Wrong. Fucking. Idea

Jezebel swallowed, staring up at Asher fearfully. Her eyes were a gray that was hilarious because they were a contradiction. It was such a dull color even while they shone with so much glittering, rainbow emotion.

"What kind of deal?" She finally asked it softly, still naked except for her sash.

Asher smiled.

"Ask me to punish you for being such an impulsive, selfish girl. And if you do, I'll not only allow you to come back. I'll give you a probationary membership card as a potential eventual vetted player. But you have to ask for it like a good girl, and be sure to let me know how bad you feel and how sorry you are. If you can convince me, maybe I'll accept and you can earn back a second chance."

God, Ivory would have fucking murdered him. But he had to make it a really good offer for her, one she wouldn't resist, because, you see, he really wanted to feel her body shaking beneath his hands while he taught her what real discipline felt like.

She stared up at him, working through the offer in her head, even though it was all pretense. Sulfur's was everything she had dreamed it would be for months since she first heard of it and been so upset to discover that she couldn't get in until she was 21.

The drugs had been a dumb idea. She'd admit it. But it was her birthday, and Ecstasy felt so freaking good.

She really had to learn to stop keeping drugs around all the time. Her self-control was shit so when she had them just laying in the bathroom, she took them out of boredom.

But the only thing tripping her up was the fact that this man scared her. She had chosen a light play dom for her birthday because that was her go-to type. She liked to submit... kind of.

Okay, she didn't know if that was true because she had never actually submitted, if she was being honest. The light doms were always so easy to manipulate for her.

She had this youthful appearance and she'd perfected things like her makeup to be baby pink and doll-like so that when she gave her top a doe eyed glance, she could always guarantee a good few orgasms out of the playtime.

They pet her and tease her and flirted with her, and she could wrap them around her finger and pretend like she was submitting without actually giving up control.

The owner of Sulfur's had such a cold gaze in such a controlled way that she doubted her sweetheart eyes would do a thing to help her. "Um. What- what kind of punishment... s-sir?" Manners. Manners were good in a place like Sulfur's.

He lifted an eyebrow, watching her thoughtfully where she sat, still naked before him save for her sparkly birthday sash. "So manipulatively polite. And it's a fetish club, bad girl, so I'm sure you can use your imagination and think in the right direction."

She shivered. His voice was hard and unforgiving, like his eyes. It screamed of cold control so strong and intense that her body couldn't help but react.

She had an attraction to people who displayed self-discipline because she had none of it in her life. None at all. It was kind of a nightmare sometimes, but it was also kind of fun.

So, while she was attracted to those qualities, she also carefully avoided them. She was scared of real submission and how it would make her feel, scared of feeling something that might be too real.

But she really wanted to stay in Sulfur's. His deal was impossible to pass up.

"Well? I'm waiting. Is my offer kind enough, or are you going to leave? My patience is long, but not endless."

She flinched and then decided to try her sweet doe eyes. She looked up at him with her most pathetic ones, blinking just the right amount. "Please don't be too mean. Please?"

Wrong. Fucking. Idea. He answered by grasping her chin in a grip like iron, and she instantly went wet between her legs just to feel it. She lifted up to him, suddenly hyper aware of the fact that she was a submissive female, and he was a dominant male who was so beyond her usual sphere that he shattered her kinky radar.

She liked to think of it as her dom compass because doms always had little tells that let you know what they were.

For instance, they would stare at a potential playmate and finger their belt or let their eyes linger on her throat when she didn't have a collar.

It was hard for her to get interested in anyone unless that radar went off unless she was on drugs or they were enough of a toxic asshole to let her pretend.

The owner of Sulfur's so dominated, though, that he felt more like a god of the bdsm world. He took her flirty little compass and threw it disdainfully against the wall to shatter it.

She trembled in his grasp, shook. "If you tell me what to do again or try to manipulate me with those Bambi eyes one more time, I will escort you out myself. One fucking chance, girl, and don't play with me again. As it is, you don't seem at all repentant. I suggest you try if you're so desperate to be here."

Asher wasn't mean but he was so hard. Like stone. And he was unfeeling too. There was nothing that suggested humanity in him and that's what scared her most of all.

But even while it frightened her, her body turned so aroused and needy because here was someone who could handle her, someone who wouldn't let her get away with these rule breaks.

Everyone else did, literally everyone, and here finally was someone who might be able to calm her hellish existence. That's what her body reacted to anyway.

Her mind wanted nothing to do with him and his stunning control. Her mind wanted to continue having her Hunter S. Thompson fun until the LSD took effect outside of Las Vegas.

But she really wanted to stay in that club too. She really wanted that card he offered. So she swallowed and gathered her courage and tried to keep her doe expressions out of the apology.

"Please, I'm sorry I disrespected you and broke your rules and caused you drama during a play night. I'm sorry for ruining a scene and that I potentially ruined my playmate's night. Please, please punish me to teach me and let me have another chance."

Asher's gaze cleared of its mild irritation, though it was still like granite. "Bloody hell, girl. That was fascinatingly good."

She shrugged and looked down. "Adderall does make me focus well and I do know how to play. I know the rules."

Asher laughed.

"Oh, I don't doubt that. With your sweet little girl voice and your polite manners. No, I don't doubt at all that you know how to play with light little doms and how to manipulate them for a one night stand to give you orgasms like someone wanting candy. But those are ones like Matt who just want a fun time and don't want anything deeper, who never actually demand any real power exchange."

Asher caught her chin again and forced her to look at him. The look in his eyes made her shiver with fear running up her spine.

"You look at me when I'm talking to you, girl. You see, I think you'll find me a little less open to being manipulated. So let's see how you fare with some real discipline lessons. If you can survive, you'll earn a play card. I would love to punish you, wicked kotyonok. Come on."

She followed, feeling like a scared little fool. God, it was only supposed to be a party night for a party girl.

She wasn't as bad as her flower child days where she had done a lot of LSD and hopped on trains across states out of curiosity a couple summers ago, and she had thought that was something.

He made her feel like she still had a long way to go, and that made her shiver. She had never been so self-conscious about her distant ways.

"What are you going to do to me?" She asked, following Asher.

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