The Desire Trilogy: A Domme and Male Submissive Trilogy

"Are you sure you want to go through with this, Monsieur Bordeaux?" Widow peered up from the papers, through her black bangs, and chewed on the end of her pen.

She had known this man for a long time, and she had never imagined that he would be sitting in her house, signing paperwork for something like this. He had never seemed like the type. But that's how her secret lifestyle worked. It was full of surprises, and this was no different. She never knew who would come across her in the community. She was well known by other Doms and subs alike.

Alexandre swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "Yes."

"Let's start the contract then. Now, as you may or may not know... this deal is deeply rooted in trust and communication. We have to communicate in order to know what is too much and what is not. It's everything. Understand?" Widow smiled at him and scribbled something down.

She sat at a long banquet table with a stack of paperwork in front of her. She adjusted her red lace mask and the nervous man, that sat across from her, visibly swallowed. His emerald eyes drifted down the line of her neck to between her breasts. Her red leather dress had a deep V-neckline that pressed her creamy breasts up high. He turned his ring on his right ring finger and licked his lips as she brought the gold pen to her red lips.

"Yes." Alexandre's cheeks flushed and he looked up at her through his black bangs.

Widow stood up and leaned over the table. Her breasts pressed against the tabletop, and he swore they'd fall out from her short, tight, leather dress.

She crawled across the table and put her pen beneath his chin and brought his eyes up to her blue ones. "First things first. You will stare into my eyes and not my breasts when I talk to you. You will call me Mistress Widow and nothing else will be permitted. Got it?"

Alexandre's eyes went wide, and his cheeks burned. "Yes, Mistress Widow."

"Good." She suddenly smiled and crawled back off the table and sat back down. "So, it looks like your health is in order. No past of STIs and no apparent heart conditions. You seem to be in great shape, Monsieur Bordeaux. Now, let's talk about your past experiences, hm?"

"Alright. I'm an open book." Alexandre sat back and crossed his arms across his chest.

"I like an honest man." Widow winked at him. "So, have you done something like this before?"

"Once before, but nothing to this extent. I never signed a contract or did 'this' whole ordeal." Alexandre waved his hand in a circular motion to encompass everything around him. "Dabbled, I guess you might say. I've read a lot about it and watched a lot of it online. Took a few tours while I was in California for business. So, I'm familiar with how it all works, Mistress Widow."

"Ah, but that is where this is different, Monsieur Bordeaux. This won't involve making love or really experimenting in this world. You're about to delve into the underworld and taste what Hell is like and I need to make sure that you are aware of that." Widow winked at him and his cock flexed in his tight black skinny jeans.

He leaned on his palm with his elbow on the table and smirked with a devious expression. "If you're the devil... I'll go to Hell any day, My Queen." He winked at her with one side of his lips curled up.

Widow slapped his hand with her pen and tsked. "You didn't call me Mistress Widow. You keep that up and I'll have you on your knees begging for my pussy within two minutes, Monsieur Bordeaux."

Alexandre's eyes went wide, and he sat back in his seat with a groan. Damn this woman was sexy when she was in charge. He adjusted himself and focused back on her.

"My-Qu-een." He tested her and she slammed her fists onto the table. She stood up and walked around the long table to him.

She stood behind him and placed both hands on the table. She leaned into his ear and whispered, "Now... I'm gonna finish up our little paperwork and then punish you for being a bad kitty."

Alexandre smirked and slightly turned his head to peer at her from his peripheral. "Yes, Mistress Widow."

She let her hands drag along the tabletop as she backed away from him. She ran her fingers through her side-swept bangs and sat back down. "Now. How did you get into this world?"

"How did you?" Alexandre raised an eyebrow at her.

"Fine." Widow gave in and set her pen down onto the paperwork. "I guess this is the one way I can feel like I'm in control. Like I can control the outcome. My life wasn't going how I wanted it to, and I found solace and enjoyment in this world. I had read books about it and something about it intrigued me. I suddenly wanted to be a part of this world. So, here I am. Now you. How did you get into this whole thing?"

Alexandre sighed and tapped his fingers on the top of the table. "Your life wasn't going how you wanted it?" He dwelled on how she had explained her life, as if, it was falling apart. He didn't know who she was beneath the lace mask, but his heart ached for her.

Widow shrugged. "We're not here to talk about depressing things. We're here to play. Are we not, Monsieur Bordeaux? Depressing talk is reserved for therapy offices with so called important books and boxes of tissues."

Alexandre cleared his throat and nodded. "I suppose so, yes."

"So," she leaned on the table once more with her ass in the air and his eyes followed her curved spine. "Let me ask you again." She grabbed the collar of his black deep V-neck tee and pulled him closer. His lips parted and his breath feathered against her lips. "How did you get into this?"

She let him go and he fell back into his seat. He ran a hand through his unruly, medium length, black hair as the room became incredibly warm.

"I've been controlled my whole life. By my packed schedule, my career, my father... I feel wrong when I'm not being controlled. Even in my sex life. But I also am given control some of the time over my father's brand and image. And I'm exhausted from it, yet I'm so used to it being expected of me. I need someone to keep me on my guard. I tend to leap before I think, most of the time. I need someone that can hold me back. Tell me what to do. And..." He spun his ring on his right finger and worried his bottom lip. "- I just like being dominated in the bedroom."

"But how did you find out about BDSM?" Widow pressed him for the answer she wanted. She didn't want to know about his personal life. That was how she would fall for him.

She didn't want a relationship. She just wanted someone to play with. Her last submissive couldn't handle her and she feared that this one couldn't either.