, but again, today, my concentration is shattered.Kingsley’s distant demeanor occupies my thoughts, distracting me from the music I’m meant to be creating.
The lyrics I sang lost meaning as my mind replayed our interactions, his shift from the passionate, dominant lover to the composed bodyguard.
Singing the final note, I hang up my headphones, and Gene speaks, “Time to refuel, ladies,” he announces, signaling our lunch break.
As I mingle with the group over lunch, my eyes keep straying to Kingsley, who stands conspicuously apart from us.The fact that he chooses not to join us today irks me.
