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I lick my lips as I remember what comes afteruntil.
“Yeah … until,” I say with one eyebrow raised. “I learned quite a bit about you last night, too, and I love everything I've learned so far, but I want to know more. Ever since you introduced BDSM to me, I've been surprised at how well I fit into it. It’s almost like I was meant for this all along, and I want to knowmoreabout both of us.”
“Yeah? So you have questions and want to ask the expert perv?”
I let out a belly-shaking laugh. “Yeah, actually I do. Teach me all of your pervy, deviant ways, oh filthy one. But seriously, like, what all are you into? I know the playhouse is down there with a bunch of shit in it, and we signed your contract-o-sex, but I want to hear it from you. Tell me, what are your favorite kinks?”
Olivia smiles hard like she's been waiting her entire life to discuss this topic.
“Oh, I think I love this question. First of all, I loveso manykinks, which is why the contract-o-sex,” she says with an adorable giggle, “has what it has on it. That list was definitely not all-encompasing, either. But if I had to choose a certain kink of mine that just hits different, I think I’d have to say it’s degradation. Praise is incredible, too, but nothing gets me going like being degraded … and this is the part where people would call me a slut.”
I laugh out loud. “I'm sure you're right, but people are dumb as fuck, and they're also brilliant at lying to themselves. Ninety percent of the people who would call anybody a slut, want to be a slut themselves. They just don't have anybody to be a slut for.”
“Exactly, and that’s just it. I don't want to be degraded by random people on the street. I would gladly stab a man for calling me a slut while I was walking down the damn sidewalk. But for … a particular person …”
Me. She stopped herself from saying it, but I know that I'm that particular person. Olivia can try to deny it, but I know she wants me to bethe one—the left of the slash to her right.
“It’s like when you said that Simon and Jed treated me like a slut,” she goes on. “But then in the parking lot you said that I wasyourslut. That was as hot as a fucking star, and I internally exploded like one. I wanted to stay mad, but I just couldn't. So, call me all of the filthy things you can think of, just make sure to say the wordmyin front of it to really set me ablaze. Take control. Make me your slut. Make me your whore. Make me filthyfor you. Make me lose control of who I am and become whatever disgusting, vile thing you want me to be for you. It’s like my way of saying that you're special. I’m only all of those things for you because you've earned it. That’s what submission is all about. That’s why it has to be earned. I'm not giving all of this to a random person who I don't trust.”
“Ah, so you do trust me?” I ask jokingly.
She laughs. “More and more every day.”
“Sticking with that answer, huh? Fine. I’ll just keep working on it until I get a resoundingyesout of you.”
“Good luck with that, Sir.”
“Ooh, there's that word again. I don't know if it qualifies as a kink, but I fucking love when you call me Sir.”
“Yeah? Well,Sir, I have some peach cobbler in the fridge. Would you like some dessert,Sir?”
I take mental notes of everything Olivia has said tonight and store them in a safe in my mind. She likes degradation, and I've never dived into that before. Just like everything else in this lifestyle, learning about it sparks something in my brain. It’s another puzzle piece that I didn't know was missing, making the picture of who I am that much more complete. She wants to be a slut and a whore for me, and I would love nothing more than to make her exactly that. My whore. My slut. My. Fucking. Woman.
I shake my head as I set my fork down on the empty plate, and bring the glass of wine to my mouth to finish it off. “Nah, no peach cobbler. You're the only thing I want to eat right now.”
Olivia nearly spits out her wine mid-drink, and has to pull the glass away from her mouth before she spills it.
“Oh,” she exclaims. She sets her glass down and bites her lip. “So, what are we doing now, Sir?”
There's that fucking word again. My cock stiffens every time I hear it, and I'm already tired of waiting.
“You know what we’re about to do now,” I answer. “I want to explore the playhouse.”
Olivia grins. “Yes, Sir.”
THIRTY-TWO - Quinn
It’s different this time. When I first stepped into the playhouse, I was a kid attending a new school on the first day—everything out of place, nervousness and anxiety waiting for me at every turn. All I could really do is look around and try to take it all in as fast as I could, because she was waiting for me to take the reins and be her relief valve. Well, that was then. Now, I've been here before, and I'm not the new kid. I'm the principal. All of this is under my control, and I will rule with an iron fist.
I remember when the realization that I'm a sadist hit me. I wondered why I wanted to hit Olivia if I liked her so much. Why did her pain bring me so much pleasure? The awareness of it brought a ton of shock and surprise, but I knew it was true the same way so much of this has been a revelation to me. I'm learning about myself in real time, and now that I'm down in the playhouse again, there is no fear of the unknown. There is onlymore to explore. I used the Saint Andrew’s cross last time, but there is also a spanking bench, and a massive bed with restraints attached to its posts. There is an entire world down here for me to grab ahold of, and my body is pulsing with excitement. I'm going to fucking wreak havoc in this room.
“No,” I turn around and say to Olivia, who is already preparing to drop to her knees at the bottom of the stairs. This has become sort of a ritual, where she gives herself to me, presenting her submission and offering it to me on her knees. It’s a truly beautiful sight, but I have something better in mind.
Olivia stops mid-crouch and stands up straight, her face contorted with confusion. “No?”
“No. Don't kneel,” I say. “Go over to the bed and sit on the edge. Wait for me there.”
She licks her lips as she nods, and then starts walking. “Yes, Sir.”
