Page 2 of Tell Me Your Desires
Chapter Two
“Tell me your desires.”
A portly man, sweating profusely, grinned. The grin was arrogant, despite his being constrained and half-naked. His eyes were covered with a blindfold, and his hands were bound at the wrists by chains hanging from the ceiling.
“To fuck you,” he said with confidence born of a privileged man.
Lady A sat in the shadows, watching the hairy man thrust his hips, and shuddered with disgust. Unfortunately, this man had paid handsomely for Lady A’s time.
Once again, Lady A pondered changing the requirements to get into her chambers.
She knew she’d never sleep with this man—she wouldn’t even if she wasn’t a lesbian—but this room was more about fantasy than reality.
Clients came here to escape their everyday lives and allow someone like Lady A to control that fantasy.
Many would call Lady A a dominatrix. While she used the tools implemented in the BDSM world, she didn’t always agree with the characterization.
If anyone cared to look beyond the lingerie and whips, they’d see Lady A was more of a therapist. A therapist who chose to suspend her clients from the ceiling and whip them when they didn’t follow policy. She nearly scoffed out loud.
Lady A stood and walked into the dim light of the room. The black carpet muted the click of her stilettos, but the crack of the whip across the man’s back echoed. As did his outcry.
“You know the rules, George.”
“I’ll get you to surrender to me one day.”
Another crack of the whip across George’s back made him hiss through his teeth.
“You could hold your breath,” Lady A proposed. “But I wouldn’t if I were you. Now, let’s start again. Tell me your desires.”
Lady A sat in front of the large vanity mirror.
The lights felt warm on her skin, and she basked in it.
What I need is to sit out by the pool and soak up the sun.
The dry heat in Nevada had been unseasonably hot the past week, and the thought of sitting in it didn’t sound pleasant.
Though spending most of her nights in the shadows had her begging for the sun.
“Lady A?”
Lady A looked up in the mirror and saw her assistant walking toward her with a tray. A lone shot of colorless liquid sat atop.
“Hello, Maisie,” Lady A purred. “Please tell me that’s for me.” Maisie nodded and lowered the tray so Lady A could grab the shot glass. Lady A took it and slammed it back, coughing as it hit the back of her throat. “God, that’s awful.”
“Why do you drink it then?”
“Because it’s not as awful as the taste that man leaves in my mouth.”
Maisie’s eyes widened. “D-did you…”
Lady A looked up to see the shocked look on her assistant’s face. “Oh God, no.” Her entire body shuddered at the thought. “That really didn’t sound right, did it? I just meant he’s not my favorite client.”
“Why do you see him then? Why do you see men at all? I thought you were a, you know, a…”
“Lesbian?” Lady A finished for the flustered young woman.
She stood up, turned to Maisie, and studied her momentarily.
So young and na?ve, she thought. Lady A had hired Maisie after much debate, made mainly by Maisie herself.
The twenty-four-year-old was barely old enough to be in the club with Lady A, much less work there.
But Maisie fought hard to be there. Her goal was to become a pole dancer for the club.
Despite having no interest in dancing herself, Lady A took Maisie under her wing.
Mainly to keep Maisie out of the talons of the vultures this line of work could bring.
“Y-yes.”
“Because men pay a premium to be dominated by a woman.”
“It must help that you’re, um, beautiful.”
Lady A smiled. “Thank you. But my sessions are a bit different from, say, Sapphyre’s.”
Maisie rolled her eyes. “I would hope so. She’s not fussy.”
“I want to say you’re wrong, but you’re not.” Lady A cleared her throat. “My point was, in my chambers, it’s about the fantasy. Their fantasies, their desires. Just saying them out loud can be intoxicating for some. Being punished for them can be downright orgasmic.”
“W-what makes you sleep with some and not others?”
Lady A watched as a blush crept up Maisie’s neck.
How curious. “Well, men are never an option for me. Controlling and punishing them may be fun, but that’s as far as it goes.
As for the women who come in to see me,” Lady A inhaled deeply, then let it out slowly.
She didn’t give in to her desires often when it came to her profession.
But there were those times when it became so intense she needed the release as much as her… sub did.
“It’s a feeling I get when I’m with them.” She stepped an inch closer to Maisie. She was a beautiful girl with soulful brown eyes and strawberry-blonde hair. Too young for Lady A to be serious with, but old enough to know what she wanted. “Why all the questions? Are you interested?”
