felt pride in his
trainees.
“Excellent,
next week we’ll have a match night with some of the available Doms and Dommes
and see if we can help them connect with someone.”
“That
works,” Masaun confirmed.
Zach
gave him a sharp nod and strolled off toward the back hall where semi-private
rooms were located.
The
rear door to the club opened and Masaun glanced in that direction, seeing his
brother enter, alone. Dressed in standard dark apparel like most of the Doms,
Sweet made a direct line to the bar. After ordering a soda, his brother glanced
around, eyes blank as he waited to be served. Sweet’s stare met his, paused and
held for a brief moment. Masaun didn’t approach him, knowing Sweet had to work
out his own demons on his own. Giving his brother a sharp nod, it was returned
before Sweet turned his attention to the soda now set before him.
Masaun
shifted his focus back to his trainees, going from one to the other, assuring
himself that they were all doing well. There was a weight of discontent in his
gut, as it was every time he was close to completing his time with new submissive
trainees. None of them were his. If he connected with anyone he was training,
there was nothing that said he could not take them on as his own. But other
than a pseudo-parental admiration for what they accomplished while under his
guidance, he felt nothing.
No
tug to his heart or his groin. It had been that way for him too many years to
start counting. Briefly, he allowed his gaze to travel around the crowd in the
dungeon. His sights alighted on a black woman wrapped with silk shibari ropes
and hanging four feet from the floor below a beam structure. The woman lay
still, assured in her Dom’s ability to suspend her there, and her features were
relaxed in peace.
The
view caused his mind to open the mental door he had closed on images and
thoughts of Kindle for the night. His body immediately responded and his heart
began to thump hard in his chest and his cock pulsed with each strong beat in
his pants. Unlike this woman who was relaxed and uninhibited by the stressors
of the world, Kindle was not.
He
could not stop himself from pondering what Kindle would look like displayed
like any of his trainees, or simply unrestrained. Would a woman like her ever
be able to relinquish control to someone else, even for a moment, a night, a
scene? No, his mind declared. Over the years he had seen many women and men
find they were unable to submit or even properly lead because they couldn’t let
go of the traps around their mind.
However,
his gut disagreed and brought to mind the image of Kindle remaining still for
the briefest of moments in her office. Her body responding to his command. But,
was that all she would be capable of, this small subconscious reaction?
“Ohh…nooooo.”
The sound of Bambi climaxing and the two plastic cups of soda crashing to the
floor drew his mind away from Kindle.
Locking
away thoughts of the sexy lawyer, Masaun flicked the switch in his pocket to
turn on Seondeok’s butterfly as he crossed to the bar to take care of Bambi.
Tomorrow
night would be soon enough to discover how far he would be able to push Kindle
toward her true nature.
CHAPTER Five
Kindle
checked the clock again for the tenth time. She had an hour and a half before
the time she was due to meet Masaun for dinner and she stood in her room as she
had for over an hour—bra and panties only. She pulled out one outfit after
another and still she could not decide.
“This
probably means I should just cancel. It’s a sign.” However, she knew she didn’t
believe in signs. What she did know was that Masaun Hawkes did something to
her. He stirred something deep inside of her that made her both apprehensive
and excited. The excitement that bubbled up from within her when she saw him or
even heard his voice over the phone was what caused fear to sit in a back
corner of her stomach.
No
man should be so
trainees.
“Excellent,
next week we’ll have a match night with some of the available Doms and Dommes
and see if we can help them connect with someone.”
“That
works,” Masaun confirmed.
Zach
gave him a sharp nod and strolled off toward the back hall where semi-private
rooms were located.
The
rear door to the club opened and Masaun glanced in that direction, seeing his
brother enter, alone. Dressed in standard dark apparel like most of the Doms,
Sweet made a direct line to the bar. After ordering a soda, his brother glanced
around, eyes blank as he waited to be served. Sweet’s stare met his, paused and
held for a brief moment. Masaun didn’t approach him, knowing Sweet had to work
out his own demons on his own. Giving his brother a sharp nod, it was returned
before Sweet turned his attention to the soda now set before him.
Masaun
shifted his focus back to his trainees, going from one to the other, assuring
himself that they were all doing well. There was a weight of discontent in his
gut, as it was every time he was close to completing his time with new submissive
trainees. None of them were his. If he connected with anyone he was training,
there was nothing that said he could not take them on as his own. But other
than a pseudo-parental admiration for what they accomplished while under his
guidance, he felt nothing.
No
tug to his heart or his groin. It had been that way for him too many years to
start counting. Briefly, he allowed his gaze to travel around the crowd in the
dungeon. His sights alighted on a black woman wrapped with silk shibari ropes
and hanging four feet from the floor below a beam structure. The woman lay
still, assured in her Dom’s ability to suspend her there, and her features were
relaxed in peace.
The
view caused his mind to open the mental door he had closed on images and
thoughts of Kindle for the night. His body immediately responded and his heart
began to thump hard in his chest and his cock pulsed with each strong beat in
his pants. Unlike this woman who was relaxed and uninhibited by the stressors
of the world, Kindle was not.
He
could not stop himself from pondering what Kindle would look like displayed
like any of his trainees, or simply unrestrained. Would a woman like her ever
be able to relinquish control to someone else, even for a moment, a night, a
scene? No, his mind declared. Over the years he had seen many women and men
find they were unable to submit or even properly lead because they couldn’t let
go of the traps around their mind.
However,
his gut disagreed and brought to mind the image of Kindle remaining still for
the briefest of moments in her office. Her body responding to his command. But,
was that all she would be capable of, this small subconscious reaction?
“Ohh…nooooo.”
The sound of Bambi climaxing and the two plastic cups of soda crashing to the
floor drew his mind away from Kindle.
Locking
away thoughts of the sexy lawyer, Masaun flicked the switch in his pocket to
turn on Seondeok’s butterfly as he crossed to the bar to take care of Bambi.
Tomorrow
night would be soon enough to discover how far he would be able to push Kindle
toward her true nature.
CHAPTER Five
Kindle
checked the clock again for the tenth time. She had an hour and a half before
the time she was due to meet Masaun for dinner and she stood in her room as she
had for over an hour—bra and panties only. She pulled out one outfit after
another and still she could not decide.
“This
probably means I should just cancel. It’s a sign.” However, she knew she didn’t
believe in signs. What she did know was that Masaun Hawkes did something to
her. He stirred something deep inside of her that made her both apprehensive
and excited. The excitement that bubbled up from within her when she saw him or
even heard his voice over the phone was what caused fear to sit in a back
corner of her stomach.
No
man should be so
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