Chapter 2 #3
Listening to them play doesn’t bother me at all. I’ve been a Dom for a long time; I’ve seen good scenes and bad. But rarely have I witnessed scenes with as much love as Logan and Emily’s, even when he’s flogging the fuck out of her. They’re a pleasure to witness.
“Tell me about your first scene. I’m looking for ideas.”
Emily’s giggles escalate.
“Mutual masturbation in a convention center bathroom,” Logan says with a grimace. “It was impromptu. I could have done better with more time to plan.”
I join Emily in laughing.
“Well, I’ve got time to plan. But I like the mutual masturbation element.”
“There was a belting, too, Daddy. Don’t forget that part,” Emily chirps.
“A belting and mutual masturbation in a public bathroom. You really know how to show a lady a good time,” I tease Logan, who turns crimson.
“Impromptu,” he grumbles.
“And butt stuff,” Emily chirps.
“There was belting, mutual masturbation, and butt stuff in the public bathroom?” I ask.
She giggles wildly. “No, sir. The butt stuff came later. But DirtyGurl really, really likes butt stuff. And erotic humiliation. A lot.”
“A lot, huh? Well, I’m a big fan of both.” And Brenna responded absolutely beautifully to the touch of erotic humiliation in her shop.
“If you’re heading into butt stuff and humiliation with your first scene, then I’d better get you her limits list from the club,” Logan says. “I’ll need her permission.”
“It’d save time, but I’d planned to talk through her limits over lunch anyway.”
“Give her loads of feels,” Emily says. “And lots of aftercare, even if she says she doesn’t need it.”
Has the girl been short on affection and aftercare? That pisses me off.
“Feels and aftercare, roger that,” I confirm. “You’re a good friend to her, sweetie.”
Emily screws up her pretty face. “All I’ve really been able to do is distract her. She’s hurting, and she won’t tell me why.”
“Something went very wrong during her last scene with Ten,” Logan offers.
“It was before that, Daddy,” Emily says. “I mean, I think Master Ten is part of it, but he’s the symptom rather than the cause.”
“What do you think is the cause, Emmy?” I ask. Logan’s subbie is sensitive, which makes her insightful. Her vulnerability means Logan has to be twice as protective of her, but I don’t think he minds at all.
“I think she wants someone to love her.”
“We all want that, baby doll,” Logan says gently. “Even if we don’t all want it in the same way.”
Emily shakes her head. “I think she wants someone to love her, for her, not because she’s a subbie, or because she’s into butt stuff. I think she wants what we have, Daddy.”
“Ah.” Logan nods.
“What you and your daddy have is pretty special.” I smile at each of them. “I’m thinking I’ll take it slow with her, so she understands I’m not just looking for a play partner. I have more to offer.”
“Good,” Emily says emphatically. “That’s better than Master Theo.”
I lift an eyebrow at her, surprised by her vehemence. “What do you mean by that, sweetie?”
She glances at Logan. That’s a very guilty glance.
“Remember the rules, little girl,” Logan warns.
She turns a brilliant pink. “Sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it, Master Mac.”
Logan clears his throat. “We also have a rule about lying, Emily.”
“That’s not fair! I have to be honest but if I’m honest about Master Theo then I’ll break the other rule.” She shudders. “I don’t want to break your rules, Daddy, and I never, ever want to ride the pony again.”
Jesus, he had her ride a wooden pony for punishment? No wonder she doesn’t want to break a rule.
I hold up my hand to restore the peace. “I’m not trying to get you to break a rule, Emmy. I can guess what you mean.”
“It’s Master Theo who’s mean,” she mutters, darting a glance at Logan.
“Emily,” he growls.
“Well, he is. He was mean to you about the thing with Rick, and he was mean to Laurel, and he was mean to Bren, not giving her cuddles when I told him—”
“Emily, enough. We talked about this. Theo had a job to do during Rick’s stalking, and we have to respect that. He did give Brenna some cuddles.”
“She was crying, Daddy. Like her heart was broken in fifty thousand pieces. She wouldn’t have cried like that if he’d given her good cuddles.”
Logan runs his hand through his hair. I can’t see any response he can give, and apparently Logan can’t, either.
“Well,” I say. “If the Navy taught me anything, it was how to give good cuddles.”
Emily giggles and that breaks the tension around the table.
“Em, I promise, if she gives me the chance, I’ll cuddle the fuck out of her.”
She smiles at me and wiggles in her chair.
The African soup is a big hit.
Brenna eats all of hers in less than five minutes. When I see those chocolate eyes, now lit with a mischievous twinkle, straying to my bowl, I offer her the rest of mine.
She reaches for my bowl, but I shake my head.
“Give me your spoon, bold girl.”
