Retraining the Dom (2 page)

“Done that.”

“Hmm.”
She
made a face. “Well, I know the air would turn blue if you tried putting a
Master in charge of Trey’s retraining, if not murder committed on the
premises.” She laughed at the image she had conjured up.

“Yup.
Try
telling me something new. Or even better come up with a solution.” Sean could
hear the desperation in his own voice.

Olivia was silent for a few moments as she seemed to
think through the dilemma. “Okay, how about teaming him with someone physically
strong enough that he will think twice, like Mike?” A wrestler by profession,
Mike was built like a brick wall.

“I asked. He won’t do it. And I agree. They’d just
kill each other.”

A few more seconds went by, and then she said, “Here’s
another idea. How about a using female, one of the Mistresses, but a resilient
one? One he can’t dominate even if she is a Dominatrix. It’s more subtle than
using a Dom.”

Sean stared at Olivia in astonishment. She wasn’t
looking at him, but he knew that was
exactly
what he needed. “That is
absolutely
brilliant
! And I’ve got just the person in mind.”

She swiveled her head around to look at him.
“Who?”

He grinned at her. “So what are
you
doing at this moment?”

Chapter
One

The door slammed
against the frame, and Olivia jumped in her chair. She was sitting in Sean’s
office, behind his desk, in fact, waiting for Trey. She had hoped sitting here
would give her some degree of authority.

Damn
it! I’m a
Domme
. I’ve been one for over twenty years.
I shouldn't be intimidated
. She had to show she was the Mistress
in this room. It was the hardest challenge she had ever faced, even harder than
becoming a Dominant in the first place when she was a natural submissive. But
there had been reasons why that had happened—big reasons. However, they weren’t
ones she wanted to think about now as it would confuse the issue. She had a
task to undertake, although she wasn’t sure how Sean had conned her into this
when he had asked her the other day.

"What the
fuck is this, Sean?"

The man who had
charged in like an angry bull came to a sudden halt in the middle of the room
and peered around, clearly looking for the object of his dissatisfaction,
namely the owner of the club. When he didn’t see him Trey turned back to
Olivia.

“So where is he,
Livvy
? Where’s the bastard who had the balls to send
me
this
?” He screwed up the paper he
was holding, disgust evident on his face, and threw it in the direction of the
nearby bin.

Olivia braced
herself for their confrontation calling on everything she had learned in two
decades of being a
Domme
. Lifting her chin she looked
Trey straight in the eye trying to hold his gaze. It wasn't easy. He lifted an
arrogant eyebrow as if to question her actions.

She got in
first. "My name is Olivia, Trey. Remember it.
Mistress
Olivia." Until now, being equals, she had ignored his
continued use of her nickname. Actually it wasn't even one she personally used.
He was the only person to say it. Everyone else respected her
Domme
status and called her by her full name, except Trey.
She had always put it down to his arrogance.

Well,
it can’t continue. Not if I’m going to train him.

When he burst
out laughing she sighed, unsurprised by his reaction. She knew it wasn’t going
to be easy.

Crossing his
arms over his chest Trey haughtily demanded an answer. “What is going on,
Livvy
? Oh, forgive me. Mistress
Olivia
!”

Ignoring the
sarcasm she rested her elbows on the table clasping her hands together, giving
him a patronizing look back. “And I thought you more intelligent than that,
Trey. You read the notice, didn’t you? It states that you are required to go on
the Club’s Retraining Program.” Olivia took her time saying “retraining”,
emphasizing it very slightly.

Trey scoffed. “That’s
for subs.”

“Uh-uh.” Olivia was
more confident now, aware that she had the slight edge on him as she knew more
about it than he did. “There is a Dom Retraining program, too, you know.”

She watched him
closely. His face was tight, body tense with coiled anger. “Why the shit should
I go on that? I’ve been a Dom for years.”

“Call it a
‘refresher course’ instead, for those people who forget everything they’ve
learned.” She was starting to feel in charge of this conversation and relaxed
back in the chair, toying with a pen making it seem like she was not interested
in what he was saying.

Trey’s scowl
turned into a glare. “So why isn’t Sean telling me this? He’s such a sniveling
coward, hiding behind a woman. I wouldn’t put it past him to be cowering under
that desk, hiding under your skirts, metaphorically speaking, of course, since
you probably aren’t wearing one, as usual.”

Okay,
now it’s time for the truth. But how to tell him I’m to be his trainer?
Olivia resisted taking a deep breath as that might seem that she lacked
confidence, and she didn’t dare do that with him of all people.
Maybe a different tack might work
. She
narrowed her eyes as she considered the idea that just came to her. Instead of
trying to dominate him—which was a sheer impossibility—she’d try to befriend
him.

Smiling, she
leaned forward, bending her head as if she was about to give away a
confidential secret and nodded to the chair in front of the table. Keeping her
voice low, she said, “Sit down, Trey. Come on, take a seat.”

He didn’t move
for a moment, eyeing her suspiciously, and then he reluctantly sat, spreading
his thighs wide as some men have a habit of doing. Olivia glanced at the bulge
in his pants. Even at rest it was impressive.

“Well?”

Olivia looked up
startled, guilty being caught staring. A little flustered, she clasped her
hands together trying to avoid trembling. “Look, Trey, we’re equals, and I know
as well as you do it’s somewhat ridiculous that a Dom of your standing could
have someone else trying to tell you what to do. So, instead of me retraining
you, how about we do just enough ‘refreshing stuff’ to mollify Sean.”

