Tiffany Reisz - The Mistress Files - The Case of the Reluctant Rock Star

“I said that, yeah. Just not used to be described as, you know, vanilla.” He winced at the word as if she’d called him something really offensive, like “impotent,” or “racist,” or “a politician.”

“Get used to it, Vanilla. If you aren’t kinky, that’s what you are. There’s no shame in being vanilla. Some of my best friends are vanilla.”

“Really?” he said with some hope.

“Nope. Come on. Let’s get to the club.”

Kingsley had a Rolls-Royce waiting for them outside his town house. The driver hopped out and opened the door for them.

“Nice car,” Dante said, studying the interior. “Total pussy wagon.”

“You have no idea….” The Mistress said as Dante got comfortable on the bench seat where she’d seen Kingsley fuck at least a dozen different people over the past year. “So tell me about this video. What are you envisioning?”

Dante looked at her and shrugged. Pretty boy. Rockstar pretty. Eyeliner, pierced ears, good tan, good smile.

“I don’t know. The song’s about a guy really in love with this woman, so in love with her he wants her to be her slave. You know, all guys feel that way when they fall in love with a woman. They feel…”

“Owned?”

“Yeah. Exactly. Like she could order us to do anything we’d do it. And in bed, we’d do anything she told us to. It’s not kinky. It’s just love. All guys feel like that.”

The Mistress studied him as streetlamps cast their glow through the Rolls window. His face went from dark to light, dark to light, with every lamp they passed.

“Do you ever feel that way when you aren’t in love?” She stretched out her leg and rested her booted foot on his thigh. He looked down at her foot but made no attempt to remove or even ask her to take her dirty shoe off his pants.

“What do you mean?” His eyes narrowed at her.

“I mean…do you ever think you’d like to do that, I don’t know…every day of your life? Maybe with a woman you weren’t in love with. Maybe just a woman you found attractive. Maybe all women.”

“I told you, I’m not one of those guys.”

“What guys?”

“One of those guys. Kinky guys who want to get used by Dominatrixes, who want to crawl on their hands and knees for a woman, who want to get ordered around and treated like a fuck toy. That’s not me.”

“Really? Wonder why you have an erection just talking about it then…”

Dante glanced down at his lap and laughed.

“I don’t. You can’t even—”

“You looked down to see if I could see it through your pants. If you weren’t hard right now, you wouldn’t have needed to look.” She raised an eyebrow at him. “Would you?”

“Maybe I’m just—” he paused midsentence to take her leg by the ankle and move her foot back onto the floorboard “—turned on because I’m in a fucking Rolls-Royce with a beautiful women with black hair, amazing tits, wearing a leather skirt and corset. I think about any guy on the planet would pop one in this situation even if he is vanilla.”

“Which you are, right?” She batted her eyelashes at him.

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