Control (The Protocol, #1)

by Lasairiona Lewis

Nyx leans forward, resting their forearms on the edge of the bar. “Huh. She’s not abandoning her friends and falling at your feet like the rest of them do. That’s gotta be bugging the shit out of you, right?”

When Addison refills her margarita glass from the fresh jug one of the other bartenders placed on their table, my stomach sinks. “Damn. No sex for you.” Nyx rolls their lips, very clearly trying not to laugh at me. I thought Addison and I connected, I thought for sure I was getting laid tonight. She res...

Sighing, I shake my head. I guess I misjudged the situation... until there’s a warm hand on the small of my back, and the scent of strawberries in my nostrils. “I’m here with my girlfriends, lover boy. If you think I’m deserting my squad for some—albeit fine—dick, you don’t know the first thing about me. My girls will always come first.” I think I just came in my boxers. There’s literally nothing ...

And I happen to have a fairly pretty face. I’d like to think if Addison was going to fold on her ideals, it’d be for my d...

She presents me with her cell number on a piece of paper, with a heart over the I in her name. “I’m free tomorro...

“I heard through the grapevine that kinky people don’t like to fall into bed without prior discussion of kinky events that may or may not come up during the... kinkfest.”

My fingers itch to wrap the curl around my finger and tug her toward me, to bury both hands into her unruly mane as she sucks my dick. Don’t touch the curls my ass.

“Back to the kinkfest. What, exactly is involved in a kinkfest? Just so I’m prepared.” She smacks my shoulder. “I have no idea, isn’t that what the pre-kinkfest discussion is for? To figure out what we want to do when we get naked?”

“Yes, Addison. I want to get you naked. Yes, I’m a dominant. Yes, I generally only sleep with other people in the lifestyle, and I’m not looking for anything long-term.” She assesses me with an appraising stare. “Dominant, kinky, one night stand.” She taps her bottom lip with her index finger. “I could work with that.” “So you want to get together to talk about our kinks before our kinkfest?” She nods, her freckles darkening when her cheeks pink up again. I offer her my hand to shake. “I look forward to our pre-kinkfest negotiations, Addison.”

Her nostrils flare as though she’s fighting an eye roll, and I can’t help myself. “Ever seen Fifty Shades?” “I have.” She rolls her plump bottom lip between her teeth. “Do you remember what happened when Ana rolled her eyes at Christian?” Her breath catches yet again as her stare intensifies, and it might be my new favorite sound. She leans toward me, her shirt falls forward, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to ogle her tits. “Maybe I want you to spank me.”

When they gather their things to leave, Addison steps away from the table leaving her phone next to her half-finished drink. Snagging it, I dart toward the exit to intercept her on her way out. “Addison.” She spins to face me, swaying a little as she does, and I wave the phone at her. “We can’t talk about our kinkfest tomorrow, if you leave this here.” She licks her lips as she takes the device from me and tucks it in the ass pocket of her jeans. “And we can’t be having that now, can we, Sir?” With a final grin, she’s out the door, and I can’t wait for tomorrow.

SOS. Addison renamed the discussion “Sub Club” Paige Is this an “I can’t find my glasses and they’re on top of my head” type of emergency? Or, you know, a real one? Also, I’m a switch, so your chat name isn’t completely accurate. You’ll survive.

Okay, sure, I’m feeling a little jealous and a lot possessive. I have no claim to this man other than the fact I gave him my number, and I want to give him my panties. But the fact that my bestie claims to know him, maybe even intimately, grinds my gears more than it should.

Kenzie Sub Club? Y’all... if this club grows beyond the three of us we’re going to need a new group chat. No one can see what we’ve talked about in here. Paige No one can know where the bodies are buried.

I’m just saying that communication is king for the kinky peeps. Thor will likely want to know exactly what makes you tick before he goes anywhere near your lady garden. Not, like, spreadsheet of desires level interest like Austin did with Kenzie, but he’ll at least want an idea.

I have no concerns that Thor will hurt me. I’m more concerned that my inexperience with kink will send him running for the hills. I mean, I know I like a good spanking, but that was with my toxic ex, not an experienced dominant.

A shiver slithers up my spine, bringing waves of goosebumps along with it. The idea of Thor spanking my ass definitely makes me feel feelings.

Mom always tells me I put the cart before the horse. We have barely kissed, and I’m already fucking him repeatedly when the need to scratch an itch arises.

So what if I’m not a Doctor like my sister Izzie, or have a family like our other sister Sarah? So what if I don’t own my house? Or have a car that was made in this decade? Okay, that one’s a sore point right now considering I just spent all my savings on fixing up that piece of crap. $2500 poured into it, and the very next day the friend-of-a-friend I’d planned to move in with bailed on me and left me high and dry. I can’t get my $2500 back to put it toward my apartment, and I’m now in the market for a new potential roommate. And fast.

And now I’m fucked. Utterly fucked. But none of that matters right now. Right now, I’m about to go talk to a Norse god who wants to bang me five ways to Friday. Then I’m gonna let him.

My palms are so sweaty I almost drop the mug when the barista hands it to me over the counter. She rolls her eyes like I’m a complete idiot as droplets of my precious caramel macchiato splash over the side of my cup and onto my fingers.

I’m not sure if I’m nervous because I’ve never pre-negotiated sexual intercourse before. Or because it’s Thor. Or because it’s been so long since I’ve had something inside me which isn’t made of silicone, and I’m afraid I’ll forget how a penis works and what to do when there’s a man attached to it. But my palms are sweating.

I’m not normally this one-track minded. I was an important person, in a big-business industry. I created fashionable masterpieces for some of the top fashion houses in the country despite not living in a major city like New York. And now, I’m staring at this big-ass hunk of a man like he’s a prime steak and I’m some brain-dead sex-crazed lunatic. I feel like one.

