Welcome to Chapter 24 of my Dominatrix Story! If you haven’t been keeping up, I recommend that you start back at Chapter 1 or at least hop back to the Recap if you don’t want the whole story right now. This chapter is a long one, but it was kind of boring without the end, so I decided it was better to go long and have something to make you squirm, just a little. Like my Dominatrix, I might also like making you squirm…
~Jayden
Chapter 24:
The rest of dinner flies by. It feels good to let my guard down a bit and tell him about my past. I have no family to speak of, but I tell him about the corporate job I hated and how I quit to become a full-time Dominatrix. I even get a little vulnerable with him and tell him I’m so scared to fail. I have no safety net now. I used all my savings to get my house and play space. So I need this to work.
He is supportive without me feeling like he’s trying to take over my life. It’s refreshing. Maybe this thing can work after all? Besides, he knew my biggest secret going in: I’m a Dominatrix, and I love hurting people.
When we leave, he asks, “So, where is home, Mistress?”
“Right next to my play space.”
“Really?” he says.
“Mmhmm,” I nod. “The play space is above my garage. I live in the house right there.”
“I had no idea,” he says.
“That’s intentional, pet. But I don’t have a lot of toys at home.”
“You don’t?”
I chuckle. “Why would I? I have all the toys I could ever want in my play space.”
“That’s fair, Mistress.”
“Do you want to come in, pet?”
“Yes, please, Mistress.”
When he parks in my driveway, he hops out, running around to open my door before I can. He offers me a hand as I get out, and I take it even though I don’t need to. It’s a sweet gesture.
I can feel my phone buzzing with the alert that someone is in the driveway. I pull it out and switch it off. We go inside, and I show him around my house. It’s modest but nice. I keep it clean and uncluttered as much as I can. No one else makes messes since it’s just me. “How are you feeling, Mistress?”
“Tired,” I say. It’s been a long day, and I’m ready to curl up with him and cuddle. Is that an awkward thing to say to the man you’re sort of dating? Trying to date? Definitely fucking. I don’t know.
“Let’s go to bed,” he says, and I nod.
“I need a shower,” I tell him.
“Do you want to be alone, or do you want me to join you, Mistress?”
I smile. I appreciate how thoughtful he is. “I’d be glad for your company, pet.”
He washes my hair and body like he did in our last shower together. It’s a novel experience for me. I’m not used to the intimacy of it. I’ve kept my distance for so long.
When we go to bed, it’s comfortable. I curl up in his arms, and he holds me tight. I don’t know how long we lay there before I fall asleep, but it’s the best night of sleep I’ve had in a long time.
The next few weeks pass in a blur. James and I spend as much time together as possible, which is, unfortunately, not much more than we were spending together before. But at least now he stays over after his sessions, and, of course, he doesn’t pay. Honestly, it’s a big hit to my regular income. We don’t talk about it, but he pays every time we go out or order in. I usually offer, but he always refuses or pays before I can even say anything.
My early fears seem unwarranted as I continue seeing my other clients, and James hasn’t said a word about them.
“Mistress,” he says, and I shake out of my reverie about the past few weeks and how happy I’ve been.
“Yes, pet?”
“What are you going to do with me tonight?”
I smirk at him. “What fun is it if I tell you ahead of time?”
He groans, but I know the idea of it arouses him. He likes being surprised. “Please, Mistress, can’t you just tell me?”
“No, pet. But I promise you’ll be thinking of me all the way to Massachusetts tomorrow.” As I say the words, my breath hitches in my throat, and I clear my throat to try to cover it.
I don’t fool him, and I see the look of sadness cross his face.
We finish our last dinner together in the same private room we had our first dinner in. Our server quietly clears the plates and offers us dessert. We decline, and he leaves. “I want you for dessert, Mistress,” he whispers in my ear. We’re sitting side by side at the table, and I turn and nip his ear.
“Of course you do, pet.”
He kisses me behind my ear.
“Well, if you want me for dessert, you’d better get down on the floor like the dirty slut you are.”
I can feel the smile in the way he moves, and then he’s under the table and up my skirt. I’m not wearing panties, so he has easy access to me. I was planning to make him find his way up there if he didn’t suggest it himself. I spread my legs for him, and he moves between them eagerly. He moans softly as he inhales my scent and starts to lick my slit.
I part my legs farther and lean back. Fuck that feels so good. Since the first time, he was masterful, but the more we’re together, the better it gets. His fingers slide inside my pussy, and his tongue finds my clit, and before long, I’m gripping the chair, trying not to fall off. My whole body is shuddering as my orgasm tears through me. “Fuck,” I groan as my pussy clenches around his fingers. He won’t stop licking me, though he slides his tongue further down my slit, leaving my clit alone for the moment.
When he emerges from under my skirt, his face is slick with my juices, and he’s grinning from ear to ear. “I love making you feel good, Mistress.”
“Almost as much as I love making you writhe in pain, pet.”
I didn’t think it possible, but his grin widens. “You and me both, Mistress.”
“What do you say we go home so I can make you scream and beg me to stop?”
“Yes, please, Mistress.”
J R Vincente 