"So how did you become dominant?" – We were currently spread out on one of the couches in Mazikeen's living room. Mazikeen was across me while I was leaning on the armrest of the couch with my legs on either side of Mazikeen. It was a week ago that I moved to her apartment and we started having our own routine.
"A friend introduced me into this kind of relationships and since then I'm a dominant. It was when I was seventeen that he brought the subject and when I was eighteen I had my first submissive." – I answered her honestly.
"What friend?" – She asked. My grin stretched when I thought about Qhuinn.
"Qhuinn Andersons."
"Q? I know he's your business partner but I didn't think you were that good with him." – She said with a smirk. Her sentence made me think of the first time I saw her. Qhuinn did say he knows her.
"You know Qhuinn?"
"Yeah, he's a family friend. I know him since I was four."
"Have you ever...?"
"God, no! He's like a third brother to me." – Her shocked and disgusted face told me everything I needed to know.
"Good."
"Why, you jealous?" – She asked with a smirk, looking up at me.
"Hell yeah! I don't want to know Qhuinn saw what only I can. You're mine as much as I'm yours." – My voice rose a little higher than usual. Her smirk widened. My fingers started playing with her hair and she hummed in appreciation.
"Well, he did see me naked. You know since he's into BDSM and so am I, we often had foursomes, even orgies together." – Her voice calm but her eyes daring as she said it. My fingers froze and I looked down at her.
"You what?!" – She full out laughed, holding her stomach. Watching her I realize she's more beautiful than I thought.
"You should've seen your face. It was hilarious." – Mazikeen said still laughing like a maniac.
"Oh, stop pouting." – She said swatting my arm. I looked down at her and smiled.
"Better?"
"Much." – Her smile grew.
"So, how did you become dominant?" – I asked her after a moment. Suddenly her expression grew grim. For a moment she was lost in thought until she started talking.
"Well, my father always had a lot of control over me and my brothers and later on my...personal trainer too. As you can see I don't like when people tell me what to do so it was rather difficult for me. Because of that, the only way I had some of that control I needed and yearned was with becoming dominant." – Her voice was low and quiet. Her breathing steady, but her heartbeat was rapid.
"Why did your father and the personal trainer had so much control over you?" – My question seemed to put her on some kind of an alarm. Her whole body tensed and her eyes seemed distant.
"My father was a special kind of a man. My personal trainer too. And they sought obedience and control." – Her answers left me with even more questions than before but I didn't ask any of them.
"What kind of a man? Were they abusive?" – Honestly, I was scared of her answer. I saw the scars all across her body but I was too frightened of her answer to ask.
"No. They weren't. Well, at least not the way you think. But that's enough of that. Let's talk about something else." – She said as she settled on my lap.
"You sure you want to talk?" – My smile grew as I looked at her with hooded eyes.
"Of course, we'll use our tongues, won't we?" – She smirked and joined our lips.
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Seduce & Destroy
Storie d'amore"Oh, you don't need to find her. She'll find you." "Are you done eye-fucking me?" - He asked with that smirk on his face. I looked him in the eyes and smirked myself. "No." - I answered and once again let my eyes wander on his body. "I can't believ...
