ControllingInterest Page 3

  “Are you a lesbian?”

  Mistress Zarah grinned. “Bi. I’m an equal-opportunity Domme.”

  “I see.”

  “You’re straight?”

  Mouse nodded. Zarah brushed over her nipples. “Yet these are at attention for me.” She looked beyond Mouse and smiled. “Perfect. He’s right on time for once.”

  “He who?”

  “Master Torin.”

  “Oh my God…” Mouse shivered and ducked her head.

  Mistress Zarah surveyed her. “Oh, now that’s just not fair. I bet you creamed your panties, didn’t you?”

  “Mistress, could you please keep your voice down?” Mouse hissed, heat filling her cheeks.

  Zarah chuckled. “Oh, I don’t think so. But for your sake, I suggest you don’t speak much when he comes over here or he might recognize your voice.” She turned her head to look behind Mouse. “Ah, Master Torin. How are you, dear?”

  He came around Mouse and gave Zarah a brief hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Well enough, considering.”

  “It’s such a loss. We’ll miss Regine terribly, you know that, don’t you?”

  “I do. Thank you.” Torin turned and looked Mouse over from head to toe. “Very nice. Is she yours?”

  “No, darling. A guest who wants to explore the dark side.”

  “As a submissive or is she a Domme in training?”

  “Submissive.”

  Tor turned the full force of his gaze on her. Their eyes met briefly before she dropped her gaze to his shoes. Please let him not recognize her. Please.

  “Yes, definitely a submissive,” he purred. He lifted his hand and paused, glancing at Zarah. “May I?”

  “The choice is hers.”

  “Do you have a name?” he asked, brushing a strand of hair off her forehead. Normally, she kept her bushy hair pinned severely back, but the letter that arrived with the clothes ordered her to let it fall around her face naturally.

  She glanced at Mistress Zarah, begging for help. Zarah smiled. “Her name is Minnie.”

  “Minnie? Unusual.”

  “That’s her name tonight. Who knows? Her name tomorrow might be Mickey.”

  Mouse glared at Zarah, who just laughed.

  “Do you want to play with me, Minnie?”

  Mouse’s eyes flew to Tor’s. Did he know? Surely not. And what the hell did he mean by play?

  “Play?” she squeaked. Damn it. Why did she always have to squeak like a mouse when she was anxious? At least Tor was unfamiliar with her nervous habit because by the time they’d met, Regine had worked the squeak right out of her.

  He chuckled, his fingers trailed along the bare skin of her arm from her shoulder to her wrist. Gently, he encircled her wrist and rubbed the vulnerable skin there with his forefinger.

  “Yes, Miss Squeak. Play. That means you and I go someplace private and I give you a spanking you’ll never forget. A spanking that will have you begging for more.”

  Mouse couldn’t catch her breath as he lightly ran his fingertips up to her elbow. He leaned close and brushed his lips along the edge of her ear. She jerked when his tongue flicked against her lobe.

  “Sensitive, aren’t you?” he murmured.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Oh sorry. Yes Sir.” Her voice was barely a whisper.

  He chuckled in her ear. His hand moved from her elbow to her waist while he tormented her by trailing the fingers of his other hand from her wrist to her shoulder. Then he brushed a finger along her shoulder and up along her neck. Mouse couldn’t stop the shiver that coursed through her at his touch.

  “You haven’t answered my question. Would you like to play with me?”

  She closed her eyes at his purr. God, she wanted him. But what was she letting herself in for if she agreed to this? She opened her eyes and she saw Mistress Zarah grinning at her.

  “The choice is yours. What do you want?”

  She swallowed hard. “Aren’t I supposed to be learning?”

  “Yes, but there are many ways to learn. Observation…or experience. How do you want to learn?”

  Mouse peeped up at Tor who had picked up a strand of her hair and was curling it around his finger. He seemed completely focused on her and she liked it. She liked having him look at her and her alone. No one in her life had ever made her the center of their attentions before and it was heady stuff. She didn’t want it to end.

