submission, like all doms, but it’s more than that with Masque. He needs you to break, that’s what gets him off. Could you break for him? Would you cry? Beg him to stop? Let him lick your tears? Would you fall apart enough to sob in his arms like a broken little doll?”
I felt my heartbeat between my thighs. “I don’t cry...”
“He’d make you cry, Lyds, trust me.”
“Maybe that’s what I need,” I spoke aloud.
“Or maybe Explicit has sent you round the twist.”
“I need to find out.”
“Don’t do this!” she said. “Don’t put me in this position.”
“Please, Bex. Just give me a chance!” I yanked the arm of her chair until she was facing me, forcing her to meet my eyes. “Just one chance. If I get hurt, it’s my own fault.”
“You will get hurt. It would be irresponsible and downright fucking stupid.” She crossed her arms, resolute.
I paced away from her, Masque’s image burning at the corner of my vision. “You took these, right?”
She raised an eyebrow. “Yes. Why?”
“So, you must know him pretty well, yes?”
She paused awhile, eyeing me suspiciously. “Yes, I know him well. He’s the only dom to ever leave me with scars. I’ll show you them, if you like.”
“He’s hit you?”
She rolled her eyes. “Yes, he’s hit me. Hard. I’ve subbed for him a few times, when the mood takes me. Occasionally, I’ll add, it’s very occasional.”
“So, you’d know if I could cope with him, right?”
“Just where the fuck are you going with this?”
She knew damn well where this was going; I could see the spark in her eyes. “We have a month, yes? Until you can take me as a guest again, I mean.”
“Yes...”
“So, use it! Test me! Train me or something, whatever you call it. If I can convince you in one month that I’ve got what it takes to cope, then take me back to Explicit. If not, then I’ll forget all about him and never mention him again. I promise.”
A sly grin crept across her lips. “Are you propositioning me, Cat?”
I’m sure I was the colour of beetroot but I kept going. “I want to prove I can cope. Please, Bex.”
She stood up from her chair, closing the distance between us. My heart raced so hard I could have sworn she could hear it. “It’s Raven. Have you ever been with a girl, Lydia?”
I shook my head. “Not yet.”
“Good answer,” she smiled. “On your knees.”
“Now?”
She took my chin in her hand, gripped me rough. This wasn’t the Rebecca I knew, but it wouldn’t be, because this wasn’t Rebecca at all. This was Raven. Mistress Raven.
“Don’t ever question me again. I speak, you obey.”
I dropped to my knees without hesitation. “Sorry, Raven.”
“Mistress,” she hissed. “You’ll call me Mistress.”
“Sorry, Mistress.” My pulse raced like a jackhammer, nerves on fire.
She hitched her skirt, bunching it high around her waist to reveal just a tiny pair of lace panties. She swept the hair back from my face, holding a hand possessively against my scalp. “You’re going to eat my pussy now, Cat, and if you want any fucking chance of this plan of yours working out, I’d better believe you’re fucking hungry for it.” She spread her legs, and yanked my head towards her. I breathed her in, a musky smell of sex so familiar and yet so alien. “Pull my panties to the side.”
I did as she asked. Her mound was smooth against my fingers. “Do you want this, Cat?”
My throat made a strange moan as I answered. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Good girl. Now lick my fucking pussy.”
I licked her fucking pussy.
***
I braced myself as I took a seat, tender flesh keen to remind me of Raven’s paddle. She’d hit me good. She’d hit me hard. And I’d loved every single minute of it. I brushed my fingers across my nostrils. I could still smell her. I smiled to myself.
“You seem happy today, Cat’s eyes,” James said, handing me the itinerary ahead of Thursday’s meeting. “If you can think of anything to add, now’s the time to say.”
I scanned through it, leaning back into the leather chair I’d been spending more and more time in of late. “Looks good to me.”
“Fine. I think it’s all there from our end, I’ll send it over to Trevor White for his final approval.”
“This is really it, huh? Stage one sign-off looming, the minute all our work becomes worthwhile.”
“I never took you for such a sentimentalist, Lydia,” he said. “Anyway, don’t get too carried away, we’ve still got stages two