Authors: Sky Corgan
“
Borrrring,”
she dragged the word out, giving me an unamused look.
“
What
do you mean boring?” I quirked an eyebrow, feeling frustrated
already.
“
I'm
more of a hands-on learner. I figured we could go through the
motions, and you could just correct me when I do something wrong.”
“
You
need to know the basics though,” I insisted.
“
I
do know the basics. I have the internet too.” Talia snatched
the stack of papers from my hands, slapping it down on the coffee
table with a hard smack. When she did this, my eyes were drawn past
the table to the sofa, where there was a riding crop laying
haphazardly across the cushion.
“
What
did you have in mind?”
“
I
figured I'd boss you around today, get a good feel for what being a
Mistress is like before we invest a whole bunch of time in this.”
I sighed at her
stubbornness, “What makes you think I'm going to let you boss
me around?”
“
Because
you're my friend, and that's what friends do, right?” She
jutted out her bottom lip into an adorable pout, and I groaned
internally at myself, feeling my cock come to life in my pants,
knowing I would do whatever it took to get her in bed.
“
Fine,”
I relented with a huff, rolling my eyes to show my discontent. Talia
didn't seem to notice at all, too pleased at the fact I had let her
get her way.
“
Good.
So.” She tossed herself down on the sofa, picking up the riding
crop and bouncing it on her knee while she stared up at me with the
best dominant expression she could muster. “First thing's
first. You will address me as Domina from now on.”
“
Tch.
I guess this means we're skipping consideration and the trial and all
of that then.”
Talia bit her bottom
lip, averting her eyes in thought. “We're just going to role
play for now, okay?”
“
You
need to understand that this isn't a game to a lot of people.”
“
I
know.” Her anger flared, and I couldn't help but smirk at her
bratty demeanor. “Wipe that smile off your face right now,
slave!”
“
Slave?”
I hooted. “I don't think so.”
“
Micah,
please,” she whined, which only kept my smile locked in place.
“I'm trying to be serious.”
“
You
certainly aren't acting serious.”
“
I
am acting serious. You're just not taking me seriously.”
“
I
only know you as a submissive. It's hard for me to take you seriously
as a Domme.”
“
Could
you at least try?” Talia gave me puppy eyes, and I melted,
trying to still the chuckling inside my chest.
“
Domina,”
I coughed, suppressing the urge to laugh. “I mean yes, Domina.”
“
That's
better.” She straightened herself, looking pleased.
“
Why
aren't you wearing your little outfit?”
“
Because
you didn't take me seriously in it.” Talia crossed her arms
over her chest, looking even more childish than before. Damn but her
childish attitude sparked something carnal inside of me. It was
taking everything in my power not to advance on her, to tangle my
fingers into her hair, crush my lips against hers, and take her right
there on the sofa.
“
I
liked it though.”
“
I
know you did. It gave you a boner.” She poked at my crotch with
the riding crop, and I took a step back, surprised by her boldness.
“
What
did you expect?” I shrugged.
“
Less
talking, more obeying.” Talia slapped the leather flapper of
the riding crop against my hip, and I jumped in surprise.
“
Ow.
Geez. We haven't even started yet.”
“
Don't
be a baby.”
“
I'm
not. You're just being a brat.”
She slapped me
again. “Don't call me a brat.”
“
Fine,”
I huffed.
“
Where
did you get that anyway?”
She looked at the
riding crop thoughtfully. “I've had it for a while. It was the
first thing I bought when I started learning about BDSM.”
“
Ah,
I see.”
“
Is
there something odd about that?”
“
No.
I guess I just didn't expect you to have any toys.”
“
It's
one of a few BDSM things I own. You'll see the others later, I'm
sure,” her voice returned to a more dominant tone.
“
Alright,
so how do you want to do this, Domina?” I tried not to make the
question sound mocking.
“
Like
I said, I'm going to boss you around today and see how I feel about
it. Since I'm in charge, I make the rules, and I expect you to obey
them.”
“
Yes,
ma'am.”
“
Domina!”
She slapped me with the flogger again.
“
Yes,
Domina.”
Damn was it hard not
to grin. Talia was so fucking adorable when she was trying to be
assertive. So fucking delicious. I wanted to turn the tables on her
so badly, to give her what I thought she was really craving, what we
were both craving. She might not feel like a submissive after Chet,
but I didn't think that dominating was in her blood either.
Hopefully, she'd figure that out soon and we could drop the bullshit.
“
Get
undressed,” Talia told me, leaning back and gesturing at me
with the riding crop as if she planned to strike me again if I didn't
obey.
“
Yes,
Domina,” I replied, gripping the bottom of my shirt and pulling
it over my head.
