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on her clit,” Taya instructs; her hands are kneaded in his hair. The nipple clamps are still on Kira as she writhes in pleasure.
“Kitten, can’t you see yourself on the stage, letting go of all that bogs you down. Letting your body experience pure pleasure. Taya and Jared. They get off on their subs finding this release.”
This is still not me. I belong to no one, nor could I ever. “I love to be fucked but not controlled,” I state plainly. Still, my eyes are locked on the four before me.
“I have so much to teach you.” And just like this, he grabs my hand, and I pull my skirt down while he weaves me through the darkness. Once we get to the stairwell that leads us to our apartments, I want to smack him. “I was enjoying the show.” I didn’t want to leave; how could he not get this?
“Either you enjoy the show because some part of you likes the idea of being controlled or you don’t. It’s why we left.” He deposits me in front of my door and leans down to give me a kiss on the forehead. “Good night, Kitten.” And he’s gone, walking back down the hallway to the stairwell. He’s going back to watch, and he leaves me at my front door. What a fucking asshole!
Chapter Twelve
Chadwick
Since the night in the dungeon, I’ve required Eve to come sit in my office during the day. She stands next to my couch, a question on the tip of her tongue. “Can I read?” she asks on the first day of this requirement.
“As long as I don’t want to talk to you.” She has this ability to move her head out of my view, and I imagine she rolls her eyes. “Kitten, I have X-ray vision. I can see you rolling your eyes at me.”
She turns on her heels, her actual heels, and almost falls over. With the abundant pairs of sneakers the girl owns, I wonder sometimes if she’s ever worn heels before. Certainly not my required four-inch ones but her legs look like they go on for days. I’ve also ordered her so many dresses, she can wear a new one every day for three months.
“No, Sir, I wouldn’t ever dream of it.”
I hitch one eyebrow higher than the other. “Kitten, your ass is about to be put over my knee.” She stands near the couch. “Can I sit, would that please you?” The words would normally sound sassy, but in the low rasp of her pitch, the seduction that plays off it, lulls me, and I smile.
“You’re good, Kitten. Your response, if from anyone else, would have earned them five smacks on their bare ass.” I keep on threatening her, and it’s not like me to let her pull one over on me. But I’m like that proud father who can’t see the faults in his own kid. When it comes to Eve, she blinds me from following through on my threats.
“And yes, Kitten, but no book now.” She places it down and lifts her head to mine, crossing her legs at her knees. “You need to give me one reason you are so opposed to this lifestyle.”
She swings her face from mine and touches her hands to her lips. Her fingers begin to quiver, and if I look closely, though I can’t see her directly, a little glint glimmers from her eyes as tears begin to form.
“Kitten, I have all day. I can sit here until you answer me, and though it seems like I’m punishing you, I need to know how to help you.”
Her body takes a sudden swing toward her head, and she answers me, though it’s not what I want. “Why do all this for me? You’re lavishing me with so much, and now you want me to open up to you about my life. Oh, and by the way, I don’t have just one bad thing that keeps me up at night. My life was the entire bad thing which still keeps me up at night.”
This is part of my conditioning for my subs. There’s always something in someone’s life that pushes them to BDSM. It’s not always a situation that’s horrible. It could be something positive, but it’s always some defining moment. And I uncover this with every person I train, and though she’s technically not my sub, I’m laying the groundwork for when she becomes mine.
“I’ve never had control of my own life, and I can’t