  “Experience might be good,” she whispered.

  “Is that a yes?”

  She licked her lips then nodded.

  “I want to hear your consent.”

  “Yes.” Damn it, she’d squeaked again.

  He laughed. “Well, Miss Squeak, allow me to introduce you to a private dungeon.” Tor reached for her mask but she caught his hand. His brows rose at her action. “What’s this? Defiance?”

  “No Sir,” she whispered. “This isn’t defiance, it’s a limit. I want the mask to stay on.”

  He pursed his lips as he studied her. Her gaze dropped from the full force of his and again she shivered.

  “Very well. What other limits should I follow?”

  She opened her mouth to say something, but she didn’t know what to say. Her gaze flew helplessly to Mistress Zarah.

  “I’d say she would prefer no scat or water sports.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Feces and urine play.”

  “Eew, yuck.” Mouse responded to Zarah. “People actually do that?”

  “Some do, but I don’t. So no worries there,” Tor responded. “Needle or blood play?”

  Mouse’s gaze flew to Tor. “Blood? No. I don’t think I’d like that…at all.”

  He chuckled. “Fair enough.”

  “This is complicated. Maybe I should just watch.”

  “There is pleasure in that, certainly, but you learn more by doing.”

  Mouse bit her lip and glanced up at Tor. “You don’t mean out here. In public.”

  He smiled. “If you wish.”

  “No, I’d rather not play in public.”

  “Are you willing to go to a private room with me?”

  She swallowed. Because she knew him, she trusted him. And she wanted this… She nodded.

  “Speak, Miss Squeak,” Tor ordered softly. “I want no confusion between us. The game is safe, sane and consensual. Consent is mandatory.”

  “Yes, we could go to a private room.” She felt her face heating but was glad she’d gotten out the words…even if it was in a breathless whisper.

  He patted her bottom and she jumped. “All right. Mistress, thank you for the introduction to this lovely girl.”

  “You’re welcome, my friend,” she purred, a faint smile on her face. “Have fun.”

  “Oh, we will.” He chuckled, sliding his arm around her waist to lead her away. “One final thing. We’re new to playing together, so we need to establish safe words.”

  Mouse glanced back at him. “Safe words?”

  “If you wish to pause the scene, say yellow. Like the yellow caution light in traffic.”

  “And red to stop?”

  “Yes, I think that will work well… For now.”

  Tor glanced over at the bar and pointed to a hallway in the back. The bartender nodded as Tor took her hand and led her past the public play area where a female sub was bound against a large wooden cross while a Master stood behind her striking her with a flogger. Her buttocks were red while she sobbed for more around the ball gag in her mouth. Tor paused, setting his hands at her waist.

  “What do you think she’s feeling?”

  “Pain.”

  “But she’s begging for more, isn’t she?”

  Mouse nodded.

  “Why?”

  She tried to look up at him but he shook his head. “Don’t look at me. Watch the play.” Returning her gaze to the couple, she swallowed hard. “So why is she begging for more?” he pressed her. Mouse didn’t know the answer, and she hated not having an answer to give him.
Maybe a guess…

  “She’s a masochist?”

  He chuckled in her ear as he cupped her breasts. “Probably, but there’s more to it than that. Any ideas?” She shook her head. “Out loud.”

  “No Sir. I don’t know.” She kept her voice soft, hoping he’d never connect Mouse, his new business partner, with Minnie, the submissive from Unfettered.

  “Well, you’re right about the pain. It definitely stings, but the heat from the blows will shift into pleasure after a little while.”

  “How?”

  “Endorphins.” His hands skimmed from her waist down along her thighs to the V between her legs. “I’d be happy to show you. Are you ready?”

  The master in front of them changed from a flogger to a thick leather paddle. Mouse jumped as his first blow fell on the sub’s ass, but she licked her lips as another blow fell, imagining herself in the sub’s place with Tor behind her wielding the paddle. Tor’s fingers slipped under her skirt to tease her pussy.

  “You’re wet.”

  “I am?” She closed her eyes, mortified by her voice…again.

