Playing Dom (8 page)

I quirked an eyebrow
at her. “It's not the outfit that makes you a good Domme.”

“
But
it will make men more likely to obey me. Men like sexy outfits, yes?”

“
Yes,”
I hesitated, picturing her in all sorts of different outfits, though
most of them were admittedly subby. In truth, she'd look good in just
about anything, especially naked. Yes, when would we get to the naked
part. Hopefully soon. Maybe if I played along enough, she'd reward me
for it.

“
So,
let's go shopping.”

“
Shopping?
Now? You mean online, right?”

“
Nope.
We're going to the porn store.”

I snorted in
amusement. “Why would you want to go there?”

“
Because
it's the only place with kinky outfits that's open this late.”

“
You're
not going to get anything of quality at a porn store. Most of their
shit is costumey.”

“
That's
why I'm taking you with me. You'll steer me clear of bad decisions.
Besides, even if all they have is something costumey, this is just
going to be for practice anyway. I can buy a nice outfit later, when
I've earned my Mistress stripes.”

“
If
you say so.” I smirked, wondering what I had got myself into.

CHAPTER FIVE

We walked the row of
costumes lining the wall, each one with a gorgeous busty model on the
cover. I could only hope I'd look half as attractive when I shimmied
into one of the tight PVC ensembles.

Micah was right.
Most of them looked like they wouldn't hold together for more than a
few wears. The material was thin and cheap, but the prices were high.

It tickled me that
he had given in to my request to teach me more about the lifestyle.
In all honesty, I hadn't expected him to say yes, but I had hoped. He
was easily enough to manipulate, as most men were, with a giggle and
a smile. Chet had been the only man able to resist my feminine wiles,
and that had come back to bite me in the ass. While I had always
wanted a dominant man in my life, I quickly learned that I also
needed a pliable one. The unbending kind weren't fun at all.

“
What
about this one?” I asked, pulling a package off the shelf and
holding it up to Micah. The woman on the cover was wearing a
high-waist corset skirt with a white blouse beneath. It was sexy, but
not too revealing.

“
It
looks nice, almost teacherish.” He glanced at the model on the
cover and then at me, perhaps imagining what I'd look like in the
outfit.

“
I
was thinking more sexy secretary.”

“
Or
that.” His eyes trailed across the line of costumes, but he
didn't seem particularly interested in any of them.

“
Help
me pick something out,” I told him as I placed the costume back
on the rack.

“
You're
the one who is going to be wearing it.”

“
I
don't like being so covered up. How about this?” I asked,
holding up a package that contained a PVC basque with matching lace
panties. The basque laced up the front and had cute PVC ruffles
lining the top of the bust. It was both extremely revealing and sexy.

Micah's face lit up
when he looked at it, and a smirk played across his lips.

“
You
like?” I waggled my eyebrows at him, making him laugh.

“
You'd
look gorgeous in it,” he admitted, “but it screams sub.”

“
Fuck
it. I love it. I'm buying it. My money. My rules.”

“
Fine
by me.” He threw his hands up in surrender, the smile never
leaving his face.

Buying the outfit
defeated the purpose of trying to look dominant, but I figured that
all I really needed to dominate men was my sexual prowess. We would
know soon enough.

When we got back to
my apartment, I sat Micah down on the sofa while I went into my
bedroom to try the new outfit on. It looked every bit as good on me
as I had imagined, though my boobs were larger than the models, so I
ended up with bitchin' cleavage.

Even though the
costume looked amazingly sexy, I couldn't help but be a bit
disappointed in myself for buying it. Micah had a real problem with
people deviating from the traditional lifestyle, and the outfit
definitely was not traditional Mistress to him. Would he not be able
to take me seriously in it? I guessed I would just have to try ten
times harder on my act to make him see that I could be a good
Mistress. And even if it didn't work out, at least I had a new piece
of lingerie to enjoy.

I spent a few
minutes curling my hair and fixing my makeup before deciding it was
time for the big reveal. For some reason, I felt oddly nervous
exposing myself to Micah. Maybe it was because I was concerned about
his critical thinking. Perhaps it was because I knew what his
expectations were. I'd be presenting myself to him half naked, and
he'd already proven to be sexually responsive just from being around
me. Would doing this just be an invitation for him?

You're in
control,
I reminded myself.
That's what being a Mistress is
about. Things will happen the way you want them to, or they won't
happen at all. You'll have to make him understand that.

I took a deep breath
and approaching my bedroom door. The plan had been to walk out with
confidence in my step, but instead, I ended up peaking around the
corner like a timid little mouse. Micah was hunched over on the sofa
with his head hanging low, staring at the carpet. It gave me a good
opportunity to rally up my confidence before coming around the
corner.

“
What
do you think?” I asked, pointing at myself with both hands.

His gaze turned to
me, and he straightened himself, an appreciative smirk quickly
crossing his lips. “Sexy.”

“
Dominant,”
I said before sitting next to him.

“
If
you say so.”

“
I
do. I like it, and I'm the Mistress, so I decide what's dominant and
what's not.”

