maîtresse!

He wouldn’t venture to stop her leaving.  But Trevor didn’t think he needed to.  The hints falling like pearls from her lips were enough to signal interest. “Edging can be pleasure and pain in the right hands, can’t it?  Held on that precipice, desperate to get off but relishing the tension that threatens to tear you apart from the inside out.  It takes a practiced Dom to do it well … and I can play a body like a fucking Stradivarius.  But as you will, little lamb.  If a little nakedness offends you, you’re in the wrong place.”

In her mind, she was already out, walking back to her room. She was really ignoring his words, but then heard him saying something to her, something that in fact offended her. “What did you just called me?”, she said, turning around, wondering how did someone that worked there had the balls to say that to a level 3 client. “I only tolerate what I demand. And men are never on the list”.

“absolutely.” she said softly, taking the piece of paper and smiling up at the other blonde. “i’ll be there at 7:59.” she smiled as if she was teasing, even though she knew she would be so nervous about being late that she’d end up actually showing up early. 

“behave”, she nodded finally and then turned around, walking her way out to her room. it was time to prepare for a session.

ariana usually couldn’t keep quiet during sex unless she was told to be quiet or she was somewhere she could get caught. but even then she wasn’t the most quiet person. with louise biting her neck and then squeezing her breast caused the girl to squeal softly. louise knew exactly how to turn ariana on.

“i’ll one hundred percent, um… surrender.” she told her, not caring what she had to do to be alone with the woman, especially since she was already open to be submissive for her. “whatever you want, i’ll do it.” she said softly, biting her lip as she stared up at her.

“Good”, taking a pen from her purse, Louise wrote down the number of her room and pass to the other woman. It was a level 3 room, and maybe the other would notice. “I’ll be waiting for you tonight at 8 pm then --- Wear.. White”, she smiled.

she pouted, looking around before looking back at her and speaking. “i definitely am… submissive, i mean. well, i can be. i am most of the time, is what i’m trying to say. and i would never, um… try to cross your boundaries.”

looking away to check if there were people looking at them and then back at delilah one more time she trie dto figure out if the hotel would mind she instead of using their workers she would just take a client back to her room. not that she would ask for permission. “are you really? a submissive?”, reaching to touch her book, she eyed the woman seat in front of her. “are you truly ready to surrender?”, picking up her book, she opened it and picked a piece of paper she was using to mark the pages. “I don’t try, Mrs. Sommers”, she said, pointing out she had noticed the ring mark on the others fingers. “I do things”

Trevor hadn’t expected any interruptions during his exercise and as regimented as his schedule was kept under most circumstances he might have been a little annoyed but the woman with her furtive glance intrigued him.  He laughed breathlessly, ceased his exertions, and grabbed a bottle of water, firing a raised eyebrow over it as he lifted and drained the contents in a single, lusty gulp. “Mmmm, more pain is better?  I’d be inclined to agree but there aren’t many who can take it that well.  I love how it heightens awareness, makes one keenly on edge for every last touch and sensation.”

Stepping back and closer to the door, Louise tried to make it clear that she had no intention to stay in the room, not only for the gym she wasn’t a fan of, but being around half naked men wasn’t her cup of tea either. “There’s plenty of people who beg for more pain”, she correct thim, and then made a o with her mouth. Trevor wasn’t just talking about pain as something in the mix, he was actually into it, in the way that thought about it. To her pain was more into the punishment alley, but he was going deeper than that. “Edging is one the most popular kinks”, she said out loud. “Well, I’ll leave you to it”, she nodded at him.

delilah was glad she wasn’t drinking water or anything, ‘cause she definitely would’ve choked. “i mean… is that a rule?” she asked, her heart racing in her chest as the words left her mouth. “if it is, i can put in an application right now.” she joked, laughing.

“its a personal rule, yes”, louise nodded hear head, as if she was evaluating her own laws now. she had a set of rules for years now, being a mistress for almost ten years and she wouldn’t just change for no reason. “i don’t have sex with people that aren’t submissive. and i rather hire them so we are sure who is the boss”, her worst were harsh, but her voice was so gentle, as always.

when delilah heard the woman speak french, she was practically putty in her hands. “i wish i knew what you just said, but it sounded real sexy, if you ask me.” she smiled widely, not knowing what was coming over her since she wasn’t usually so easily intrigued by someone. well, she was, but she wasn’t always so visibly affected by that person, too.

nodding hear head to the sides, she smiles. “we french we have that effect on people”, a sneaky smile on her face again, looking down to the woman. louise was still standing, her small frame and long hair floating around, pale skin shinning under the artificial lights. “too bad you’re a client though. it means you can’t see what sexy and me actually means”. 