Maisie gasped softly and blushed furiously. “Uh, I’m, um…straight.”
Lady A waited for a beat, then nodded. “Okay.” She sat down and turned back to the mirror to touch up her makeup. Per her request, it was a slow night for Lady A. If everything went as planned, she would be home on her couch in her pajamas before three a.m.
“Wait, that’s it? No pressuring? No, ‘if you had the right woman’? Just…okay?”
Green eyes glanced up at Maisie through the mirror as Lady A fluffed her red hair that fell in soft curls past her shoulders.
“I have no interest in forcing someone to do something they have no desire to do, Maisie. I’m sorry if you’ve encountered those scenarios before.
My business is pleasure, maybe a bit of intimidation. But never without consent.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…” Maisie tapped her fingers nervously on the tray she was still holding. “Can you, um, fit in one more client? They were asking me upfront if you would be available.”
Lady A checked her watch. Quarter after midnight. If she took on another client, depending on who it was, she could kiss her plans of vegging out on the couch goodbye. “Sure. One more.”
The light above Lady A’s chamber flashed red, indicating that her last client of the night was ready.
“Ready” meant bound in chains and blindfolded.
Usually, Lady A would know a few basics about the person she would be dominating.
But she had been too distracted by foiled plans to ask for any information about the person.
It wasn’t that she was worried about her safety.
The club did an excellent job of vetting the clientele.
They were asked to fill out questionnaires describing what they were looking for, then scanned for weapons.
Then they were required to sign a non-disclosure and liability waiver before being let into the private area of the club.
And, if anything went wrong, a panic button was readily available.
Yet, her distraction contributed to Lady A going into this one blind—as blind as the client would be with the blindfold.
It was…exciting not being privy to what awaited her behind those doors.
Sometimes the one in control needed a bit of spontaneity themselves.
So Lady A adjusted her bustier, grabbed her whip, and walked through the door.
Her confident step faltered slightly when she saw who was waiting for her on the other side, but she said nothing.
Instead, she sat in her high-back, black velvet chair and crossed her bare legs.
“Tell me your desires.”
“T-to have a mind-blowing experience with another woman.”
“There are plenty of lesbians to choose from. Why come here?” Lady A asked curiously, observing her client. She could tell the woman was already turned on by the way she squirmed and clamped her thighs together.
“B-because I don’t want just any woman. My true desire is my…boss.”
Lady A stood and closed in on the scantily clad, bound woman. She allowed the rough handle of her whip to graze the woman’s satin-covered backside and was rewarded with a soft moan.
“Have you told her?”
“I paid to be in here to help me find the courage.”
Lady A leaned closer to the woman’s ear, allowing her warm breath to tickle the sensitive lobe. “You’ve found it, Maisie.” Her tongue darted out, bringing the lobe back as it retreated, and Lady A held it between her teeth for a moment before releasing it. “Do you want to lose the blindfold?”
Maisie shook her head.
“A ‘mind-blowing experience,’ you say. How far are you willing to go?”
“It’s my birthday. I wish to go as far as you want to take me, Lady A.”
Lady A cracked the whip gently on Maisie’s thigh.
Instincts born of years of experience told her that Maisie was less about the pain and more about the pleasure.
Lady A could certainly accommodate those desires.
She stood in front of Maisie and leaned in again, allowing her lips to tease Maisie’s this time.
“Are you sure this is what you desire?”
Maisie’s entire body shivered, causing the chains to rattle slightly. “Yes.”
“And you realize that this is a one-time thing? There will be no repeat and no relationship. Outside of this room, our roles remain as they always were.”
“Y-yes. My desire is for one magical hour. With you.”
Anastasia Grant pulled her Lexus into her garage and cut the engine.
With a sigh, she pressed her head back against the headrest and closed her eyes.
She should have been in her pajamas by now, relaxing with Derek.
In an ideal world, she would have already been in bed and asleep by three a.m. at the latest. That deadline had long passed.
The best Anya could hope for now was a quick snack, a quick cuddle, and a long nap before she had to get up and start all over.
Unfortunately, her mind was racing. She rarely regretted the things she did in her chambers.
But now she had to analyze why tonight was different.