Free My Kingdom for a Corner by Melinda Barron Page B

get out of bed.” Oliver could tell from the way she didn’t move that she’d been aware of his presence long before he’d spoken. He’d watched her for about five minutes before saying anything. She sat in front of the window, staring out at the still-dark night.
    “You said I could get up to go to the bathroom.”
    “Please tell me you’re not befouling my rug.”
    Her laughter made him smile.
    “No, Mr. Oliver, I’m doing nothing of the sort. I’m being a bad sub, I suppose. I couldn’t sleep, and I needed some time to think.”
    He crossed the room and sat down in a recliner opposite from where she sat. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
    “That I want to come again.”
    “Liar.” He stretched out his legs. “Definitely a habit I’m going to have to break. Be honest with me, missy, because without honesty there is nothing, no trust, no bond, no…us.”
    For a few, long moments he thought she wouldn’t answer, and that was a true shame to him. He and missy had a future together. Even if it wasn’t set in stone now, this weekend was a firm foundation. She’d been very quiet after the scene downstairs, but she’d been absolutely beautiful during it, following his directions like a true submissive, and coming so hard he wondered if she would squeeze his thumb off when she’d exploded.
    She’d sucked him off once they were upstairs, even though he’d wanted nothing more than to turn her over and pound her until they both came. Having her on her knees, still wearing the mask, with his dick in her mouth, had been incredibly satisfying. Seeing her here, obviously pondering her feelings without letting him in on what she was thinking, was disheartening.
    “Answer me, please.”
    “I shouldn’t have liked it,” she finally said. “Subs like to be spanked. Dommes don’t.”
    “Nonsense. I know a Domme who makes her sub whip her ass regularly. She makes him do it downstairs, because she says it embarrasses him to punish his Mistress.”
    “Exactly,” she said as she turned toward him. “She did it because she wanted to.”
    Oliver cleared his throat as he carefully pondered his next words. “Tell me, Francesca, what you say to your subs. What happens to them is their choice, isn’t it?”
    “Yes.”
    “You could have said no at any time, yet you didn’t. You carried the sign, even though it disturbed you. You allowed the other Doms and their subs to play with your nipples, and when the time came, you took your spanking like the good little sub you are.”
    “But I’m not a sub,” she yelled. “I’m a Domme.”
    “You still think you have to be one or the other. There are some who manage to be both. If you’d allow it, you could do both. I saw it in you the first time I fucked you, all tied up, unable to move. You savored every thrust, and each one was submission.”
    “Each one was sex,” she countered. “I came so hard because it had been so long since I’d had a cock in me.”
    “You came so hard because you gave up control, because you allowed yourself to relax and give me control. You were relaxed; you didn’t have to worry about pleasing someone else. You let yourself be pleasured.”
    Her eyes narrowed, and he waited for her to scream at him, but she didn’t. “You know it’s true, Francesca. There’s no reason why you can’t be yourself in the office, Mistress C with your subs, and missy with me.”
    She snorted out a very unladylike laugh. “Shrinks would have a heyday with that, wouldn’t they?”
    “No,” he shrugged, “I think they would be impressed that you allowed all of yourself to be free.”
    “Will you fuck me, please?”
    “Not right now.” He stood. “But I will take you back downstairs and give you another demonstration of your submissiveness.”
    “Isn’t the club closed?”
    “I know the owner.” Francesca’s giggle made him smile. It also made him hard. He helped her to stand, then he went to the table. The mask lay there, waiting to be