I’m not letting this delicious man throw me off guard. Okay. Fine. I’m not letting him throw me any more off guard.

He takes a sip of his frozen coffee. I’m not sure what it is, but some kind of syrup trickles down the outside of his reusable cup, and when his tongue snaps out to capture the sweet liquid, I melt in my chair. Can I pretend my clit is a coffee cup just so he’ll flick my bean just like that?

“Just how adventurous are you planning to get with me, Thor?” “Just how adventurous do you want me to get with you, Addison?”

“Are you always so cocky?” Why is my voice so damn breathy? “I prefer confident. Cocky suggests I can’t follow through on my promises.”

“Being a submissive isn’t about giving me everything to make me happy.” He grunts before draining the last of his drink and scooting forward onto the edge of his seat. “Think of it this way. Maybe I like taking care of someone after I’ve spanked them so hard their ass is purple and they can barely sit down the next day.”

My jaw hangs open. I don’t even know what to do with that. I don’t know if I’m turned on or terrified. I think I’m both.

“My main role as a dominant is to make sure my submissive is sexually fulfilled and taken care of. Maybe that’s part of my aftercare, taking care of you. In fact, maybe I just want you to lie back and take whatever I want to give you without expectation of reciprocation. Did you consider that?”

He walks me to my car like a real gentleman, opens the door for me, and waits for me to click my seatbelt as though we didn’t just talk about him playing with my badonkadonk.

I shoot off a text to Sub Club telling them that project “Mount the God” is a go, and that if I disappear tonight, never to be heard from again, don’t avenge me. Let Thor keep living his sexy god lifestyle, killing women with ass smacks and countless orgasms. If I’m gonna die, that’s how I want to go.

I had put on my big girl pants and was adulting like the boss bitch I am. Finally. For the first time in my whole life I was standing on my own two feet. Except it’s all come down around my ears, and I’m not sure how to find my way forward through the debris.

I’m struggling to find my fucking joy. Maybe Thor will find it in my panties.

He’s staring at me with those twinkly blue eyes that make my clit tingle. Damn straight I’m coming in, and if he keeps looking at me like that, I might straight up come before I even cross the threshold. Orgasm right here on the porch in the street for his neighbors to hear.

I have no idea what’s about to go down, but I know it’s going to be good. You don’t practice your craft as much as him and not get really, really good at it. I have high expectations, and my vagina is ready to be changed forever.

I’ve never been so acutely aware of having complete advocacy over my entire body until I met this man. The feeling of being totally in control, of knowing I can withdraw consent at any time, is a heady rush that tingles all over. He’s not bullshitting me either. I believe him one hundred percent.

At the bottom of the stairs we enter a huge room. A giant cage-type bed stands in the middle of the room, a mix of metal and wood with a literal cage underneath the mattress and wooden beams overhead with various hooks and appendages.

Whips, crops, and floggers hang from free-standing metal displays. A unit with a number of drawers is within arm’s reach of the bed. He has a dancing pole, a sex swing, and a Sybian placed around the room along with a curved erotic chaise, an...

A St. Andrew’s cross stands near the wall to the left of the bed, and a red leather studded couch to the right. Paige took Kenzie and I for a tour around Protocol one afternoon before it opened and showed us all of the toys and apparatuses. I don’t remember all the na...

He doesn’t give me time to respond before his lips are on mine. It’s a different kiss from the one in the bar. This one is powerful, hungry, consuming. Dominant.

I’ve never been undressed as slowly in my entire life. I’m trying to be patient but it’s hard. Damn near impossible.

From talking to Paige and Kenzie, and from what I’ve picked up at the club, dominants want to be in control. It’s their entire raison d’être, and if you try to mess with their flow, or rush them, it’ll come back to bite you in the ass.

“Black.” “Black means?” His fingers re-start tracing along the lines of my soaking lips. “Stop everything.” “Good. What else?” “Red means stop what you’re doing and change activity.” He hums at my answer, and I shuffle my feet further apart. “Yellow means approaching the limit of my tolerance.” My voice cracks, my breath snags in the back of my throat as one finger dips just a little between my lips making my knees shake. “Green means I’m okay.”

I feel powerful, strong, desired in a way I’ve never felt before, and it’s a potent sensation as his eyes rake over every inch of my body. He doesn’t linger on my muffin top, or the fact my boobs aren’t as perky as they were when I was in my twenties. He doesn’t seem to notice my double chin—God knows it’s probably a triple chin from the angle he’s looking up at me. All I see when I look down at him is lust. Desire. A glint of mischief that he’s been driving me wild with since I arrived on his doorstep.

“Addison. I can’t fuck this pretty pussy until I’ve given you all your slaps. Check the fuck in please.” “Green.”

“Such a good girl, Addison.” He chuckles. “Did you just squirt at me? Enjoy being told how good you did, Red? Enjoy being told you’re such a good girl?”

The last thought in my mind before the blissed-out post-orgasm haze pulls me under, is that while there is a great deal of uncertainty in my life right now. One thing I know for certain, is that I’m not ready to be done with the man who smells like sunshine, whose chest I’m drooling on, and who only deals in one night stands.

The weight of someone staring at me is heavy before I even open my eyes. “I know you’re awake. Your breathing changed.” Thor’s morning voice isn’t as rough as I’d expect it to be. It’s smooth, like spreading butter on hot toast. That should feel kind of creepy, but it just makes me smile. “You’re staring at me.” “If you were me you’d stare at you, too.”

“You still okay? I need you to check in before I lick this stunningly glistening cunt, Adi.”