Chapter 11
Searching for a missing piece…
Dallas
Iguided Delaney up the windy stairs. It was strange and unnatural, but for some reason, I already felt a connection to this woman. Each time our hands touched, I felt it. I didn’t know what it was about her, but I was going to enjoy finding out.
My cock twitched just thinking about all the things I wanted to do to her, but there was something I needed to know first.
I glanced back at her several times, looking for something, really for anything – fear, nerves, desire, lust, anything other than the trust I already saw there. Maybe I was imagining it, but only one other person had ever shared that look with me.
We made it to the top, where the room opened to what I like to call my brat-taming room. Two nights a week, I host a brat-taming class for my inexperienced Doms to sit back and take notes as they watch their subs be handled and punished by the one and only. DADDY
Although it is fun, it is also important for a Sub to learn how to respond to her Dom. She should learn how to tell her Dom she has reached her limits and for their Dom to learn the body language of their Sub to sense their limits have been reached before they acknowledge it themselves.
As much as I would love to teach her a few things right now, we were only passing through. She slowed down her pace, taking in the variety of paddles, whips, handcuffs, and clamps hung by chains.
She let go of my hand as she made a beeline toward the wall I used to restrain my trainee.
I watched quietly, taking note as she picked up one of the hanging chains and slid her fingers over the links, deep in thought.
She silently grazed over the entire contraption, her fingertips softly caressing each groove as she walked slowly toward the next one, examining it like a fine piece of art.
Her lips parted, and I watched as she squeezed her thighs together. I love how I could read her body language already.
Pressing my body against hers, I walked up behind her, blocking her in between me and the spanking bench. She quickly turned to face me.
“Don’t you think you are a little close?” Her demeanor switched as she pretended not to like my gesture, but her body called out to me. She stared at me like she could see through my mask, like she could see into my soul. We stayed there, just looking at each other, for longer than I intended.
“Not close enough, sweetheart.” I used my fingers to push the hair from her face. Her eyes closed, and her head tilted against my hand momentarily, but she quickly recovered, blatantly denying herself of her true desires. Why?
“What are you afraid of, Miss Delaney?” I was curious what she would say next. Her unpredictability intrigued me.
“Who says I’m scared of anything?” she asked, teasing, her tone sprinkled with sarcasm.
I took the bait and played her little game by calling her out on her bluff.
She may act like this isn’t thrilling for her to experience, but her body has already betrayed her facade of misleading words ever since she walked in my front door.
There wasn’t even a slither of the truth in what she insisted with her words.
My senses locked onto her signs, and I’ve never been led astray by my gut feeling.
I reached to pick up a red leather paddle from the wall, noticing her eyes silently tracking my movements.
She was locked onto me, too. Slowly caressing the leather paddle, I slide it across my palm teasingly.
She was silent, watching me intently. I took the paddle and smacked it hard against my hand, making a loud thwack sound that echoed throughout the empty room. She jumped with a gasp.
“Just imagine. I bend you over right here,” I rubbed my hand over the smooth leather of the spanking bench, “I rip your panties off of that juicy ass of yours,”
Her breath hitched, and her face turned a deep crimson as she bit her lip.
I leaned in close. “I’d use this paddle against your soft skin, turning it a shade darker than what you are wearing on those pretty lips.
” I let her know what happens to brats in my dungeon, pulling back slowly from whispering my intentions into her supple neck.
She inhaled and let out slowly, failing to seem calm and unfazed by my taunting.
I like this game.
“How does that sound, sweetheart?”
“It gives you a bit of a self-entitlement vibe, but that’s just my opinion,” she smirked, rolling her eyes as she turned away from me.
I didn’t miss how she eyed the bench, lost in thought, probably imagining that very scene.
My cock twitched at the idea of having her at my mercy, mine to do with as I please.
“We should probably get back to Lacy. Your bouncer is probably giving out smoke signals by now.” She giggled at her own joke while she stepped toward the door. I blocked her path, halting her completely. I can feel her craving me, but why is she resisting my advances?
“Be honest with me. Why did you come here tonight? I know you said it was for Lacy, but there’s something else, isn’t there, sweetheart?”
I stopped to watch her struggle inwardly as she mustered the courage to reply.
She started to fidget with the hem of her dress as she lost most of the feistiness she carried only seconds ago.
Her voice was low and timid as she spoke, drawing me closer to hear her. “Have you ever felt like you were missing something? A piece of you? Like, maybe you were dealt the wrong hand?” She waited for my response before continuing.
I nodded, “All the time,”
She looked up at me with sorrow-filled eyes. “I’m searching for my missing piece.”
Her words hit me hard, but I still had questions; I was forced to suppress them when Lacy stormed through the door with Jacob in tow, breaking our focus on each other.
“Sorry Sir, she uh, well she…,” he started.
“She wasn’t going to sit there and be passed off to this guy,” Lacy threw a thumb over her shoulder.
“While you kidnapped my best friend and did God knows what to her,” Lacy snapped, taking Delaney’s arm and tugging her toward the exit.
“What even is this place?” She stopped, throwing her hand at the wall that housed my equipment.
“Why don’t you stick around a while? I’d love to show you. Miss Lacy.” I teased.
Delaney knew exactly what I was implying when she let out a loud laugh that she quickly contained by intentionally clearing her throat.
“Bye, Dallas Kingston!” Lacy shouted, slamming her free hand against the exit door, pulling Delaney along with her.
Delaney looked back to catch another glance just before disappearing into the darkness.