Page 7 of Painting Her Fate

“Well, hi there, all done with work?” Tamara asks with a grin, bright glitter sparkling against her darker skin. Upon seeing Zane her mood goes flat,

“- Zane.”

He gives a half nod and a hand-flick in greeting. There was an incident a few months ago at Tally’s where Tamara confronted Zane about something, now she will only visit me when she knows Zane is not present. Neither of them will talk to me about the issue, so I stopped pressing it. Other things to worry over than a bickering match between these two.

The silence in the room begins to feel a bit awkward. Time to move things along.

“Zane received some news tonight, so we are going to celebrate.” I return her grin trying to lighten the staleness in the room. She hums in annoyance and gives a snarky retort.

“Have fun. At least someone is shagging tonight.” Without another word she lifted her chin then turned and walked into the kitchen.

Not in the mood to deal with her sulk at this point in time, I yelled out a goodnight as Zane and I made our way to my bedroom. I turn on the far bedside lamp, head into my wardrobe, then strip. Once naked, I exit to find him right where he should be; at the foot of the bed anxiously awaiting my command.

Good boy.

Zane is buzzing like a bee with energy. He’s going to need it to get through my bout of play tonight.

I make my way to the bathroom, turn the lights down low, start the

shower, then I take out a sleeping pill and down it quickly. I’ve never cared for taking this medication, but my mind has been burdened lately, I’m needing a bit of reprieve. I have roughly an hour before I am unresponsive and drooling on my pillow.

More than enough time to have a little fun. I smile to myself as my mind plays out Zane’s potential reactions.

Most times if we head back to my place, we shower, mess around whilst in the shower, then he dresses and leaves. No strings attached; just the way we both like it. Something told me this is not that type of mood tonight. He has his own plans- plans he will be unsuccessful in completing.

End it, Lili. End it now.The gentle side of me doesn’t want him hurt. *Mischievous timbre* But my wicked side is bound and determined to see this through.I’d rather play a bit first. What better way than in the shower? It’s Zane’s favorite place to play after all. Let us indulge our curiosities, shall we?

I enter the darkened shower room, the shiny midnight blue tile glistening under the color changing lighting from above. It reminds me of stage lighting. Best to keep the rock star comfortable.

For a short time, anyway.

My body relaxes the second the hot pulsing water hits my skin. I give myself a quick shampoo and conditioner wash, make my pet wait a few more seconds, then I call out to him as I’m rinsing my body clean.

“You may enter, Mr. Morrison.” I state boldly. There are no other surprises now- by using his proper name, he knows what type of mood I am in.

I’m not a pain-wielding dominatrix in the least; no whips or chains, no ball gags or what have you. I rather enjoy the give and take of power, the ability to do as I please- within reason- and keep them forever desiring more.

Zane practically flings himself into the shower room, his excitement visible and unhindered. Before he can lunge himself at me, I’m quick to plop a bubbly soap-ladened flannel square at his chest. He catches the cloth, glances down at it, then back at me with confusion.

The lad thought he’d get his fill then and there. Sorry to disappoint.

“Scrub yourself well and good,” I begin, my tone turning feisty, “there is no time fordirty boysin my playroom.”

Suds fly as soon as the words leave my lips and in no time, Zane is

clean from head to foot and in position in the center of the space, his shoulder length dark hair slicked back, lips parted, and eyes blazing with wickedness.

Let the fun commence.

Running my artistic hands along the ridges, dips, and valleys of his chest and abdomen, I trace a finger along the black and gray quote on his ribcage, making him squirm and pant with heaty excitement. This sexy rock star isn’t afraid to flaunt his body, andwhat a body it is. Zane is lean, toned and sculpted, tattooed and pierced in the most exquisite of places, he has this mystic dark hair that is the perfect fist-full length- *hum of approval*- and that smirk of his- no wonder why I want to do bad things to this man. The mistress is ready to play.

Catching him off guard I none too gently pushed him against the wall provoking an excited whimper from him. He tries leaning in to catch my lips in a kiss, instead I pull back and waggle a finger at him.

“Ah-ah.” I press my chest to his and whisper seductively, “Those who follow the rules will be rewarded, Mr. Morrison.” His breathing hitches and he rocks against me. A groan escapes him as he realizes his actions.

“My apologies madam,” he is quick to say in that just sang his heart out way he has, “I shall be better at containing myself.” His palms meet the wall on either side of him showing me he understands the game. He gives my curvaceous body a thorough perusing in the dim lighting- not that he can make out much.

I like it best to be kept shrouded in mystery. It adds to the mood. And hides my many scars.

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