Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 87629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“I think I can figure out whether I want to drink on my own.”
“That’s why I asked, Elena. But perhaps I should give you your first lesson. You don’t speak to your Dominant in that tone.”
Funny, his reprimand irks me, which is interesting because I didn’t feel that way when Jackson did it.
Maybe submission isn’t for me after all.
“I’m sorry.”
“The correct response is, ‘I’m sorry, sir.’”
Well, I asked for a teacher.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
The words feel all wrong in my mouth. Jackson is sir. I don’t want to call this stranger sir.
“May I ask a question, sir?”
“You may.”
“Would it be okay if I call you Zorro instead of sir?”
“Of course, Elena. Zorro is fine.”
I nod. “Thank you.”
“Thank you, Zorro.”
Seriously? “Thank you, Zorro.”
I’m here to learn, after all. To determine if my enjoyment of this place—this lifestyle—is because I’m trying to please Jackson…or myself.
And if I want to learn, I need to please Zorro. Jackson will never be my Dominant. He’s made that abundantly clear. Zorro may not be my dream Dom, but he is willing to teach, so I must learn where I can.
“So…the drink or not?” he asks.
I agree with him. I need my full faculties here. If I do need to grab a pager, I want to be able to do it quickly.
“Just some water, Zorro. Thank you.”
He orders drinks from a topless bartender. Water for both of us.
“I don’t like to drink when I’m doing a scene with a submissive for the first time,” he says. “It’s best that we both remain hyperaware and focused.”
I simply nod.
“Yes, Zorro,” he says.
“Yes, Zorro.” I echo.
“I’d like to show you what I like to do,” Zorro says. “You may need to remove your corset. Are you okay with me seeing your breasts?”
Not really, but I know the correct answer. “Yes, Zorro.”
“Good. I’m glad, because, my beautiful Elena, I can’t wait to see those beautiful breasts.”
I gather my courage and finger the laces of my corset. “Would you like to see them now?”
“In good time.” He leans toward me and kisses my cheek.
“Zorro?”
“Yes, my Elena?”
“Tell me what you want to do to me, please.”
“I want to touch you. I want to look at your beautiful body, touch you all over. Then I went to bind you intricately with shibari rope, spread your legs so you’re open for me.”
“Will you flog me?”
“I’d like to very much.”
I swallow. “Whatever you want, Zorro.”
“We can’t do everything I want this first time, Elena. Not until we’ve gotten to know each other a little better. But I promise that you will not be left wanting this evening.”
I look at Zorro. Truly look at him. His face is covered by the black mask, but his dark eyes are on full view. Is he wearing colored contacts like Jackson did the first time we came here?
No. There is nothing fake about those eyes. They’re dark and intense and searing into me.
His jawline is sculpted, and black stubble peeks out. His hair is also dark and his skin tanned, slightly darker than Jack’s.
Even masked, I can see he’s a beautiful man. Any other woman would be tingling right now, sitting next to him, having him tell her he’s going to make her feel wonderful.
And while I truly want to feel those things, I just can’t.
But that’s okay. I’m here only to learn—to learn if I like being a submissive.
Or if I just like being Jackson’s submissive.
After one night with Zorro, I will know.
“Dear Elena, you seem to be comfortable baring your breasts here. In the main room of the club.”
Am I? I was being flirtatious before. Am I an exhibitionist?
I’m not sure. I guess there’s only one way to find out.
“Yes, Zorro. I mean… I’m not sure, but I’d like to find out.”
“All right. If at any time you’re not comfortable, tell me. I’ll put my cape around you, and we’ll go somewhere private.”
“Yes, Zorro.”
I see what he’s doing. We’re staying out in the open because we don’t know each other well enough yet. He wants me to feel safe.
He’s a good man. A good Dominant.
I appreciate that so much. So I’m not tingling for him. What does that matter? That’ll make this even better. I can focus on learning—learning to be the best submissive I can be without my libido distracting me.
And there’s one thing I really need to learn.
“Zorro?”
“Yes, beautiful Elena?”
“Would you be willing to teach me something special tonight?”
“That depends on what it is, my love.”
“Zorro, sir…would you…teach me how to give a blow job?”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, I realize I made a terrible mistake. I came here hoping to discover if this is a lifestyle I’d choose for myself. And maybe it is.
But only with Jackson.
Only this realization comes too late…because Zorro’s twist of his lips signals that he’s definitely interested in teaching me how to suck his cock.