If she liked what
she saw, I couldn't tell. She simply stared at me blankly, as if she
was seeing right through me. I continued to undress, kneeling down to
take off my shoes and socks before I stood to unbuckle my belt. All
the while, she sat there as quiet as a mouse, assessing me. Just the
thought of being naked in her presence aroused me, the possibilities
of what it could lead to, and I felt myself stiffening by the time I
started unbuttoning my pants. When I finished pulling them down and
kicking them to the side, I stood before her, gazing into her dead
expression, trying to read what she was thinking.
Talia moved to the
edge of her seat and licked her lips, making no attempt to hide the
fact that she was staring straight at my junk. Just watching her
little pink tongue dart out of her mouth took my desire to a whole
new level. I thought about invading that pretty mouth, seeking out
her tongue to taste it, feeling it play on the ridges of my cock.
There was so much that could be done with that tongue, so many dirty
things.
“
You're
not done,” she said, drawing me out of my fantasy.
“
Domina?”
“
Your
boxers. Take them off.”
“
Yes,
Domina.” I smirked as I hooked my thumbs around the waistband
of my boxers before pulling them down over my hips and letting them
fall to the ground.
Talia continued to
stare, her expression betraying no hint of desire. Then she stood,
walking around the coffee table to look me up and down like she was
inspecting a piece of meat. She slapped the flapper of the riding
crop against her palm as she circled me like a shark, never meeting
my eyes.
“
A
fine specimen,” Talia said in a tone so serious that I almost
couldn't keep from laughing. When she heard me stifling a chuckle,
she slapped me again with the riding crop. This time it actually
stung, making me grit my teeth in annoyance. “Quiet, slave.”
I thought about telling her that I wasn't a fucking slave, but I
didn't want to get slapped again. Pain wasn't my forte unless it came
in the form of fingernails clawing down my back, hands tugging on my
hair, or teeth pressing into my neck.
When Talia finished
looking over every inch of my naked body, she returned to the sofa,
sitting and staring at my dick again. Each second that ticked by
turned arousal into awkwardness. It bugged me that I couldn't tell
what she was thinking, or if she was thinking about anything at all.
After several more
silent seconds, she raised the riding crop, and I tensed as she
pressed the flapper to the base of my cock, stroking down my length.
The sensation might have been pleasurable if I wasn't so worried
about her slapping me with it.
“
If
you do what I think you're going to do, this little game is over,”
I warned her.
She gave me an
intrigued look. “What do you think I'm going to do?”
“
I
don't know, but I'm not into CBT.”
“
CBT?”
“
Cock
and ball torture. If you hit my dick with that, I'm done.”
Talia knitted her
brows in offense. “I would never hurt you. I just wanted to
touch you.”
“
Oh.”
I felt guilty for being so stern with her, though I wasn't sure why.
My concern was legitimate, and since we hadn't done the typical
pre-play interview, I thought it was important for her to know.
I tried to relax as
she continued touching me with the riding crop, enjoying the strange
sensation of the smooth leather moving over my erect shaft. She
teased me from base to tip, making careful calculated passes up and
down my manhood, causing it to twitch from the attention. The whole
time, my eyes were locked onto hers. Just the thought that she wanted
to touch me lit a fire in my loins, amplifying my desire for her.
Finally, she tired,
pulling the riding crop away and sitting back. My interest in her
next move was definitely piqued, and I could hardly wait for the
grand finale.
“
Domina,”
I said softly.
“
Hm?”
Talia looked up at my face as if coming out of a dream.
“
What
do you require of me now?”
“
I
think I want to see how a collar would look on you.” She stood
and went into the bedroom, her chipper mood returning.
Confused about what
she wanted me to do, I stood there at parade rest, waiting patiently,
thinking about how I couldn't believe I was actually going through
with this. I'd never worn a collar before, and while I knew we were
just playing, the thought of giving her so much power annoyed me. It
felt like my dominance was being sloughed off with each passing
moment, and every cell in my body fought the urge to reclaim it.
Before I had a
chance to go mad from thinking, Talia came around the corner with
collar in hand. It was a simple black leather collar with O-rings,
one I was certain Chet had bought for her during her time as his
submissive. She walked up behind me and looped it around my neck,
standing on tiptoe to fasten it in place. The thing felt stifling,
further cutting off my dominance.
“
There,”
she said, coming back around me to admire her handy work. “I
think that suits you nicely.”
“
I
hate it,” I grumbled.
“
Shush.”
Talia slapped me on the hip with her palm, since the riding crop had
not re-emerged from her bedroom. She walked back around the coffee
table and sat down, looking up at me with that disturbing blank stare
that made me shift uncomfortably.
“
Sooo,
are you just going to stare at me now?” I asked, thankful that
I was out of arm's reach, so she couldn't smack me again.
“
I
could if I wanted to.”
“
That
wouldn't be much fun.”
“
It
would be for me. You're rather fun to look at, all aroused and
drippy.” Talia smirked at my cock, which only made it twitch
back to life.