This collar means you are my trainee. I will teach you the ropes, help you find your limits, and then release you to find your Dom. A Dom that's right for you.
He looks away, his brow furrowed as if he's battling his thoughts.
Damian... I don't want another Dom.
You don't know what you want, Juliet. That's the point. I can tell BDSM is a part of you, and I won't make you fight it. But I promised your brother i will protect you.
He traces the hollow of my throat with his thumb so gently I almost don't feel it.
No one can touch you while you are wearing this collar. Consider it my mark.
How primal of you.
We aren't much better than animals, Juliet you will find that out soon. The collar you are wearing is my favorite. it brings out your eyes.
He hands me a box with three other collars inside.
It's just a training collar. it doesn't need to be fancy.
Your training starts tomorrow. My house don't be late.
The next day, I arrive at Damian's house my body buzzing with excitement. Training or not, Damian will always dominate me the way I've always wanted. I imagine him binding my writs, his hands slipping between my legs, and...
THUMP! Damian drops a pocket of papers on the table.
This is your training contract.
Juliet: Contract? We should know our boundaries before we begin.
I'm glad we are on the same page.
I flip through the pages as he speaks.
First and foremost, our arrangement stays within Nightshade. Your brother can not know I'm training you.
Agreed. The less Ethan knows about my sex life the better.
Damian: Then, you should have no problem with rule number two: there will be no sex.
Damian... Are you not attracted to me?
How I feel about you doesn't matter.
Juliet: I beg to differ.
This arrangement is complicated enough as it is. I have to be in control at all times for it to work Juliet. That means no touching you.
Juliet: Not even like this?
I placed my hand on his chest, his breath hitches.
You are pushing it.
Juliet: Ohhh, you meant like this.
I inch my fingers up his thigh. he stiffens at first, the relaxes, his legs spreading slightly to welcome me until... he grabs my writs.
I mean it, Juliet. no touching, or this ends right here.
A wave of disappointment courses through me. Fine, but I have some rules of my own.
Are you attempting to top from the bottom already?
I'm the one with the most skin in this, Damian. I should have some say in the contract.
He raises an eyebrow, the hint of an impressed smirk on his lips.
All right. Name your rules.
I pick up a pen and start to write. Damian grabs my wrist.
I said name your rules, not write them in.
You didn't discuss your rules with me before you wrote them in.
Damian grits his teeth but releases me. I write as I speak.
Rule number one: I want to pick my toys.
Absolutely not. That's my job.
Damian... It's my body, I should have a say in what goes on or inside of it.
You can pick one toy.
I'll take it.
Rule number two: I decide when I go to sleep. I'm not a child; I don't need a bedtime.
Fine as long as you are getting enough sleep.
Lastly, I want to see your bedroom.
I told you, Juliet. I've never let anyone in my bedroom.
You've also never had a sub before, but here I am.
He studies me, a dark look I can't quite name in his eyes.
You can see my bedroom if you earn it.
How do I earn it?
I guess you will have to find out.
My pulse quickens at the thought. I sign the contract and hand it to him. Now what?
Damian: Now, we have some fun.
Damian whisks me away to a sex shop across town. I watch as he navigates the store easily, completely in his element.
Tell me, Juliet. what type of play interest you most?
That's easy. I'm most interested in... Role play, There's something exciting about playing a different persona.
How fitting. I'm a fan of different power exchanges, too.
An excited shiver runs through me as he grabs a mask and handcuffs from the shelf.
Can I pick my toy now?
This is your one chance, Choose wisely.
I scan the shelves, all too aware of Damian's eyes on me. I will pick the mermaid vibrator.
Interesting choice.
It's waterproof, that means we can try it in different places.
Damian: Duly noted.
Damian takes my items to the register. As the sales clerk rings him up, my eyes settle on a row of nipple clamps. The memory of the nipple tree in Damian"s playroom flashes in my head.
Let's try those, too.
Nipple clamps are more intense than a flogger, Juliet. you are not ready for them.
But I want to try them sir. Don't you like nipple play?
It doesn't matter what I like, You are new to this and need to be eased in.
I'm not some fragile doll, Damian. I can handle a little pain.
A dark hungry look crosses his face.
You want to be treated like a real sub, Juliet? the clamps on the top shelf are the most intense. pick those... unless you are scared.
Never mind, I don't want to try them.
He leads me into his playroom and drops my bags on the bed, then turns to me.
There's no turning back after this you know that?
Yes, I'm ready.
He reaches into a closet and pulls out a leather outfit. then, he peels off his shirt.
