Chapter 27
If you told past Mila that present Mila would be clearing her weekends and traveling even a mile for dick, she would’ve laughed in your face.
Or more likely, shot you. My past partners were on my schedule and came to me in whatever club I was near at the time.
They had to fly, whether it was across the country or an ocean, if they wanted the privilege of my presence.
And now, look at me.
Coming into the city on the weekend earlier than planned to surprise Thatcher after practice and release some of the frustration that’s been steadily building since he left.
The fucking Zadorovs are turning into an even bigger pain in the ass than I thought, and I refuse to drag Ivan away from his retirement any more often than I have to.
Besides, I’m the boss, and I need to figure this shit out on my own.
Based on his tracker, Thatcher should be here any minute, and I have everything set up just the way I like it.
After we discussed the potential to explore more, even after he moved out, I was pleased with his willingness to keep trying new things.
Today should open new levels of play if he enjoys himself.
As soon as he makes it to the elevator, I move myself into position, perched on the kitchen counter with one leg crossed over the other. The stiletto of my heel is thin, and I imagine I paint quite a picture.
This is my favorite playsuit, covering every inch of my skin up to my neck.
It’s custom, high-quality latex that shows off every dip and curve of my body as intended.
The thigh-high boots and wrist-length gloves are similarly tight, and the overall effect is as if Catwoman were a Domme.
A slim leather mask completes my look. That, and the flogger in my hand.
“Okay, there’s plenty of time to get everything. I’ll shower super quick, run to the hardware store—ah!”
He screams as his phone flies out of his hand and across the room, coming to rest near where I’m perched. Once he realizes it’s me, a wide grin splits his face, and he locks the door before bounding into the kitchen.
“Hey! I had no idea by this weekend you meant now. The place is nice and clean, but I didn’t have time to get all the things Misha said you’d wa—”
My gloved finger silences his excited monologue, and once he stops speaking, he finally seems to take in what I’m wearing. I can’t help but smirk as his pupils dilate, eyes roaming down to my hips but keeping his head perfectly still under my finger.
“Go shower. Put all your dirty clothes and hockey things where they go, and trim everything nice and neat for me, just how I like it. Make sure everything is very clean for my inspection. Then wait for me like I taught you.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he replies, like the good boy he is, and heads toward the bathroom.
His penthouse is nice, and I had no problems with security since he added me to his visitors list just as he promised.
The renovation after the fire must have been seamless because there’s no evidence at all that flames, smoke, or water ever touched the place.
In the limited time we had together, Thatcher was a quick learner, even if my basic expectations and preferences for how he presents for our scenes are simple.
Hairless balls, a short-cut pubic area, and no hair anywhere near his asshole.
How he achieves this is up to him, although I did tell him a quick, professional wax was likely the easiest route.
Once the shower stops, I give him a few minutes, then enter the bedroom to find him just as I asked. Tossing my gloves aside for now, I take him in. He’s beautiful, kneeling for me with his palms up on his thighs, eyes down.
“Hello, solnyshko. Have any of your preferences or limits changed since we last spoke about them?”
“No, Ma’am.”
“Are you here to please me as I see fit and be my good little toy today?” His abs clench at the first hint of degradation. We’re going to have so much fun.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Very well. Rise onto your knees and lace your fingers behind your head.” He does as I ask immediately, keeping his eyes down as I trail my bare fingers across his pecs, down his abs, and past his bobbing cock to play with the soft hair on his thighs.
He’s trimmed everything almost bare, and if that’s his preference, I have no objection.
I spend a few long minutes tracing his Adonis belt before I use the stiletto tip of my nail to collect the bead of precum at his tip.
“Open.” He does as I command immediately, swirling his tongue around my fingertip and tasting himself. “Very good. Now, on your elbows. Knees as wide as they can go.”
This position is one I wasn’t sure he would enjoy right away, since ass up isn’t something most men ever experience or think about.
Having a hole bared to be looked at, touched, and played with is often a female-only consideration.
For him to allow me to see how his cock bobs beneath him, heavy balls at my mercy, and prostate begging to be stimulated…
it’s heady to have him submit like this.
Trailing my nails up and down the backs of his thighs, I use my knees to spread his just a little more. “Tsk, tsk, Thatcher. You’re probably more flexible than I am. I’ve seen you do your hockey stretches. Spread wider for me…there you go.”
Pushing my hips flush with his, I reach forward and underneath him to tease his nipples before trailing down once more. Ignoring his cock, I instead palm his balls, forcing a whine from him as I roll them gently in my hand.
“I believe you’re aware of my expectations for your silence during your inspections, aren’t you, toy?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Hmm…I’m not convinced, given the fact that you whined like a desperate slut when I barely touched you.
Be quiet for me so I don’t have to punish you for breaking my focus.
” My thumb is teasing his perineum now, and he’s quiet, but his glutes are clenched with the effort to stay still.
It’s the only one of my fingers not to have my standard sharp nails, instead plain and polish free.
When Misha saw me for the first time after my most recent appointment, he doubled over laughing and had to walk away to recover.
“This is a very well-manicured taint. You followed my directions well. Did you get waxed?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Do you like being hairless?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“I like it, too. Would you enjoy it if I waxed you from now on?” It’s not something I’ve ever done for a submissive, but I wax my own legs, so I’m sure I could learn.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“I’ll work on that. In the meantime, continue to manage this on your own.
But you’ve done very well.” A harsh intake of breath is his only response to my thumb pressing down hard on his asshole, somewhere he’s never been touched.
He’s open to it, but that will be a longer road if we choose to take it.
“Now, while you’re in this position, we have something to discuss, and I’m sure you know what it is. I counted three candles today as I was inspecting your home, and I believe I made it very clear that you weren’t allowed to have candles anymore. Do you agree?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“And are you aware of what your punishment is?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Very well. You’ll receive ten strikes with my bare hand for disobeying me. Count them silently and say thank you when I’m finished, and tell me how your behavior is going to improve moving forward.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
I give him two strikes with ample recovery time, using the same pressure as during our test run, then move quickly into more forceful territory. By my tenth spank, both of his cheeks are a lovely shade of pink.
“Thank you, Ma’am. I’ll get rid of all my candles. I’m sorry I didn’t follow through with our agreement.” He sounds contrite enough, although I doubt this will be the only opportunity I have to punish Thatcher over the course of our arrangement.
“You’re forgiven, solnyshko. Now, I think it’s high time for you to meet my flogger.”