He leaned back and
furrowed his brow. “Your bruises are still there.”

“
I'm
a slow healer.” I shrugged. “At least they don't hurt
anymore.”

“
Have
you been doing all the things I told you?”

“
I
was for a few days, and it did help. They can heal on their own from
here.”

“
It
still pisses me off that he did that to you.”

Micah's eyes were
incredibly intense, and I could almost feel anger radiating from him.
It made me happy that he genuinely seemed to care about me, and
sparked other emotions that I wanted to stifle down. The last thing I
needed was to jump into a relationship with another guy who had to be
in control. That had not served me well with Chet. No, I needed to be
in control, no matter what, to make sure that I was never abused
again. It was strange to think how much my time with Chet had altered
me, changed me as a person.

“
So,
are you busy tomorrow?” I asked.

“
Why?”

“
I
thought we could get started.”

“
We
could get started tonight.”

I felt his
fingertips on my thigh, sending a shiver all the way through my
spine. They brushed across my skin softly, and my body responded
against my will, a needy part of me coming to life, the part of me
that wanted to be held and kissed and forcefully taken. I had
anticipated this though, that he would advance on me. He was a man,
after all, and I was scantily clad and available. This would not
happen unless I was in control of it though. Those were my rules.

With a deep internal
sigh, I placed my hand on top of his, crushing it flat like a bug
before brushing it off of my leg. He gave me a confused look that I
refused to play into. Damn was it hard though. He was a lady-killer,
but he would not take me down with that sexy expression. Not tonight
at least.

“
Tomorrow,”
I said firmly. “It's getting late. I think you should go.”

“
Well
that sounds more authoritative,” he teased me with a gorgeous
smile.

“
I'm
working on it.” I winked at him before standing to show him to
the door.

My heart was
pounding as he followed me, knowing he was probably looking me up and
down with perverted thoughts playing in his head. Would he be able to
keep his hands off of me? I hoped so, because in all honesty, I
wasn't that far from caving. He was such a nice guy. Kind, patient,
funny, attractive. But he was also a Dom, even if he claimed not to
be, and I had to remind myself that Chet was very similar when I
first met him. Guys like them had dark sides that I'd be better off
staying away from.

I
opened the door and he stepped outside, turning toward me and gazing
up at the sky.
“
So,
tomorrow then?” Micah said before looking down at me.

“
Tomorrow.”
I nodded.

“
Good
night, beautiful Talia.” He leaned forward, and my breath
hitched as he gently cupped my cheek, brushing his thumb across my
bottom lip. His eyes were fixed on my mouth, and as I looked into
them, I felt like I had been drawn under some type of spell. I
couldn't move, couldn't breath. All I could do was stare at him and
silently yell at myself for being so weak. This was it. I was lost. I
knew it.

Our lips met like a
whisper. My mouth parted to receive him, feeling greedy with need,
but by that time, he was already pulling away. Heat coursed through
me as I silently begged for more.

“
Sleep
sweet, angel,” Micah said softly before leaving me there in the
doorway, staring at him dumbstruck, silently screaming for him to
come back.

CHAPTER SIX

It took everything I
had to walk away from her, to control the beast in me that had fully
awakened and was raring to go. Talia had been through too much for me
not to respect her wishes though. All I needed was a taste. I
couldn't leave without feeling those lips against mine. My body
wouldn't allow it. And oh how soft she had been, every bit as much as
I had imagined.

On the drive home, I
tried to distract my mind from sex by thinking about the curriculum
I'd put together for her. In truth, I didn't know much about being a
Domme. I mean I'm sure it's not much different from being a Dom, but
trying to see things from the feminine side was a bit strange. Maybe
it was best to approach it from a gender-neutral aspect, to tell her
the basic rules and let her take it from there.

When I got home, I
turned on my computer and started doing research. Most of the stuff I
knew by heart already, but it would be good for her to have paper
references. I killed an ink cartridge printing out contracts and
rules and lists, everything I could find that was relevant and real.
The task took me until almost three o'clock in the morning, and by
that time I was too exhausted to jack off, though I still tried. It
was a fall asleep with dick in hand night.

I woke up the next
morning and finished the job, then went to the gym, came home and
took a shower, got ready to go to Talia's apartment, grabbed the
paperwork, and headed out. Talia opened the door with the same
amazing smile she had worn the night before, and I found myself
focusing on her lips, wanting to kiss them again.

“
Good
morning, Mister Payton,” she said in a chipper voice.

“
We're
going formal now, are we?” I teased. “But you messed up.
It should be Sir Micah.”

“
Pfft.
No Sir for you.” Talia turned on her heels and led me inside.
My eyes instantly fell to her ass, contained in a pair of tight black
skinny jeans. I wanted to wrap my hands around it and squeeze. Damn,
it was hard to behave myself around her.

“
So,”
I began once we were inside. “I printed out a bunch of stuff
for you, all the essentials. There are sample submissive contracts,
lists of kinks, and some general good reading material for Dommes.”