I watch him strip, My eyes trail down his hard stomach, my fingers itching to trace every contour. when he drops his pants, his long cock flops, and a furious flush crawls up my neck.
Enjoying the view?
Very much so.
He grins wickedly and pulls on the leather, when he slides the last cuff into place, I suck in a breath. every fiber of his being has shifted, sharpened. This is dom Damian.
Your turn, Juliet. Strip.
He command rolls through me I quickly take off my clothes.
Good girl, Now pose.
pose? I put my hands behind my back.
Clasp your wrists.
I do as I am told, pushing my breasts out.
Very nice, Juliet.
Damian stalks around me slowly appraising me. then, he tugs the chains on the bed.
Up on the bed, I want you on your knees, legs spread.
Oh... A please would be nice
Careful, Juliet. I can end this scene right now.
No! That's not necessary.
That's what I thought on the bed.
I kneel on the bed and spread my legs.
What is your safe word, Juliet?
Green, Sir.
Good remember it.
He yanks my hands above my head and chins them, causing me to gasp. I try to move, but I am locked in place. A wanton heat blooms in my gut.
I like you like this-bared before me. It'II be even better when the only sound coming out of your mouth is a moan of my name.
He cups my breast in his hands, his thumb stroking my nipple.
I push my breasts out, leaning into his hands.
Besides, you are wet enough already, aren't you?
Yes, sir. You are turning me on
That was only the beginning. when I'm through with you, you will be dripping.
He grabs the mermaid vibrator and turns it on. it's buzzing noise sends a shiver through me.
Is this what you want, Juliet?
Yes, sir.
He presses the vibrator to my nipple, and I gasp.
Hmm... That's not quite right, is it, Juliet? let's try lower.
He moves it to my thigh, the vibration shoots up my leg, just shy of my center.
God, he's teasing me! I fight the urge to move as heat builds inside me.
So patient. you want me to let you come, don't you, Juliet?
Yes, sir please.
Don't worry. I will give you exactly what you want.
He holds the vibrator just shy of my aching clit.
All you have to do is ask.
I can't take it anymore! sir... A vibrator won't cut it. I need something stronger to make me come.
Oh, Juliet. You underestimate me.
He presses the vibrator to my clit, and I jerk as the pulse sends a wave of pleasure through me.
I thought you needed something stronger?
I-I do...
Well, then, I'm happy to oblige.
He flicks the setting higher on the vibrator, the pulsing turning to an incessant buzz. I pull against my restraints, the sensation almost too much for my tightly wound nerves. I SQUEEZE MY thighs together for relief.
Don't you dare move, Juliet.
He slips a hand between my thighs and tugs, spreading my legs wider. the vibrator thrashes against my fully exposed clit.
Please, sir... Give me more.
What a change of tune, Juliet. You are getting off to a toy. I wonder what you'd do if it were my tongue swirling around your aching clit instead. Sucking... teasing...my breath hot on your skin... my tongue lapping up every drop of you...
My breath hitches at the fantasy, my pussy dripping between my legs.
Look at how tense you get, how hungry you are to come. you are close, aren't you, Juliet?
Y-yes, Sir. I'm going to-
Not yet you aren't.
He snakes a hands into my hair and pulls, craning my neck back. His lips brush my ear.
You come on my command and my command only.
He presses the vibrator down harder, and my body tightens, my orgasm building hot and fast.
Fight it, Juliet.
I grit my teeth and bare down, staving off my orgasm. The pressure causes me to tremble.
That's it, Juliet. A little longer. you can do it.
The vibrator crest and fall, every muscle in my body straining.
A little longer. I promise It'II be worth it.
My chest heaves, my head going light. P-please, sir.
Since you asked so nicely... come, Juliet.
I cry out, coming hard, my body wracking against the restraints as he watches smugly.
He releases my wrists, and I collapse onto the bed.
That should be enough to satisfy you.
are you kidding? I... want to do it all over again.
You will have to wait until tomorrow. We have a reservation at Nightshade.
Nightshade? I thought you don't scene there.
I have never trained a sub either.
Never? I know you said you haven't found the right sub, but you have never tried to find one?
I told you, Juliet. I'm particular.
He smirks wickedly, his eyes trailing over my naked body one last time.
Turns out I'm doing a lot of firsts with you.
Come prepared.
That night and the following morning, my body aches from Damian's scene, making it hard to focus on anything else.
By the time I get to Nightshade, I am hungry for more. Damian never Scene at Nightshade before. He might have something big planned.