Sophie Oak - Siren in Bloom

Another misconception he was happy to clear up. “You are submissive, Shelley. I can see it. Julian can certainly see it. I suspect you’ve allowed a man who was more dominant than you to walk all over you before. That isn’t what a Dom should do. A Dom should be your partner in helping you reach your potential, even if you never have a moment’s sexual contact.”

She sniffled slightly, and it took everything he had not to pull her onto his lap and try to soothe her. “You’re right about getting walked all over. I should be honest with you. I spent years in a marriage I shouldn’t have stayed in because it was easier than dealing with the fallout. I want to be stronger than that. I want to be in control.”

“And I can help you.”

Julian had mentioned her marriage. It hadn’t taken much to look the story up. Bryce Hughes had been a very bad man. He’d run drugs and a blackmailing ring that used his wife to get dirt on politicians. According to everything he’d been able to discover, Shelley had been exonerated. The feds didn’t believe she knew anything, but that hadn’t stopped them from seizing all of the assets she’d shared with her husband. She’d lost her house, her bank accounts, her reputation.

She needed a steady hand. He would have to put aside his own desires. He really wanted to inhale her. She was exactly the type who flipped his switch, but she needed more than one more man who rubbed his dick on her and gave her little in return. She needed someone in control. He could do that.

His dick protested mightily, but he could control that, too.

“So, let’s go over your hard and soft limits.” Yeah, because talking about all the dirty little games he loved would really get his libido under control. He should have picked up a woman last night to share with Logan, but taking Logan into a bar had seemed like a bad idea.

And he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Shelley. Even before he’d seen her.

She bit her bottom lip as she looked over the long list he’d handed her. “Uhm, I don’t know what some of these are, to tell you the truth.”

“What do you have a question about?”

“I understand the bondage part, and I’m fine with that. I’m willing to try all the toys.” Her skin flushed. “I’m… I’m really curious about spanking.”

And he was really ready to spank her. He’d gotten a glimpse of a round ass before she’d gone on her slightly manic tirade. Her skin was pale. He would have to be careful with her, but he could get that alabaster skin a lovely hot pink in no time at all. And when she was panting and her pussy was dripping wet, he’d find her clit and rub her until she cried out, begging for his cock.

Or he would just spank her because he had just promised to not take advantage of her.

Maybe he was the masochist.

He forced his voice to remain calm and even, so she hopefully wouldn’t guess that his cock was pounding against his jeans. “I think you’ll enjoy a good spanking. Let’s talk about the bondage for a minute, though. You understand I like to practice an elaborate form of bondage called Shibari, correct?”

She smiled, a bright thing. “Trev is obsessed with it. I walked into the barn at Aidan O’Malley’s ranch at the wrong time once. My sister-in-law was fully suspended in some insane getup my brother had bound her to. Bo was just sitting there reading a book to her. He said she’d been a very bad girl, but he didn’t want her to be bored so he was reading her one of her favorite romances.” She sobered. “Beth is so much stronger now. She’s happy. She was perfectly happy in what she called her Bondage Barbie wear. Yes, I’m willing to give it a try.”

“Good. One hurdle gone. I prefer not to engage in blood or fire play, but I could find a Master to introduce you to that if you’re interested.” He’d seen enough blood for a lifetime. He didn’t want to cause her to lose a single drop.

She shook her head, a little shiver running through her. “No. No blood. I wouldn’t even want to watch that. I think that might be a hard limit.”

He nodded and handed her a pen to mark it off the list of acceptable play. He’d read that she’d been in the same house when her husband had been shot. Had she seen it? Had she watched it and wondered if she was next? He changed the subject. They would get to all of that later when he’d earned her trust. “No extreme play. But I will bind you to a St. Andrew’s Cross, and I will make punishment public if I think it will help.”

She would be beautiful, her arms and legs spread, waiting for the crack of his whip.

She smiled, her lips tugging up enigmatically. “We have different definitions of extreme, but I understand. I’ll try not to earn any public punishment.” Her eyes worked down the page. “What is this? What do they mean by scat games? Please tell me that has something to do with jazz.”

He laughed out loud and marked that as a hard limit. “Not at all, sweetheart. That’s exactly what it sounds like, and neither one of us is going to engage in that. Doms have hard limits, too.”

She breathed a sigh of relief. “And puppy play? Pony play?”

He was going to have to convince her of that. “It’s just a little role playing, sweetheart.”

She shook her head. “I don’t think I want that.”

And it was his job to make her change her mind because he definitely wanted to play with her. “Let me give you a scenario. It’s a little game where, just for a while, you’re my soft, sweet little pet. You eat from my hand, little treats I’ll have to reward you for good behavior. You’ll sit at my feet. If I decide you’re a good little puppy, I’ll pull you up on my lap and lavish you with affection. And everyone loves a good little puppy. Everyone would want to pet you. All those hands, rubbing across your body. Under the watchful gaze of your Master, of course. But a good Master knows a puppy needs love.”

“You’re evil,” she said with a little grin, but he could see her flush had changed from embarrassment to arousal. She was starved for affection. Puppy play was an easy way to get many hands on her without having to share her in a sexual way. He wasn’t sure he could do that. Not with strangers.

He’d spent too much freaking time in Bliss.

“That’s my job, sweetheart. Let’s give it a try. There is nothing you can’t stop. I know I’m the Dom, but you’re in control.”

She put a hand to her mouth and laughed a little. “Yes. Oh my god, I just agreed to be a puppy.”

“Yes, you did, but that’s a little down the road.” He would ease her into rougher play. “For tonight, we’ll watch and see what intrigues you. Let’s talk about contact. At this stage, I think it’s best if we agree to no intercourse, but I would like the opportunity to touch you, to bring you to orgasm, to teach you pleasure.”

Her face turned bright red, and he was worried for a moment that he’d pushed too far, but it was important. He wouldn’t take anything for himself, but he needed to teach her to equate chosen submission with pleasure.

“Yes.”

“Excellent.” It was a good first step. He couldn’t wait to get started. “Then we’ll start tonight. We’ll go into The Club together, and we’ll play it by ear. No pressure. We’re just going to come in and have a nice meal and then watch some scenes and talk. I’ll have clothes sent to your room.”

“I have a townhouse,” she said. “I decided to go for broke and move up here. Dallas is going to be my home from now on.”

That worked for him. Dallas was going to be his home if he could make things work. He was ready to settle down. Roots. A man needed roots. He’d spent most of his adult life jetting around the world on missions. If that part of his life was over, then he wanted a real home. “Give me the address, and I’ll pick you up. Dress casually. I’ll have clothes waiting for you in The Club’s locker room.”