The Mistress Files: The Case of the Reluctant Rock Star

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The Mistress Files: The Case of the Reluctant Rock Star
Tiffany Reisz

Welcome to the private files of Nora Sutherlin, The Mistress. Kingsley Edge, owner of the 8th Circle BDSM club, has ordered her to compose client profiles so the other Dominatrixes in his employ can learn from her expert erotic encounters. She’s the best Dominatrix at the club and her clients always leave satisfied…#3 The rock star who says he’s researching a music video, but whose arousal makes Nora determined to prove he’s a sub. Explore more of Nora’s erotic world. There are 4 more Mistress Files to uncover beforeThe Mistress – book 4 in The Original Sinners series, out on 31st July 2013.‘Dazzling, devastating and sinfully erotic’ - Author Miranda Baker ‘Stunning. One of the best novels I have ever read. I am simply in awe and feeling richer for the experience.’ - Good Reads Reviewer on The Siren‘This book made me feel everything.’ - Author Courtney Milan on The Siren

About the Author

TIFFANY REISZ is the author of the highly acclaimed series The Original Sinners. Slightly shameless, Tiffany dropped out of a conservative Southern seminary in order to pursue a career as a writer. This move, while possibly putting her eternal salvation in peril, has worked out better than she anticipated. She has five piercings, one tattoo and has been arrested only twice. When not under arrest, Tiffany writes erotica and erotic romance and is diligent in doing all her own research, and lives and writes by the erotica writer’s creed: it’s not erotica until someone gets hurt.

Follow Tiffany on Twitter @tiffanyreisz or email her at littleredridingcrop@gmail.com.

The Mistress Files

Tiffany Reisz

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

Welcome to the private files of Nora Sutherlin, The Mistress.

Kingsley Edge, owner of the 8th Circle BDSM club and Nora’s occasional lover, has ordered her to compose client profiles so the other Dominatrixes in his employ can learn from her expert erotic encounters. She’s the best Dominatrix at the club and her clients always leave satisfied, no matter how unusual their requests may be. And The Mistress’s first five cases are anything but vanilla….

Explore more of Nora’s erotic world inThe Mistressby Tiffany Reisz, the latest novel in the Original Sinners series.

The Mistress Files #3

The Case of the Reluctant Rock Star

By Nora Sutherlin

Okay, King. You’re going to love this one. Don’t pretend you weren’t drooling over this guy when he walked into Headquarters. We all were. Lean but muscular, perfect bed head, two full sleeves of tattoos, big damn smile…remember him? He came to you with a stack of Benjamins an inch high and a request for “a couple hours with your hottest Dominatrix.” I remember it well. Not that I was eavesdropping from the next room or anything. I just happened to be in the next room standing by the door with my eye at the keyhole. What? I was practicing picking locks. You told him that you had the perfect Dominatrix to meet all his needs. Beautiful, intelligent, dominant, extremely experienced, and ready and willing to perform any sort of sadistic service for him.

Of course you were speaking about me.

Name: Dante Burns…if that’s his real name, I’ll eat my riding crop.

Age: 29.

Occupation: Rock star, lead singer of The Black Sheets.

Dante said he merely wanted a tour of the Underground. “We’re making a video,” he said.

“It’ll be kinky, something like old Nine Inch Nails. Like the vid for ‘Closer’ but with fewer dead pigs,” he said.

“I’m not into the stuff but it makes for good visuals,” he said.

“Seriously…I’m not one of those guys,” he said.

“We’re just scouting locations,” he said.

Yeah sure, kid. And I’m the Virgin Mary.

The Mistress had every right to be skeptical. First of all, while she didn’t know much about the music industry, she was fairly certain the lead singers of world-famous, award-winning, many-times platinum-selling bands didn’t do their own location scouting for music videos. Maybe Dante was something of a diva who demanded control over every aspect of his band’s career trajectory. Certainly plausible. Perhaps he genuinely did want to try his hand at directing and producing, which is why he’d taken this task upon himself.

Whatever the reason he’d come knocking on Kingsley’s door, The Mistress really didn’t care. He’d paid twice her usual rate for nothing but a tour of the dungeons, the clubs and a couple hours of picking her brain about the job. Easy money, right?

Not quite.

The Mistress met Dante in Kingsley’s office. From the moment their eyes met and she shook his hand, she had a hunch about him. The second she appeared, Kingsley seemingly disappeared to Dante. Not once did Dante glance at Kingsley after The Mistress made her entrance.

“So you’re the Mistress?” Dante’s eyes grazed her body from head to boot and back again. “Very nice to meet you.”

“Very nice to beat you,” she said, giving him her most dangerous sort of grin.

“No beating.” He wagged his finger at her like a teacher to a naughty pupil. For a split second she considered how much force she’d have to exert to break that finger. “Here for the tour and nothing more.”

“Yes, for your music video, you said. How nice. We lifestyle Dominants love it when outsiders take our entire world, our culture and our people and turn them into a fake Hollywood bubblegum backdrop for a pop song.”

She said the words with a smile and enjoyed watching Dante squirm in his punk boots.

