A Dom's Dilemma by Kathryn R. Blake

a more upright position and stared at him.
    “What should your answer be to my question, sub?” he inquired with a frown.
    Her lovely face flushed with embarrassment. “Yes, Sir.”
    “Correct.”
    When her lips drew into a pretty, though nonetheless unacceptable pout, he let it go, no doubt making yet another mistake. “I bet your saucy, little butt doesn’t hurt at all anymore. Does it?” he asked noting her thoroughly disgruntled expression. She looked so cute when she pouted, he had to struggle not to smile.
    At her reluctant “No, Sir,” he gave the small wrinkles on her forehead a warning tap. “Makin’ faces at your Dom isn’t permitted either,” he reminded, helping her get into a more comfortable position before he covered her back up.
    Once she’d settled in his arms, she murmured, “So, tell me, Sir. Did you use to be a boy scout?”
    Amused, he gazed down at her. “Now why would you ask me that?”
    “Well, given everything you store inside your pockets, I’d say you definitely come prepared.” When he chuckled, she added, “So, besides exams, do you give enemas to every sub?”
    He grinned, pleased by her teasing as well as her curiosity, and gave a slight tilt of his head in a nod. “Actually, I do. Often on the first day, when I suspect there’ll be more than a few casual meetin’s between us at the club.”
    She frowned, and he waited while she turned things over in her mind. “What are you thinking we might do, if I stayed at your place for the weekend?”
    “Well, darlin’, that would depend a great deal on you. I’d have you remove all your clothes and keep them off until Sunday, of course. And I know I’d make love to you, most likely in every room, including the shower. Then maybe we’d play a couple of games, where if you’d lost I’d insist you wear a specific piece of jewelry I like.” Noting her uncertain frown, he added, “Don’t worry, sugar. I’m not into piercings or blood play, just a few pretty clamps on the areas I want, pink and rosy and aching for me to soothe.”
    When she winced and slunk down a little more, he asked, “Haven’t you ever worn nipple or pussy clamps before?”
    “No, Sir.”

    He frowned. “Really? So, how many Doms have you had durin’ your eight years as a submissive?”
    “Three long-term relationships, Sir.”
    “Three. And none of them entertained the thought of you wearin’ some special, sexy jewelry for them? Not even Kyle?”
    She hesitated for a bit, then answered, “No, Sir.”
    Jim regarded his new sub carefully. Suspecting Kelly Franklin’s experience in BDSM was severely unconventional, he longed to know more, but given her earlier reticence he chose not to press for further information tonight. Instead, he squeezed her breasts and gently pinched her nipples, smiling at her soft moan. “Well, I think those perky, pink tits of yours and your sexy little clit would look real cute in clamps.”
    He admired the lovely blush staining her cheeks for a moment as she considered his words, then gave her butt a playful pat of encouragement. Although pleased by his ability to affect her decision, he wouldn’t be offering her much alternative, if she agreed to stay with him. What they did together would remain his choice, as it should.
    “Okay.” She conceded with a shrug. “Perhaps. What else?”
    “Well, since your little pucker hole is so sore right now, I might hold off giving it my full attention until Saturday night. If I think it’s up for more playin’ then, I’ll get out a few toys and try stretchin’ it some, so you can accept me back there, too.” Kelly totally wilted at those words, and not in a good way. “Darlin’, not five minutes ago you came beautifully with my finger thrust deep inside you. So, do you wanna tell me now what’s goin’ on with that long face of yours?”
    She shook her head. “No, Sir.”
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    Yeah, she had come with his finger deep inside her, and it had felt good. Wonderful