Chapter 5

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My personal sessions are finally over, I glance at the clock 8:30pm I throw all of the toys and chains into the suitcase and change out of my leather dress and back into the silk one from earlier this evening then I grab my suitcase and head out of the room. As I make my way down the staircase the doors to the showroom opens and out walks Zoltan Phoenix, he glances up and automatically locks eyes with me 'leaving so soon Miss D'Jour?' Oh his voice is so soft just like velvet. 'Regrettably yes, I do have to get home as I have to get up early in the morning' I explain, my eyes not breaking contact with his. They are so mesmerising beneath his simple black mask 'ahh the joys of the real world. I must congratulate you on your session earlier it was most enjoyable to watch. Tame and rather amateur but enjoyable' I stop dead in my tracks at the foot of the staircase 'I beg your pardon.''Well it didn't seem as though you were naturally dominant, it was clear that you were forcing yourself into the role. And the way you constantly kissed that man, rule number one Miss D'Jour, never kiss a submissive. But like I said, it was still rather enjoyable' he slowly walks around me as he speaks to emphasise his point. 'There is no rule stating that one cannot kiss their submissive during a session it just isn't common practice. As I am the dominatrix I can do anything that I deem fit and during my four years as a dominatrix I have never once been accused of being tame or amateur' I seethe to which he just folds his arms over his chest while leaning against the staircase bannister oozing cockiness and arrogance.'Four years? I must say you have surprised me and I am not a man who is easily shocked; I would have probably said a few months at the very most. But of course Miss D'Jour if you really did want to learn what it takes to dominate someone, I'm always willing to have a session with you' without even thinking I take a swing for him but right at the last second he catches my wrist and smirks then without warning he spins me around and pushes me so that I am now leaning over the bannister with my arms securely behind my back. Sir Phoenix's body is flush against mine as he leans over me and I can feel his growing erection digging into my backside. His soft breath is warm on my ear as he whispers 'well at least you have some fire in you' he yanks me back up so that I'm once again facing him 'I look forward to that private session' and with a last smirk he saunters away up the stairs.I glare at him until he is out of sight, what an arrogant, self-obsessed, cocky bastard who is desperately gorgeous and has a tan to die for and has mesmerising eyes... what the hell stop it. I shake my head and walk briskly out of the manor and towards my car. For Christ sake, two men in one day catching my attention I need to get a grip... and get home.After half an hour driving I finally reach my house, after letting myself in I wander into the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea. Around my legs I can feel my cat Smokey rubbing his face against my skin so I bend down and lift him into my arms cuddling him tightly while he rubs his nose against my cheek in a loving caress. Grabbing my cup from the counter I take Smokey into the living room and sit down on the sofa with him on my lap, as I stroke his soft fur I notice that after a few moments he's asleep leaving me practically alone with my thoughts.What a day, a new job as an art teacher with so many different children with so many different personalities; I had no idea that it would be so exhausting. Then going out for drinks at that BDSM pub with Tristan, seriously what was he thinking taking me there? I dread to think of the other women that he's taken there they must have thought he were some kind of sadistic monster. I smirk at the thought. Then going to the Midnight Hour Manor house and doing the live performance then three sessions afterwards. I don't think my body has every ached so much. Then that cocky bastard Zoltan Phoenix, oh I just want to smack that smirk right off his face.Maybe I will if he's at the manor house tomorrow...

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