Other than depriving her of panties, I haven’t tried to top her, yet.
She told me she doesn’t live the lifestyle twenty-four-seven.
I want to show her I can be flexible. She’s shown up for lunch in a date outfit: an off-the-shoulder, baby-blue sweater paired with a leather skirt that hits just above the knee.
Her dreadlocks are bound up in a huge bun and she’s wearing a little makeup.
She’s definitely treating this like a date.
So I’ll give her a date. Mostly.
Brenna hands me her soup spoon warily. I behave myself, feeding her my soup spoonful by spoonful, careful not to drip it on the table that Emily’s left so prettily set.
I love the sensuality of feeding my sub.
The movement of her lips and throat. The soft noises that speak to her enjoyment of each taste.
I sure enjoy the hell out of every spoonful.
With the last one, I tease her, running the tip of the spoon along her lower lip before sliding it onto her tongue.
When I take the spoon away, she’s grinning.
The main course is a dipping bowl of lamb cubes in a dark brown sauce, strongly scented with ginger and garlic. I tear up the flatbread and use a small piece to scoop up some lamb. She opens her mouth and takes the bite delicately between her teeth. Her eyes widen when the spices hit her palate.
“Good pick, Master Mac,” she says after she swallows the mouthful.
“Thanks.” I chew my own bite and clear my throat against the kick of the hot peppers and ginger. “Whew.”
“Too hot for you?” She winks at me.
“Nothing’s too hot for me, bold girl. When’d you discover spicy food?”
“Birth.” She purrs around another bite. “My grandmother’s from Jamaica. She put chilies in my baby formula.”
I chuckle.
“Where’s the rest of your family from?”
“Not Ireland, Master Mac,” she says with a smart-assed grin. “Dad’s side was from Italy. Ma’s side, Jamaica and Canada.”
That explains the golden-pale skin with the black eyebrows and the dreadlocks.
“What led you into tattooing?”
She shrugs. “A friend of mine wanted one of my sketches as a tattoo. When the tattoo artist asked who did the sketch, my friend dragged me into the artist’s shop. He offered me a job on the spot. I worked for him for three years before he retired, and I went out on my own.”
“Where’d you learn to draw?”
Another shrug. “I always have. Since I could hold a crayon.”
“Any of your tattoos your own design?”
“All of them.” She pauses to take another offered mouthful. “Totally enough about me.”
I have been interrogating her, I admit, but only because I’m interested in what makes her tick.
“You caught me, bold girl. Anything you want to know about me?”
“Why’d you invite me to lunch?”
“The pleasure of your company.”
“Try again.” Her eyes search mine. There’s that direct eye contact that sends blood rushing straight to my dick. “You don’t need to wine and dine me before a scene.”
“Your Doms don’t feed you before they flog and fuck you?”
Her eyes widen, and warm. “Is that what we’re doing?”
“Flogging, maybe. Fucking, no. Not for our first scene.”
“Why not?” Two spots of color bloom on her high cheekbones. “I’m clean. I get tested twice a month. Everyone at Blunts does.”
“I appreciate you telling me, but that has nothing to do with it. Sex is a privilege. It’ll take you more than one scene to earn it.”
Her eyes narrow. Bold girl has a competitive streak.
“What if it’s a really, really good scene?” she asks.
“Then you’ll earn it faster, but you still won’t be getting fucked during our first scene.”
Her full, rosy-pink, lower lip juts out. She’s adorable when she’s thwarted. Denial is going right on my list next to humiliation play.
“How I can I earn privileges?”
Fuck, she’s so tasty. The boldness is the frosting. The cake of this girl is her genuine desire to please.
“Tell me what you think will earn privileges and I’ll tell you if you’re on the mark.”
“Calling you sir or master.”
I feed her another mouthful of bread and lamb while I say, “I prefer sir. Showing respect is a good start.”
“Submitting to you.”
“I’d expect that in a scene unless we’ve negotiated resistance. I don’t do brats.”
“Oh.” The lip juts again. “I guess obeying your commands falls into the same category?”
“It does.”
Her eyes narrow. “What about honesty? If I’m always honest with you, does that earn me privileges?”
“Yes.”
That makes her smile. “You taught Master Logan, didn’t you? He’s all about the honesty,”
I wonder if that’s something she’s observed or if it’s something Emily has told her.
“Indirectly. He served in my unit for several years. We’ve talked a lot about our kinks, but we’ve never done a scene together.”
She considers this, her head tipped to the side, while she chews another mouthful. “Will you, now that you’re here?”
“Depends on how the submissive I’m with feels about being exhibited.”
“Would being exhibited earn me privileges?”
“If you’re honest with me about how it makes you feel.”
“I can do that, sir.”