“What sort of pain?” Mr. Parker asked, his expression curious.
“Electricity, clamps, whips, floggers, having my hair pulled, and, you know, erotic spankings.” I lifted my gaze to his. “Not like what Josh was doing, obviously. But I do like rough play.”
Someone please give me a ball gag! I’m getting in over my head here.
“However, I don’t care for humiliation,” I confessed simply because I wanted them to know. “Especially verbally. Does nothing for me.”
“Have you filled out a limit list?” Ben asked between bites.
“I haven’t. Not with the club, anyway.” It wasn’t a requirement at Dichotomy, although some Doms wouldn’t play unless there was one on file. Personally, I hadn’t intended to play all that much, so I figured I had all the time in the world to complete it when I did find someone who interested me.
I fully expected Mr. Parker to tell me it was one of his requirements, but he didn’t contribute to the topic, instead forging ahead.
“Are your records up to date at the club?”
“Of course.” We were required to provide quarterly blood tests.
“Are you on birth control?” he asked.
“I am. Pills. I get them at Planned Parenthood.” Jesus. I just opened my mouth and all my secrets came spilling off my tongue.
“What days do you work at the club?” Mr. Snowden asked.
“Usually Tuesday and Saturday.” All submissives in the training program had to pick a Friday or Saturday night, along with one of the slower nights of the week. “Although those can change if someone needs a day off or something.”
“We’ll be accompanying you when you go,” Mr. Parker said absently.
I was curious as to how that was going to work. If they insisted on going to the club with me, would they play while I worked? I kind of liked the idea. I certainly wouldn’t mind seeing the two of them together.
And that thought instantly made me blush. I picked up my wineglass and brought it to my lips, hoping neither of them noticed.
“What’s on your mind, little rebel?” Mr. Parker questioned.
I shouldn’t have been surprised that he caught me. He seemed to pick up on every little thing.
“Nothing.”
His left eyebrow quirked. “What did I say about subs who lie?”
Shit.
“They get fifteen swats,” I answered.
“That’s correct. Which means you’ve earned fifteen,” he stated firmly. “We’ll take care of those later. Care to try again?”
Swallowing hard, I debated on whether or not I wanted to make something up. I took a sip of wine, bought myself a little time.
“I was thinking…” I put down my glass, grabbed my fork, and focused on spearing my lasagna. Then forced the words out as quickly as I could. “I was thinking about what it would be like to watch the two of you together.” I shoveled the lasagna in my mouth and chewed, never once looking up at either of them.
Mr. Snowden laughed.
Mr. Parker said, “Take all the time you need. We can wait. No way am I letting this topic of conversation die.”
Of course he wasn’t.
And now I could feel flames coming off my ears.
Thirteen
JUSTIN
BEST DAMN DINNER CONVERSATION I’D had in…a long time. And watching the little rebel squirm and blush was just a bonus.
How we got on this topic of conversation was beyond me, but I didn’t mind one bit. The girl seemed quite content to share her salacious eccentricities and who was I to stop her? I could’ve let her talk all night and never grown tired of it.
Quite frankly, I’d been a little surprised that Addison had opened up so much. Especially about her fetishes and desires. As for her being somewhat into pain…I think that intrigued me most of all.
Mainly because I knew from experience that my pup was into pain. He was one of the only people I knew who could come from being paddled. I didn’t even have to touch his cock and he could go off like a rocket.
It was a sight to see.
But I was curious as to how that would work. Not because I questioned how I could dole it out to two of them at one time. I wasn’t a sadist by any stretch of the imagination. The only satisfaction I received was from the pleasure I gave my submissive. However, I had quite the imagination, so I wasn’t worried about that.
No, my curiosity was related to punishment.
Sometimes, when a submissive enjoyed pain, punishment became a challenge. Spankings weren’t necessarily a means to change behavior because some submissives looked forward to it. In fact, some submissives became bratty in an attempt to earn it.
I wasn’t interested in a bratty submissive.
That didn’t explain why the thought of it made my dick swell. I could definitely see Addison as a bratty submissive. But on a playful level. That could get interesting.
Still, I was deeply curious as to what had made her blush so prettily. She said watching us together, but what was she referring to? I could tell she was embarrassed and doing her level best to wait me out. I wasn’t a patient man. She should’ve realized that by now.
