Welcome to Chapter 18 of my Dominatrix Series! If you missed the previous installments, you might want to go back to Chapter 1. Will Mistress Parker get answers to all her questions from James? Read on to find out!
I head home to get ready for the photo shoot and go through the motions without really thinking about it. Shower, shave, makeup, hair. It’s all routine to me now. I love my photographer. She does a phenomenal job of capturing me. I don’t really understand how she does it, but she does.
The time flies by, and before I know it, my photographer is gone, it’s 6:50, and James is due in ten minutes. I have my bathrobe on over a hot red number we had just finished photographing when James pulls into the driveway.
He rings the bell, and I buzz him up.
“I’m not quite ready yet, pet,” I say when he gets to the top of the stairs.
“That’s okay, Mistress. I am a bit early,” he says.
I decide that I’m done tiptoeing around the issues. I’m just going to be myself. I’m his Mistress. He’s my pet. And maybe now I stop taking payment and start sleeping with him. That’s fine. So I’m going to operate as though nothing is wrong. I am a confident woman. “I just finished a photo shoot,” I say, slipping my bathrobe off and draping it over the chair near the stairs. “What should I wear for dinner, pet?”
He swallows hard. “What dinner?”
I blink at him and smirk.
“Oh, right, the dinner I’m taking you to right now. That dinner.”
I nod slowly, “That dinner.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress, I just got so distracted seeing you in that lingerie. You look so sexy.”
“Thank you, pet,” I say, walking closer to him, my heels clicking on the hardwood floor.
He seems unsure of what to do, as our usual protocol has him undressing when he arrives, but we’re going out. I stop when I’m standing directly in front of him. Even in heels, he has to look straight down to meet my gaze. “May I touch you, Mistress? Please?”
I nod, and he puts his hands on my hips. I can feel their warmth through the thin fabric of the lingerie.
“Can I be honest with you, Mistress?”
“I want to tear these clothes off you right now. Just rip these thin straps clear off.”
“Are you feeling a bit like a predator right now, pet?”
“That’s unlike you, pet. Usually, you’re my prey, not a predator.”
He nods again. “I don’t know, Mistress. I want you to still be in charge, but I want to wrestle you, rip your clothes off, pin you down.”
I smile. “That does sound fun, pet. But not these clothes. These are nice ones, and I want to keep them.”
“Maybe I should take them off to keep them safe from you.”
He smiles. “Be my guest, Mistress.”
I slip the heels off first, leaving myself barefoot in the hallway. As I make my way toward the play space, I drop the lacy red number piece by piece on the floor.
James drops to his knees and crawls after me, actually stopping to sniff my clothes as he goes.
“Smell good, pet?” I ask.
“Yes, Mistress. Are you turned on, Mistress?”
He crawls right up to me, where I am standing naked in the middle of the room, and puts his nose right up near my cunt. “What do you think, pet?” I ask, and I press his face right between my legs.
His tongue comes out, and he starts lapping at my folds. “You taste amazing, Mistress,” he says, and his voice is muffled by the fact that I won’t let him pull away from my body.
It feels good, and I want him to get me off, but I’m not sure it’s a good idea. Actually, I’m pretty sure it’s a bad idea since we really do need to talk about where things stand between us. But I can’t help it. He was so cute crawling around sniffing my clothes, and now his tongue is on me, and it feels so good.
I grip him by his hair and practically drag him over to the couch. I sit down, spreading my legs for him.
“Do it right, pet. Standing up isn’t a good angle for either of us.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he says, and he dives back between my legs. His fingers find my core and probe deep inside me. I squeeze around him. His tongue finds my clit immediately, and I am entranced.
I almost don’t notice that he’s sliding his fingers in and out, completely, though. Usually, when men finger men, they don’t pull out all the way. And then I realize that he has one finger positioned at my ass and two at my pussy. They’re all wet with my juices, and he’s starting to press them inside. Do I want him in my ass right now?