Page 53 of Pierced

I continue to rub the mark. “But I had to, slave. You understand that, right?”

He stands up straighter when he realizes he has to answer me. “Um. Yes… Mistress.”

I press my body up to his back, leaning in to smell his cologne because I can’t help myself, and then press my lips up to his neck and whisper, “Very good.”

I stay like that for a moment, letting him decide what to do next.

He stays silent.

So once again I whisper, “Very good.”

I rub the short riding crop up and down the outside of his thigh. Tracing the outline of his muscle. My other hand reaches around his waist, flat against his stomach. I let it slide down. Just a little. Just enough to bump into the base of his cock.

I can tell he’s already getting hard and I wish, for just a moment, that I didn’t have the gloves on.

If I were really training a slave I’d punish him for that too. I’d let him know just who owns that cock of his by putting it in a cage.

But I’m not training him. This is nothing more than an entry-level session that ends on Friday and then he’ll never be back. And I have plans for him tonight so that level of commitment isn’t required.

“Are you ready to give yourself to me?” I ask, pulling away from him and continuing my circle. I stop right in front of him, legs wide apart, and slap my palm with my crop.

“I’m ready,” he breathes. Looking down, I notice his cock is fully hard.

Hmmm. I honestly didn’t expect Pierce to get turned on so fast. I must be slipping. In the old days I’d have my new slave far too frightened to even be thinking about fucking.

I slap the side of his thigh with my crop.

“Fuck! Mistress,” he says, correcting himself.

I smile and turn, slowly walking across the room towards the bed. “You’re a very quick learner.” I turn to face him again. “Look at me.”

He lifts his head up and meets my gaze.

“What do you see?”

The way he scrunches up his face in confusion makes me want to smile. He wrestles with his answer for a few seconds, then says, “A very beautiful woman?”

There’s no snark in that reply. In fact, it comes out quite sincere. So sincere I have doubts. Not about his reply, but about what I’m doing.

He’s showing me a vulnerability that will change my opinion of him forever.

But I’m showing him mine too.

I don’t think I’ve ever considered that before. Not with the other men I used to take down to my dungeon, at least.

He’s seeing a part of me I didn’t want seen. I’m not embarrassed of it. Not at all. But I left the lifestyle behind. I thought I was done with it for good.

And now here I am.

With my boss.

I realize he’s looking at me funny. I realize the silence has gone on too long. I realize… I have to make the next move.

It’s suddenly hard. Being in control.

And to be sure, I’m almost never out of control, even in the old working relationship Pierce and used to have. He was always the boss, but I was boss junior. I could order him around if I needed to. I could say, “Cancel this lunch, you have an unexpected appointment.” Or I could say, “Stop being a dick to your subjects, they respect benevolence.”

And he’d listen. He’d skip lunch and take the appointment. Or he’d calm down and forge a new way forward with whoever was giving him problems.