  “Yes, Miss Squeak. You’re very wet.” He pressed on her panties and rubbed her clit. Her breath hitched in reaction, her hips wiggling with excitement.

  “Oh God.” She was ready to come and he was still only rubbing his finger against the outside of her panties. What would happen when he bared it for his pleasure?

  “I’m not God, but you can worship me later,” he chuckled, “when you’ll be on your knees with my cock sunk deep inside your open mouth.”

  Mouse’s eyes closed in anticipation as the sounds of the paddling continued. Maybe Regine knew her a lot better than she thought. This whole thing was turning her on more than anything she’d ever experienced before.

  Tor continued rubbing his finger over her tight clit. “Your sexy little wiggles are driving me crazy.”

  He withdrew his hands and guided her forward. Feeling almost mesmerized by the arousal pulsing through her body, she obeyed his direction, enjoying the heat radiating from Tor as he urged her onward. They turned down a corridor to the right of the bar and one of the doors slid open almost silently.

  Inside was a room that looked surprisingly like an office. A large desk with a leather chair sat along one side of the room. Behind it ranged closed cabinets that probably held toys or paddles or something equally scary-sexy. On the opposite side of the desk was a straight chair. A leather couch ran the length of an adjoining wall while a leather bench and a wooden cross sat in the corners.

  Mouse swallowed hard when Tor laughed behind her. “This is perfect, one of my sweetest fantasies is instructing an administrative assistant in her new duties.”

  He walked across the room and settled in the office chair, leaning back to put his feet up on the desk.

  “So, Miss Squeak, can you take dictation?”

  Mouse colored. Did he know? She was terrified that she was being made fun of here. “Some, I guess.”

  He opened a desk drawer and grinned. “Perfect.” He pulled out a pad of paper and a pencil.

  “Come take some notes. I need to plan out the evening and I want to remember the plan.” He pointed imperiously at the straight chair across the desk from him.

  Reluctantly, Mouse took up the pad of paper and pencil then took a seat. “I’m ready, Sir,” she whispered.

  She took notes through his rapid-fire dictation of what he planned to do to her. It started with her sucking his cock and swallowing his come before he bound her to the spanking bench and introduced her to the flogger and the paddle. Somewhere along the way as he dictated, her clit began to throb and her nipples tightened. Before long, she was staring at him with her mouth open instead of taking notes.

  “Well, Miss Squeak. Read back my notes.”

  Mouse blinked and looked down, horrified to realize she hadn’t maintained any sense of professionalism. She barely had two sentences written.

  “Well? I don’t want to wait all night, Squeak my girl.”

  “I…didn’t get everything written down.”

  He raised his brows. “Really? How far did you get?”

  Mouse read the notes back to him in a low voice, her face heating as she stumbled over his words about sucking his cock. She glanced up once to find his brows drawn down into a straight line of displeasure. Oh no. Not good.

  “That’s it? That’s all you got?”

  “Yes Sir,” she whispered.

  “Huh. Not acceptable. It would seem you need correction so you remember to follow orders properly.”

  “But…”

  “No buts. You either do your job or you don’t.” Mouse swallowed hard, remembering the days when she and Regine had similar conversations during her first year on the job.

  “Stand up and walk around the desk.”

  Mouse reluctantly followed orders, staring at her feet as she stood in front of Tor.

  “Set the pad and pencil down.”

  Mouse obeyed. With nothing in her hands, her fingers twisted around one another.

  “Reach up under your skirt and tug your panties to your knees.”

  Her eyes shot up to his. There was no compromise on his face. None at all. She followed his instructions and tugged the panties down and let them drop to the floor.

  “Did I tell you to take your panties all the way off?”

  She blinked. “No Sir.”

  “What did I tell you?”

  “To pull them down to my knees.”

  “Then get them there. Now.”

