Chapter 5
special request
Cassius
I’m released from my thoughts when two knocks sound from the other side of the door before it opens. She enters and speaks, her sultry voice sending a chill down my spine.
Madame X. Just what I needed after today.
“Did you forget the rules?”
Her heels clack across the hardwood floor as she approaches to hand me my usual, rum and Coke. She doesn’t wait for a response before she crosses to the kitchenette. I sip my drink, admiring her as she bends over to retrieve a water from the mini fridge.
“No, Madame. I didn’t forget. I just—” I pause, forgetting my words.
“Rough week?” she asks, turning toward me.
Her generous curves are on display in a lingerie set and sheer robe. Loose ginger waves cascade down her back, and fuck, her hair looks incredible against her glowing brown skin.
I need to request this look again.
“Yes, ma’am,” I say, finally remembering to speak.
“Mmm. You look tense.” She straddles my lap and her peach scent envelops me.
I freeze as I attempt to shake away thoughts of her riding my thigh. She looks unfazed, sipping her water. My gaze desperately roams her frame, and as much as it pains me to look, I cannot touch.
That’s the rule.
Unless she says otherwise and she never has. I’ve been seeing her for a year and that’s how this works between us. I keep coming back because I aim to please. Whenever I feel useless in my daily life, I can always be useful to her.
She studies me before breaking the awkward silence. “Hmm. I’m surprised you came back after last time. When I saw you on my books today, I—”
“I know,” I say, cutting her off, unable to wipe my sweaty palms on my pants because I’m currently her throne.
“I came here to talk about that. I waited for you to contact me, but I gave you a reason not to,” I add with a wince.
“Things got out of hand and I don’t know what got into me, but I’d like to apologize.
For what I said and for running out on you. ”
She waves me off with her free hand. “No need for that. We aren’t strangers and I wasn’t offended.
You were the one who ran out of here like they were towing your shit outside.
” She chuckles, helping herself off my lap.
“Look. I’d be lying if I said I’ve never had a client profess their love during an orgasm. It’s perfectly normal.”
Not to me.
My jaw tics at the thought of other clients earning time with her. She’s a grown woman and is damn good at her job. I have never been a jealous or possessive person and can’t explain this feeling that washes over me.
“I…had a lot on my mind and those words slipped out. I’m sorry.”
“I accept your apology, but rules are rules,” she says, reminding me that a punishment is still in order as she helps herself off of my lap.
I’ll accept whatever she hands me and won’t complain.
“I owe you an apology,” Madame adds, throwing me off guard. “We have rules for a reason and I crossed a line I shouldn’t have. You are a client and my behavior wasn’t the most pro—”
“I didn’t use my safeword because I wasn’t uncomfortable. What you did…I needed that. I’ll actually do whatever to earn another reward,” I say, cutting her off.
Not interrupting is another rule.
“You keep on racking them up and we’ll see how you like what I have planned,” she says with a smirk. “I was thinking we’d do our usual…Wait. Do you have a special request this evening or did you only want to apologize?”
“Um. I may have a special request.”
Here goes, I think, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Let’s hear it,” she orders. “How would you like to be of use to me?”
I swallow.
“I had a stressful week and I’d like to...I know it’s against the rules, but when was the last time a starved man was between your thighs?”
Her brows raise in response.
“Now, Cassius, you know we don’t actually have sex and I don’t remember asking you to give me head. Did I?” she asks before sipping her water.
“No, ma’am,” I say, avoiding eye contact.
I fucked up. Again.
“Hmm. So you don’t want another domme?” she asks, staring expectantly.
“What? Absolutely not. If anything, I’d understand if you didn’t want to see me anymore,” I blurt.
“Aht. I never said that either,” she chirps, holding up a finger. “What is your sign, Cass? Capricorn? ‘Cause you are one self-deprecating motherfucker. ”
Well, fuck. She got me there.
“Damn. You ain’t gotta do me like that, Madame.” I chuckle.
“Mmm. Mommy knows best, huh?” she asks, holding eye contact as she slips off her robe to toss it at me.
Yes, she does.
I catch it, relaxing in the chair as the comforting scent of peach and jasmine wafts off the fabric, instantly calming me.
Shit, if I could bottle this and her essence, I bet I wouldn't need anxiety meds.