Page 105 of Their Famous Dominant (Office Intrigue Duet 4)
That was what I’d learned from BDSM. Not only had it allowed me to quell these deep urges I had to dominate, but it helped to hone my patience through the years. And now, I wanted to show them more of what they could expect from me. I refused to be the man who lost control, who took risks that shouldn’t be taken.
I had something to prove tonight.
“It might not look like it, but this is a playroom,” I explained, mostly for Troy’s benefit. “There are hooks hidden throughout the rooms for those Doms who prefer to restrain their submissives. Personally, I have an affinity for bondage. I want to see you at my mercy. However, since we’re engaging for the first time, I’m going to keep things light.”
I had given some thought as to what I wanted to do with them tonight. Although Clarissa had been on my mind for most of the evening—thoughts of tying her up and having my wicked way with her—I was reluctant to do so without knowing her limits. Although she had a safe word, it wasn’t about pushing her to the point of using it. The objective was to push her boundaries, to give her unprecedented pleasure. Not knowing what she enjoyed or what she didn’t put me in a position I wasn’t fond of. I could simply ask her, but I feared I wouldn’t get honesty right now. She seemed more inclined to tell me what I wanted to hear.
As for Troy … I knew what he wanted and what he didn’t. His limit list had been completed with the same attention to detail he gave everything else. I was confident he had some idea of what he was willing and unwilling to do. He seemed more curious than anything and I looked forward to exploring this world with him. Seeing it through his eyes gave me a new perspective.
But it was also about building trust with the two of them, getting them to open up and offer me every ounce of themselves. Clarissa was going to be my biggest challenge. No matter what I told her, she was still in submissive mode. On display, waiting for her next directive, ignoring her base instincts, and ensuring she was pleasing everyone else.
Some Doms would’ve gotten off on that shit. Sure, I liked that she was obedient, but I wanted her to be content, not merely a toy to play with.
The knock on the door had me pausing. I went over and retrieved the file folder I’d asked Tiffany to get. I offered a quick thank you, then closed the door and turned back to my submissives.
I held out the folder to Clarissa. “In there, you’ll find a membership agreement for Dichotomy as well as a nondisclosure agreement.” I squatted before her, looking directly in her eyes. “If you choose not to sign the membership agreement, I’ll have you watch tonight. If you choose not to sign the nondisclosure agreement, I’ll have Zeke take you home when we’re finished here.”
She didn’t say a word, and honestly, it pissed me off.
I gripped her chin firmly. “Do you understand?”
Her eyes were clear, void of all emotion. “Yes, Master.”
This was not going the way I’d imagined it would.
Pushing to my feet, I stared down at her. “If you have any questions, please feel free to ask them when I return.”
Clarissa nodded.
“While I retrieve my kit, Clarissa, I want you to undress Troy.” I stood to my full height. “After you sign the papers. If I come back and find him naked, I’ll know you had no issues with the forms. Otherwise, I’ll undress him when I return and you can kneel and observe.”
Still nothing. No spark of interest, no desire whatsoever. Clarissa was a shell of herself, a body in the room.
I had no doubt she would participate. Her logical brain would allow her that much. After all, her friends were members of my club. She knew it was legitimate. As for her participation, that was yet to be seen.
I might enjoy getting my way, but I damn sure wasn’t looking for a submissive who would merely give it to me regardless. And while Clarissa showed spunk when we were outside of the club, I’d noticed a difference tonight. She was subdued, as though she was only willing to do exactly as protocol necessitated.
The acknowledgement had me grinding my teeth. I needed some air, some time to put this frustration on the back burner so I could tend to Troy in an appropriate manner.
When I reached the door, I glanced at them over my shoulder once more. “And in case you didn’t realize it, that wall is mirrored from this side, but it is viewable from the room next door. Keep in mind, you might have an audience. Since exhibitionism wasn’t a hard limit for either of you, I think that might heighten the experience.”
