If Only They Knew (Book 1.5) (AU Series) - INTERSEX

Chapter Twelve

She grabs her glass and walks towards the door. I stand up quickly, walking towards her and grabbing her arm to turn her around. My 5'7" supersedes her 5'4", and she looks up to me.

"Yes," I counter.

"No," she says again, shaking her head.

"Please?"

"No, Valiana! I do not do feelings. I do BDSM. I have subs, not lovers." Her voice rises, and I take a step back, unsure if I could accept those terms of hers.

I close my eyes and sigh. "If this is the lifestyle you said I wouldn't be interested in... well, I am. I don't care about any of that; I'm willing to learn... with you." I say calmly.

"Why."

"Why what?" I let go of her wrist, confused.

"Why me? Why would you want me to take something so precious from you, knowing I can't reciprocate your feelings?" I look to the ground, fidgeting with my hands. Her fingers raise my chin to look at her. "Valiana, why?" she asks in a low serene tone.

"You're the only one I'm willing to let take it." She lets go of my chin and turns back around to the door. I almost think she's going to leave, but instead, she downs the rest of her wine. And there was quite a bit in there.

"Fine," she finally replies. I grin as she turns back around. "But there are rules, Valiana."

"List them." 

She shakes her head. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she inhales deeply and releases fast. "Is there anywhere you need to be tonight or this weekend?"

"No. Not this weekend. I don't think so... but tonight? We're doing this tonight?" She chuckles.

"So innocent. We only go as far as you are comfortable."

She turns around, opening the door. "Jeffery!" she yells, and of course, her butler comes running to her beck and call.

"Show Valiana to her room, please. And draft up a contract," she demands, placing her wine glass in his hand and walking away from us.

"Yes, Mistress. This way, ma'am," he says, pointing me down a different direction than her. I follow him and try to remember my surroundings. This place is like a maze. We get to a door and he opens it for me. I walk in, and there are ten-foot-high ceilings with a king bed in the middle of the room. I walk further in and open the double door closet. Inside are clothes plucked from every wardrobe. Male/ female. Even costumes. I gawk at everything in this room. I walk towards the bathroom, and there is a mirror from one side of the room to the other. It sits parallel to the walk-in shower. This shower is huge and has multiple settings. Who has this type of money!

A throat is cleared behind me. I'm startled and forget how quiet Jeffery is. "I can tell this is all new to you." I nod. "Have you eaten?" I nod again. "Good Mistress likes for her subjects to eat three times a day to keep their stamina up." Subjects. Mistress. Stamina. Yup, pretty new at this. He points to the bathroom counter. "Everything you need is there. I would read it if you are not...familiar with the lifestyle." I chuckle to myself. I am familiar with the lifestyle. Any book could be read and open, but reading isn't performing the act. "Oh, and if you are not trimmed, clean... I'd advise you to be. Mistress likes her subjects to be smooth."

She wants me to man-scape. I guess. Why not? Nothing else about this could get weirder. He turns on his heel and leaves. "Oh, and you have until 8:30. Mistress does not like to be left waiting... I'll be back." I nod, and he finally leaves the room.

I close the bathroom door and look at what's on the counter. There is soap, shampoo, conditioner, a hairdryer, trimmers, razors. I look next to everything, and there is a soft black robe. I sigh and look at myself in the mirror. My bluish-green eyes stare back at me. "Are you really about to do this, Vale?" I'm pretty sure my reflection nodded vigorously back at me. Maybe it was my inner thoughts. Who cares? I shrug and turn on the shower behind me, waiting for it to get hot. I text dad. I won't be home this weekend.