“It’s more alternative than pop,” he said sheepishly. “Really good alternative. My band’s hard-core.”

“Hard-core? So am I. Poured scalding candle wax on a client’s balls yesterday. Your band does that sort of thing?”

“Um…” Dante went pale underneath his tan. “We say ‘fuck’ a lot.”

“Yeah, so did my grandmother.”

“Maîtresse?” Kingsley gave her a stern stare. She only winked at him. “This is Dante Burns. He’s been hailed as the next Trent Reznor.”

“Who?”

“You don’t know who Trent Reznor is?” Dante sounded aghast.

“Is he a client, King?”

“Non.”

“Have I ever fucked him?” she asked.

“Not to my knowledge,” Kingsley said.

“Then no, I haven’t heard of him. So you’re the next Someone-I’ve-Never-Heard-Of? Congrats.” She shook his hand.

“I promise, he’s really famous.” Dante sounded heartbroken. Poor baby.

“Don’t sweat it,” she said. “I’m just giving you shit because you deserve it. King? We good to go?”

Kingsley only nodded and waved her from the office. She had a feeling that Kingsley had decided that tall stack of hundreds on his desk wasn’t close to paying for the headache she’d given him.

“Ready, Mr. Burns?”

“Sure.” He sounded doubtful now. Gone was the cocky rock star. “I’m all yours.” He said the words casually, too casually. Behind them she heard something. Something hungry, something wistful, something true.

“This is HQ,” The Mistress said as they left Kingsley’s office. “Kingsley lives here, works here and reigns here. He takes the King part of Kingsley very seriously. You should, too. You might be more famous than he is and you might even have more money, but there’s no one in the house who would take your side against him, who would take an order from you that he had contradicted, who would even take a step out of this house with you without his permission.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously. King doesn’t have employees. He has slaves and submissives. Well-paid slaves and submissives, of course. But they don’t work for the money. They work for the kink. None of his employees are vanilla.”

“Vanilla…that means like straitlaced and normal, right?”

The Mistress smiled at him.

“Vanilla means ‘not kinky.’ It’s what we call people outside the scene, the straight types. You, for instance, are vanilla.”

“No way. I have more tattoos than Brian Setzer. We counted one day.”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s not clean versus ink, Goth versus normal, gay versus straight, Mohawk versus buzz cut. If you don’t do kink, you’re vanilla. And didn’t you just say yourself a few minutes ago up in King’s office that you’re ‘not one of those guys’? Or did I mishear you while I was eavesdropping?”

“I said that, yeah. Just not used to be described as, you know, vanilla.” He winced at the word as if she’d called him something really offensive, like “impotent,” or “racist,” or “a politician.”

“Get used to it, Vanilla. If you aren’t kinky, that’s what you are. There’s no shame in being vanilla. Some of my best friends are vanilla.”

“Really?” he said with some hope.

“Nope. Come on. Let’s get to the club.”

Kingsley had a Rolls-Royce waiting for them outside his town house. The driver hopped out and opened the door for them.

“Nice car,” Dante said, studying the interior. “Total pussy wagon.”

“You have no idea….” The Mistress said as Dante got comfortable on the bench seat where she’d seen Kingsley fuck at least a dozen different people over the past year. “So tell me about this video. What are you envisioning?”

Dante looked at her and shrugged. Pretty boy. Rockstar pretty. Eyeliner, pierced ears, good tan, good smile.

“I don’t know. The song’s about a guy really in love with this woman, so in love with her he wants her to be her slave. You know, all guys feel that way when they fall in love with a woman. They feel…”

“Owned?”

“Yeah. Exactly. Like she could order us to do anything we’d do it. And in bed, we’d do anything she told us to. It’s not kinky. It’s just love. All guys feel like that.”

The Mistress studied him as streetlamps cast their glow through the Rolls window. His face went from dark to light, dark to light, with every lamp they passed.

“Do you ever feel that way when you aren’t in love?” She stretched out her leg and rested her booted foot on his thigh. He looked down at her foot but made no attempt to remove or even ask her to take her dirty shoe off his pants.

“What do you mean?” His eyes narrowed at her.

“I mean…do you ever think you’d like to do that, I don’t know…every day of your life? Maybe with a woman you weren’t in love with. Maybe just a woman you found attractive. Maybe all women.”

“I told you, I’m not one of those guys.”

“What guys?”

“One of those guys. Kinky guys who want to get used by Dominatrixes, who want to crawl on their hands and knees for a woman, who want to get ordered around and treated like a fuck toy. That’s not me.”

“Really? Wonder why you have an erection just talking about it then…”

Dante glanced down at his lap and laughed.

“I don’t. You can’t even—”

“You looked down to see if I could see it through your pants. If you weren’t hard right now, you wouldn’t have needed to look.” She raised an eyebrow at him. “Would you?”

“Maybe I’m just—” he paused midsentence to take her leg by the ankle and move her foot back onto the floorboard “—turned on because I’m in a fucking Rolls-Royce with a beautiful women with black hair, amazing tits, wearing a leather skirt and corset. I think about any guy on the planet would pop one in this situation even if he is vanilla.”

“Which you are, right?” She batted her eyelashes at him.