Incandescent

CHAPTER SIX.

Stacey's place was on the outskirts of the city and it was a lot bigger than I imagined. She's loaded. She pulled into the garage and we got out of her Range Rover. "This way." She said, leading me to a door on the left, through a small hallway and into her high-ceilinged living room. It was a bit bland for my liking but it's nice. "I moved in a few days ago and I haven't decided what I wanted to do with the living room yet. Would you like a drink?"

"What do you have?"

"I have beer, wine....whiskey." She replied.

"Um...a beer thanks," I answered. She flashed me a smile.

"Make yourself at home." She said and disappeared into the kitchen. I sat on the couch with a huff. I looked around the bland, uninspiring room. At least it's clean. She returned with a Bud Light and a glass of red wine.

"Thanks," I said when she handed it to me. I took a sip and glanced at her when she sat next to me. She took a sip of her wine and turned to me. "Are you always this quiet?"

"Sorry.....I'm not—good with this kind of thing."

"Which is?" She asked teasingly. I licked my lips.

"Going to a random woman's home—"

"You didn't have to come," she reminded, "you chose to."

"I'm not denying that—if I'm being honest I only came here to ask one thing."

"And that is?"

I looked down at my beer. "I heard you're into BDSM," I looked at her and found her smiling.

"And what if I am?"

"It's not my business but....I was curious to know what exactly appeals to you about BDSM?" I inquired. She raised a brow at me.

"You came all this way just to ask that?" She asked. I nodded. Her smile grew. "It's a form of release, a way to let go—at least that's what my clients tell me."

"Clients?"

She nodded. "I'm a dominatrix."

Oh God. Is this what pays the bills or is it a side hustle? I scratch the back of my neck. "I'm still not understanding. Why would anyone want to be whipped, tied up and whatever else and call it a form of release?"

"It's about control—let's say I'm a CEO of a multimillion-dollar company. At work I bark orders and I work sometimes 11 hours a day but when the sun goes down I give a man or woman complete control over me," she began, "I give myself completely to him or her and let them worry about responsibility while I indulge myself in my guilty pleasure."

"Control," I repeated silently, "what if I don't want to submit to someone?"

"Then don't. It doesn't matter what side you play just as long as both sides are satisfied." She informed. I sat back and took a sip of my beer.

"Are there rules?"

"Of course, it's wise to sign a contract and an NDA to protect yourself and your sub," she said, "it's mostly to protect you." She whispered. Obviously.

"That makes sense." I said, "are you a dom or sub? If you don't mind me asking?"

"I don't....I'm dominant—I like being in control."

"I see."

She placed her wine glass on the coffee table and turned to me. "What about you?" She said with a sensual smile. "What kind of lover are you." I blinked at her and shrugged.

"A generous one I'd say." She cocked her head and crossed her legs.

"How so?"

"I listen." I replied, "but it seems even that wasn't enough." I said more to myself. Stacy stood up and looked down at me.