Welcome to Chapter 21 of my Dominatrix Series. If you’ve missed the first 20 chapters, you might want to do some catching up by starting at Chapter 1. Alternatively, I posted a recap this week that you can use to catch up! Today, we get to see how Mistress Parker reacts to James’ total devotion. Is that a good thing or a bad thing…? Read on to find out!
~Jayden
Chapter 21:
I don’t want to take advantage of James. I appreciate his devotion to me, but would he just say yes to whatever I offered? I have to tread lightly here.
“James, I need you to do me a favor.”
“Anything, Mistress.”
I shake my head. “Take a pocket knife and go cut off your balls in the bathroom.”
He gets wide-eyed.
I roll my eyes. “I’m not serious, James.”
“That’s good, Mistress.”
“But that’s why you can’t just agree to something without knowing what you’re agreeing to.”
“Yes, Mistress. I understand.”
“Good.”
“Now, let’s try this again.”
“I need you to do me a favor, James.”
“What do you need, Mistress?”
“I need you to not be my submissive pet but be James for a minute.” I wonder if he notices I haven’t called him pet since we sat down in the restaurant.
“Okay, Mistress.”
“I know you get off better when you’re being dominated.” He nods. “And I know that you have enjoyed our time together.” He nods again. “But I need to know what this is to you. Is this just a fun physical way for you to get off? Or is there more here?”
He pauses and takes a sip of his drink.
“And I want to remind you that this is a serious question. I am not asking my good boy pet. I am asking the grown sexy man in front of me.”
He nods, but I notice when I call him sexy that his eyes flash up to mine for just a moment before he looks back at his drink. “I like you.”
I nod, waiting for the but.
“But I don’t even know your real name.”
I smile. “None of my clients do.”
He smiles. “That seems unfair.”
I shrug. “I need to protect myself.”
He nods. “I understand that. Of course I do.”
“But?” I prompt.
“But, I want to know. I want to know everything about you.”
“Why?”
“Because I like you.”
I shake my head. “But all you know about me is that I can hurt you and make you cum.”
Now he shakes his head. “That’s not true.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Are you stalking me, James?”
“No,” he says with a chuckle. He takes a sip of his drink and then says, “I know you own your own business. Owning your own business is a huge commitment. It’s not something to take lightly; I know you don’t. I know that you have strict rules and that you broke them with me. I’m still not exactly sure why, but I’m glad you did. I know that education is important to you because you are supporting me in following my dreams to go to Massachusetts, even though it means taking me away from you. And even if you don’t really care about me, a weekly client is a big hit to lose. I know that you care about your submissives. I know that you want to protect me. I know that you have experience as a Dominatrix that you use to do good for people. I know that you help couples to find their balance with BDSM. I know that you are a great cook and that you love to share recipes with people. I’ve seen you at your parties when you don’t think I’m watching.”
He stops and takes a deep breath.
“Mistress, I know a lot about you, but I want to know more. I want to know everything. I want to know what makes you tick. Yes, I want to serve you. I want to make your body quiver with excitement. I want you to hurt me and demean me and make me cum like you have every week for the last three years. But it’s so much more than that.”
I nod and sip my wine. I don’t even know what to say. I think that’s more than I’ve heard James say in one go, ever.
“Mistress, say something. Please.”
I pause, still not sure what to say. I want to tell him how much his words mean to me, how much I appreciate that he pays attention to so much more than just the sex we have. But I can’t find the words. Instead, I set my glass of wine down and stand up, walk around to the other side of the table, and stand so that I am close to James.
He looks up at me, and I can see the fear in his eyes. I lean down so that I’m close to his face, and I don’t know what he thinks I’m going to do, but I wind my fingers into his hair and force his head back. And then I kiss him, pressing my lips against his, sliding my tongue into his mouth. He kisses me back, wrapping his arms around my waist, and I feel like he’s holding on for dear life.
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