Free Playing Dom by Sky Corgan Page B

“I
think that suits you nicely.”
    “ I
hate it,” I grumbled.
    “ Shush.”
Talia slapped me on the hip with her palm, since the riding crop had
not re-emerged from her bedroom. She walked back around the coffee
table and sat down, looking up at me with that disturbing blank stare
that made me shift uncomfortably.
    “ Sooo,
are you just going to stare at me now?” I asked, thankful that
I was out of arm's reach, so she couldn't smack me again.
    “ I
could if I wanted to.”
    “ That
wouldn't be much fun.”
    “ It
would be for me. You're rather fun to look at, all aroused and
drippy.” Talia smirked at my cock, which only made it twitch
back to life.
    “ Perhaps
you'd like a closer look.”
    “ Don't
test your luck, slave.” She patted the couch beside her, only
to realize that her riding crop was gone. I couldn't help but grin at
the frustrated look on her face.
    “ You
left your toy in the bedroom, Domina,” I didn't bother to hide
my mocking tone, counting on her being too lazy to get up and slap
me. Luckily, I was right. Talia just scowled at me then, putting on
that adorable face she made when she didn't get her way.
    “ You're
not a very good slave,” she huffed.
    “ That's
because I'm not a slave. You should have found one to play this game
with you. I fear I'm not very good at it.”
    “ You'll
do.” She waved at me dismissively, playing the brat again. God
how I wanted her.
    “ So
what now?” I sighed.
    “ Now,
I want you to spank me.”
    “ You
what?”
    “ I
want you to spank me,” she said with confidence.
    “ You
do realize it's supposed to be the other way around?” I arched
an eyebrow at her.
    “ Why?”
    “ Because
that's what Dommes do. They spank their subs. It's not the other way
around.”
    “ Well,
what if the Mistress likes being spanked?”
    “ I
think you're a switch.”
    “ What's
that?”
    “ It's
someone who likes playing both parts, Dom and sub.”
    “ Why
haven't I met any other switches in the BDSM community then?”
    “ Because
it's not a widely accepted term. A lot of traditional lifestylers
don't accept switches because they seem indecisive about their role.”
    “ Well
then, I'm not a switch, because I'm not indecisive.” Talia
shifted her weight. “I'm a Mistress.”
    “ If
you say so.” I rolled my eyes.
    “ I
still want you to spank me. As a Mistress, I can make you do whatever
I want. That's how this works, right?”
    “ I'm
not going to spank you wearing that.”
    “ Wearing
what? Jeans?” She gave me an agitated look.
    “ Yes,
jeans.”
    “ Why
not?”
    “ Because
it doesn't feel good for my hand.”
    “ This
is about what I want.” Talia pouted.
    “ Well,
I'm not doing it.”
    “ Ugh.
You're such a butt. Don't make me break out the riding crop again.”
    “ Break
it out, I'm not budging on this.”
    “ What
if I spank your dick with it?”
    “ You
won't get that far because I'll leave. And I thought you said you
didn't want to hurt me?”
    “ I
don't, but you're misbehaving a lot.”
    “ You
know why I'm misbehaving. We've been over this already. You're lucky
I've even cooperated this much. This wasn't what I signed up for. I
thought I was just going to give you some paperwork, go over it with
you, and be done.”
    She cowered, and I
could see the guilt across her face. “Are you mad at me?”
    My shoulders slumped
in defeat. Why did she have to be so damn adorable. “No. I'm
not mad at you. I just don't know what you hope to get out of this.”
    “ Spankings?”
    “ Compromise.”
    “ What
kind of compromise?”
    “ Go
change into your little Domme outfit, and I'll spank you.”
    Her face lit up with
approval, and I had to bite the inside of my lip to hide my own
excitement at her agreement to the idea. I needed her exposed, to see
more of her, to have access to more of her. The thought of her soft
body draped over my lap shot a twinge of arousal straight through me.
Soon, I would be putting my hands on her, and I wasn't