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“You could have had many nights in your club. The way you looked at me sometimes was enough to send me over the edge.”
Mitch was only spinning half a tale. For weeks, she had performed under Candace’s gaze, aware that the woman practiced the kind of self-restraint that made monks weep.She wants me like the rake needs the fields.Harsh, impulsive, and full of strength. There was nothing gentle about Candace Lister, nor was her “love” anything more than the extension of a narcissistic miasma that poisoned the soul. Yet Mitch admitted there was something attractive about that. Vanessa would be the first to warn her that she was too drawn to aggressive Dommes who might not know when to stop.It’s why I love Vanessa so much.She was the brutish side of lovemaking without ever losing her humanity. Or Mitch’s, for that matter.
Candace barely knew what humanity was.
“Why are you really here?” She steepled her fingers before her lined face. “You must know that I’m not interested in a partner… least of all one who belongs to another.”
“Vanessa is…”
“Yes, Vanessa. The woman who pulls your strings from the shadows. I’ve always wondered, Michelle, how much of your performance is really you? How much is her? Where does the submissive end and the Mistress begin?”
For anyone else in the kink scene, Mitch would provide a very different answer. For Candace? Only what she wanted to hear. “The thread between us grows weaker every day. I’ve known it for a long time.” A dramatic sigh pushed up Mitch’s chest, her breasts somehow straining against her flowy camisole tucked into her trousers. Candace did not respectfully look away. “I didn’t even realize how much I’ve outgrown her until recently… when I realized how badly I need a Mistress who can take me places she can’t.”
Candace dropped the pen she had been playing with while Mitch spoke. “Is that so?”
“I don’t suppose you, with your vast network of qualified Dommes, know someone who can fill this intense void inside of me? Anyone at all? Preferably someone… looking for the perfect lifestyle sub?”
Candace’s smirk said more than her mere words. “I know someone with the power you desire… but she’s not looking.”
“Why not?”
“Because she prefers to be alone.”
The jacket fell off Mitch’s shoulders the moment she stood from the loveseat. She tossed the useless fabric against the window and purposely approached the desk, every muscle in her body exuding the feminine, sexual confidence she didn’t know she possessed until she met Vanessa Richards, the woman who brought this out of her.
She did this for Vanessa. That had been true since the beginning.
“Why?” Mitch’s fingers were precariously close to Candace’s as they both braced against the desk. She lowered her lips toward the hairline that smelled of expensive French perfume. “Why do you insist on being alone? Aren’t you… lonely?”
Candace picked up her pen again. “Of course I’m lonely,” she whispered. “I’m human, aren’t I?” She pressed the tip of her pen upon the camisole neckline. Candace had plenty of give to peer down Mitch’s cleavage, and she did so, memorizing every freckle and shadow. When she was satisfied, she pulled the pen away. “Unlike you, though, I don’t pursue relationships I’m not sure will be forever. Like most intentional submissive women, you are needy and follow the scent of whatever woman will give you what you wantright now.I don’t have time for that. I find it much easier to indulge myself with women I know won’t want me for more than a week. If that.”
“Is that so?”
“You coming in here, offering yourself on a platter isn’t going to get you what you want. Because as I’ve told you before, I only want perfect submission and obedience. I don’t just want a woman I can train to my every whim. Sex for its own reward is waste. Watching you prance around with other people, letting them touch you and be with you so intimately, is not something I would stand for in my relationship. Maybe Vanessa doesn’t mind sharing her spoils, but I am not the same. Any woman I call mine would barely be seen by the rest of the world.”
“Like a pretty canary locked in a gilded cage.”
Candace chuckled. “Are you saying that appeals to you?”
“I like being a kept pet. You know this.”
“You’re the cat in heat that’s let out to yowl all night long. You drive the neighbors insane and come home after every tom cat has had their way with you. Why would I believe you when you say you’d want anything different? I’ve seen you enough by now to know that your enjoyment is genuine.”
“With Ms. Richards, that might have been true.” Mitch climbed on top of the desk, careful not to knock over Candace’s things.I’ll show her how delicate I am.How limber, how shrewd, how perfect. “But I’m tired of the world thinking I’m its plaything. I think it’s time I find someone who wants to own every inch of my body. Inside and out.”
She said the magic word. All Mitch had to do now was seal the deal.
“I want you, Ms. Lister. I want you to be the one to own me.”
Candace’s crystal clear eyes had seen hundreds of atrocities, but they only saw Mitch now. She may have been her own kind of atrocity, but she was also a woman throwing herself at Candace in the only way she might accept. While Mitch’s exhibitionism and Vanessa’s love of sharing her partner in the appropriate setting was a mark against her, it was also the perfect way of catching this woman’s attention. She had seen what Mitch could do in the right scene. She had already witnessed the raw talent that had been whittled into pure power under another woman’s hand. “Michelle” was an out-of-the-box submissive for Candace to continue to mold to her standard, but most of the work had been done. Seeds had been planted.
“Under your tutelage,” Mitch whispered, “I could please you like you’ve never known.”
Candace rose from her seat. She did not touch Mitch, nor did she acknowledge the small woman kneeling on the desk. Instead, she locked her study door.
If you weren’t the menace I know you are…Mitch slumped against the desk, feet dangling toward the floor.I might actually want you.
“You play a dangerous game with me, Michelle.” Those tepid footsteps brought Candace back to Mitch, but she kept her hands behind her back. “You don’t even know who I am.”