she was kind of flattered that the woman asked if she worked there – she wished she had that much confidence. “i don’t know if i have the talent to work here, i gotta be honest.” delilah laughed a little, sitting up straight and biting her lip as she tried to think of a way to explain it without sounding like she didn’t know what she was talking about. “well, she wasn’t born in france or anythin;, but her parents were! and she spoke it to me sometimes. always called me ‘cherie’ and things like that. did i say that right?”

god the way this woman was behaving right now was just like she was putting herself in a plate for louise to devour. taking a breath, she looked away and back at her. "oh, so you're a client", she pointed out, a bit of disappointment slidding from her tongue. if she was a client, lou couldn't dominate her, therefore not much room to play. "I see, she is a French descent", nodding her head, she smiled. "Oui, mon cher c'est comme ça que vous prononcez", lou confirmed that it was a okay pronuntiation, mostly because she wanted to butter the other one in.

“um, sommers. it’s sommers. sorry, that was real rude of me, wasn’t it?” she let out a nervous giggle, running her hand through her hair as she tried to decide between putting her hand out for the woman to shake or not. “miss petit, i like that. are you french? my grandma’s french, kinda.”

"not rude enough, don't worry", she teased a bit, toying with the idea that this woman could be a brat. which maybe she was, but this wasn't the vibe she was getting. "you're not a worker here, right?", she asked, keeping the grin she had before. "oh, and how is someone kind of french?", she asked teasing one more time.

It had been a long night.  Long enough that by the time morning followed and Trevor finished up a 24 hour shift every bone in his body was pleading for rest and bed and sleep.  But being the stubborn and disciplinary son of a bitch he was, his remedy for that was to head up to the gym and batter his weariness into submission with a grueling regimen.  He was just in the middle of shattering his arms with some weights when he heard the door open.  Not bothering to glance towards it he grunted between clenched teeth, “If you’re needing to use these I’ll be done in a few minutes.  Like anything worth doing in life … it … needs … to … hurt … just a little.”

the comcept of gym was something that Louise actually couldn't keep up with. of course people trying to be their better self physically wise was interesting, and there was a few punishments that a gym aesthetic could bring up, but doing it with another stranger and in front of other people, that was just too much. so now she realized she was in the wrong place, not the door she was looking for. "don't worry, it's just a mistake", she looked away, not really fancing the fact that the other didn't had a shirt on. "oh, you're right there. but i would say more than a little is better".

delilah had made a conscious effort to stay away from the pool for now, not wanting to spend all of her time there in one place and not see the rest of what aftershock had to offer her. she was putting away the book she had brought just in case when she heard a voice and she opened her mouth to speak, eyes widening slightly when she saw the gorgeous blonde that was talking to her. “i, um… i’m delilah,” she mumbled in her southern drawl, clearing her throat as an attempt to get less nervous. “i am pretty new, yeah… what’s, um… what’s your name?”

looking down at the other woman, she had a huge grin on her face. Wasn't a warming smile, was a threatening line on her face. she had a good feeling about this and it got stronger once she heard the other mumble. she loved the insecure ones. "You don't have a surname?", her french accent speaks for her and boy, all of the southern accent delilah was giving her was rubbing her on the right places. "I'm Miss Petit", she answered briefly.

It had been a typical night for Austin. The dancefloor was full of hot and sweaty bodies dancing alongside each other or kissing each other and finding ways to explore each other’s bodies. However, he was not on the dancefloor and instead in the DJ booth, providing the music for customers. He had noticed someone walk closer to the booth so he dropped his headphone to around his neck before asking in his thick, Australian accent.

“Hello? You here to ask for a song request?”

the reason why she was near so many people was actually beyond her. louise hated all of this - the sweaty people, public display of affection, sexual or not, and the LOUD music. she couldn’t control most of those factors, but one she could try. “i have yes”, her french accent came through. “play it down. turn the music down. all of them”, it  was a serious request, she wasn’t joking around.

ariana always took pride in her appearance, no matter what she had planned for that day she would always make sure she looked perfect. it was something that her parents instilled in her when she was very young, and something that didn’t change even after she did. ariana let out a soft moan when she felt louise kiss her neck. many people might’ve thought that ariana would be a dominant in bed, but she loved being a person with a dominant personality in social environment and a submissive in private environments.

ariana went back to change into the baby pink one, before she headed out of the bathroom the girl fixed her makeup. while she knew what was about to happen and how makeup wouldn’t matter, the girl still enjoyed to look her best. she headed back out and sat on louise’s lap.