Expecting an
outburst, she held her breath. Trying to keep calm she waited, slightly impatiently,
her fingers clenched together as she watched him intently. Trey’s face was a
picture of incredulity. Was that good or bad? Would he accede to her dominance?

“You!
You
train
me
?”

Before he could
continue that thought, Olivia jumped in. “Now what did I just say? I couldn’t
possibility ‘train’ you, despite probably having as much experience as you. So instead
let’s just work together and learn from each other. Who knows? We may pick up a
few tricks that the other one didn’t know. Hey, that would be good.
A mutual sharing of our practices.
And in the meantime Sean
will be appeased.” She beamed brightly at him, pretending a self-assurance she
didn’t have, but hoping it looked like she did.

When he stared
fiercely her heart started thumping. She’d seen that look before, and it wasn’t
good. He wasn’t going along with this.
Well,
it is a rather stupid ploy. But how the hell can I dominate him, Mr. Authority
himself?
She tried to recall, once again, how Sean had managed to persuade
her into this appalling situation. All she could remember was the angst in his
voice and excitement in his face when he’d asked her if she would consider
doing Trey’s retraining.

“Okay.”

She blinked.
Really?
He’s agreeing?

While she was still
gob-smacked Trey continued. “I
 
still think
there is something fishy going on, but before I consider this idiotic idea
further, tell me why Sean says I’ve got to go on this retraining-refreshing
program, whatever it’s called.” Trey seemed to have calmed a little, although
his voice was somewhat agitated.

Olivia was amazed
that he hadn’t walked out yet. Maybe she was coming over as more assertive than
she thought. The question now was how does one tell a Dom he’s crap at what he
does?

Hell!

Deciding more “buddy”
stuff was needed Olivia got up and retrieved some beers from Sean’s mini-fridge,
taking the tops off before slowly returning to the desk, taking time to compose
her thoughts. She avoided looking at his face in case his hard countenance made
her legs turn to jelly. For years she had managed to control her subs by
choosing ones who were intimidated by her physical presence and the “Dom look”
she perfected. This included power clothes, bright colors, in particular, red—no
white or pastel in her wardrobe—much of it leather. Her dark hair severely
brushed and tied back. Some
Doms
had beards and
tattoos. Well, she couldn’t do much about the former, but she had a few of the
latter, including one she kept hidden.

But despite this,
there were certain people she avoided because they could dominate the hell out
of her. Trey was one of those, so she was still stunned that she had agreed to
take him on.

Perching her leather-clad
butt on the corner of the desk, she rested the toe of one shoe on the arm of
his chair, but smiled inwardly when the Dom in Trey responded by placing his
opposite foot on the table next to her.

Stalemate.

As she handed
Trey a bottle their fingers touched, and a shiver went up her back. That sort
of surprised her, but didn’t. He might be controlling, but he was a very attractive
commanding hunk of a man, one who made her pussy weep. It was a shame she
couldn’t act on that instinct.

Hoping he hadn’t
noticed the slight jolt between them she
clinked
bottles in camaraderie. “Look, Trey. I’m sure you had every reason to get
carried away with the sub the other night … what was her name again?”

Olivia made a
silent bet that he didn’t remember.

He didn’t answer
immediately.
Just looked at her suspiciously.
“She had
it coming.”

Yup,
he doesn’t remember.
It fitted in with the profile of him
that she was beginning to piece together ever since Sean dropped this on her.
Trey really didn’t give his subs any consideration at all. They could be a
piece of equipment for all he cared. She wondered whether he ever did or if there
had been an incident to make him that way.

It was something
to contemplate, but in the meantime Olivia deliberately mentioned the sub’s
name. “I’m sure Marilyn did deserve her punishment.”

Trey winced when
she reminded him of the sub’s name.

That’s
intriguing.
She kept pushing, determined to see how much he
would tell her. “But did you really have to go that far with her?”

“She’s a pain
slut. She wanted it.” Trey’s response was too quick, too practiced, too
arrogant.

“And
the insults?”

He shrugged his
shoulders. “Some subs get off on degradation.”

“But in her case
she was saying her safe word.”

“I—I didn’t hear
her. It was a mistake, and I apologized.” He dropped his foot and slouched in
his chair. There was a defensive tone in his manner and voice now. This was
unusual for Trey. He was the sort to take the offensive first.

More food for thought.

“Yes, I know. It
was enough that Sean didn’t throw you out immediately. But there have been
complaints from others, too, not just Marilyn. In fact, it was the last straw for
Sean as he’d had several protests about your conduct lately, hence why he felt
the need to arrange this retraining.”

It was a good
thing Olivia was watching his body language closely. As Trey surged to his feet,
smoking with anger, the beer sloshing wildly in his bottle, she got out of the
way quickly so he didn’t corner her against the desk. Backing up a step so he
didn’t dominate her, since he was as tall as she was even in her killer heels,
she pretended to place her bottle on the table.

“Complaints?”
His
voice was deceptively quiet, belying his edgy body language, fingers tightly
gripping the bottle he held.

“Yep.
Quite a number.”
Olivia hoped he didn’t hear the quiver in
her voice.

“Do you know how
many years I’ve been a Dom?” He walked toward her, coming face to face as he
snarled at her. She held her ground, tilting her chin up, metallic grey eyes
full of anger against her own, light brown with orange tints. She’d been told
in the past that her eyes were warm. But now she hoped they reflected strength
and determination.

“I do know
you’ve been doing this a long time. Maybe that’s the problem. You need to be
reminded of the basics.” She regretted that as soon as it was out of her mouth.