  Mouse bent down to retrieve her panties, leaving them around her knees. Their gazes met again and a sense of embarrassment warred with a twisting of excitement from her belly to her pussy. He merely stared at her and finally her eyes dropped. For several minutes he just watched her. Her pussy throbbed and she felt her juices trickle out of her wet cunt. There was something naughty and sexy about standing before him like an errant schoolgirl in need of a spanking. Her breathing increased and she licked her lips.

  “I want to you to walk over here, keeping your panties around your knees, and lay yourself over my lap.”

  “Yes Sir.”

  In what felt like more of a waddle, Mouse followed orders, hobbling a few steps then looking at his lap where his erect cock tented his trousers. Her gaze met his again, but his expression didn’t waver.

  “I’m waiting, Squeak. And the longer I wait, the longer I’ll spank you.”

  Awkwardly, Mouse hobbled to him before she laid herself across his lap, shivering with excitement as his cock prodded against her lower belly.

  “Good. Now, Squeak, flip your skirt up.”

  She reached behind her and tugged her skirt up to her waist. Her position was uncomfortable and surprisingly intimate. Tor’s fingers tapped against her ass then slid down between her thighs.

  “Spread ’em.”

  Mouse parted her legs and she whimpered when his fingers dipped into her tight, wet pussy. He buried the fingers of his left hand in her pussy. He adjusted her on his lap slightly.

  “Your lack of attention left a perfectly good plan for the evening unrecorded. Now I’ll have to play the whole thing by ear, and I don’t prefer to do that. This is a serious infraction, Squeak. Do you understand?”

  As the fingers buried in her pussy pressed and teased, she fought to follow what he was saying, but it was nearly impossible. She hadn’t had anything inside her but a vibrator in a good long time, so having her favorite fantasy man tickling her cunt destroyed her concentration.

  “I said, do you understand?”

  “Yes Sir.”

  “What did I say?”

  “I didn’t record your plans and you don’t like that.”

  “No, I don’t. Each of your ass cheeks will receive five solid slaps for a total of ten. I expect you to count them as they fall.”

  “Yes Sir.” Mouse shivered again at the tone of command in his voice.

  He continued to finger-fuck her pussy and she closed her eyes…un
til the first blow fell. The crack against her left buttock sent fire spiraling through her and she gasped in shock.

  “I said to count. Do I need to add more?”

  “No Sir. That was one.”

  “Yes, it was.” When the second fell, she squeaked in surprise. More fire covered her bottom. Now both cheeks were aflame.

  “Two.”

  She clenched her ass against the blow, but it didn’t come. And it didn’t come. When she finally relaxed, the blow fell and then another.

  “Three and four.”

  “Very good.”

  The heat from the blows was doing precisely what he said it would. It felt good. Heat built inside her. Arousing her. By the time she counted six and seven, her fiery ass was lifting in anticipation. She wiggled against him, spreading her legs more so his fingers could worm their way more deeply inside. Her pussy throbbed with excitement and she was panting.

  Another blow fell and she whimpered with the pleasure of it, stretching against him. “Eight.”

  Between the fingers teasing her pussy and the blazing blows striking her ass, she was on the edge of an orgasm more intense than anything she’d ever felt before.

  “What a naughty girl you are… All wet from your punishment.”

  “Yes Sir.”

  “Perhaps I should stop now…”

  “No.”

  “No?” He chuckled.

  “No Sir. Please don’t stop. I earned the last two. Really, I did.”

  “Yes, you did.” He landed another sharp blow to her ass. The fire shot directly to her cunt and clit.

  “Nine. Oh God yes.”

  “I’m not sure you’re being punished anymore.”

  “Don’t stop, Sir. Please.”

  “You want another?”

  Mouse squirmed in his lap. “Yes Sir. Please…”

  He gave her the last blow. She sighed, but it wasn’t enough to drive her over the edge into the orgasm she yearned for. He withdrew his fingers from her pussy.

  “Ten.” She could hear the wistful dismay in her soft whisper.

  “Up.”

  “Sir?”

  “Stand up. We’ve completed your discipline.” Mouse struggled to stand, and finally stood to face him, bending to pull up her panties. “Did I give you permission to do that?”