Welcome to Chapter 20 of my Dominatrix Series! You might want to start back at Chapter 1 if you haven’t already. This week, we might start getting some answers to where their relationship is heading. Or maybe they’ll just have sex in the private room at the restaurant. Such a risky (and sexy) proposition!
~Jayden
Chapter 20:
We’re left alone once we’re settled in at our table and served drinks. “So,” James says, and I feel there’s been a shift since we entered the space. He seems more in charge than he’s ever been when we’ve been in my space.
“So,” I echo.
“What are we?” he asks.
Ah yes. Isn’t that the million-dollar question? “What do you want to be, pet?”
He shivers slightly when I call him pet, and I can see his eyes dart to the door, but there’s no one there.
“Do you still want to be my pet?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he whispers, losing some of his bravado.
“I have to say,” I start, “I have enjoyed our weekly sessions over the last three years.”
“So have I, Mistress.”
I chuckle, “I’d imagine so since you’ve been paying for them all this time.”
He smiles and blushes a little. “It’s been worth every penny, Mistress. You know I have trouble cumming without your guidance.” His voice is barely audible, but I can’t help but hang on every word he says.
“I’m glad you think so, pet.”
“But in all this time, you’ve never let me please you, Mistress.”
I shake my head. “I never let my clients make me cum.”
“Why not?” he asks, but I know we’ve covered this before. I start to explain it again, but he almost brushes me off. “I mean, why did you let me now?”
I shrug. “I don’t know.” I don’t want to admit to him that I couldn’t help myself.
“Do you regret it?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Not even a little. Do you regret it?”
His voice rises, “Regret it? Why the hell would I?” And then he gets suddenly quiet, looking around again, but there’s still no one here. “I’m sorry, Mistress. I got a little carried away there.”
I chuckle at him and take a sip of my wine. “I understand, pet. There are any number of reasons you might regret it.”
“Well, Mistress, unless you’re about to tell me that you can’t be my Mistress anymore or that I can never touch you like that again, I have no regrets.”
I raise one eyebrow at him. “Which do you think would be worse, pet? If I told you that I can’t be your Mistress or that you can never touch me like that again?”
He thinks about it for a moment, sipping his own drink. “If you couldn’t be my Mistress. I don’t think I could stand it.”
“Why not, pet?”
“I think it would be very hard to be in your presence and not want to touch you, hold you, please you, but I would do it so I could be around you. Or I would ask you to tie me up or restrain me so I couldn’t be a bad boy.”
I nod, and he continues.
“But if I couldn’t see you at all, that would be the true torture.”
“So what happens when you move to Massachusetts?” I ask.
He closes his eyes and shakes his head. “I don’t know, Mistress.”
I wonder if he’s considered not going because of me, and I hope the answer is no. But it seems that at least he recognizes that not going would be a mistake, even if he has thought about it.
“I mean, we’ll still have video calls, right, Mistress?”
I nod.
“And maybe phone calls?”
I nod again.
“And I’ll come visit.”
“When will you come visit? You won’t have an apartment here anymore.”
“I know, but I can get a hotel.”
I raise an eyebrow at him again. “You would pay for a hotel just so you could visit me.”
“As often as my schedule allows, Mistress.”
“Really?” I ask, swirling my wine in the glass.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“So let me get this straight,” I say, leaning forward to lower my voice. “You are willing to drive seven hours each way, pay for a hotel and my fees so that I can treat you like shit and let you get off?”
“You don’t treat me like shit at all, Mistress. You give me what I need. I need you to treat me that way. It’s not just a desire. I can’t live without it. And I am grateful that you understand that. You have no idea how much it means to me, Mistress.”
“Okay, fine, but the rest of it, then?”
“Yes, Mistress. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you in my life.”
I raise both eyebrows at him this time, sip my wine, and ponder the big question: What do I want from this completely devoted submissive?
J R Vincente 