Chapter 3

I thought I knew what to expect when I walked onto the stage tonight. The image of the woman Boris sent me was clear in my mind. But in person, she is easily a thousand times better.

Her confidence as she steps forward, pushing me down to my knees in front of her has me obeying without a single word. She bends in front of me, looking deep into my eyes until it feels as if our souls are connecting.

"Are you ready to play, pup?" she asks with a slight Russian accent.

It surprises me because nothing about her feels Russian. Instead of thinking too much about that, I nod my head in agreement.

She stands, tsking as she waves a finger at me. "Use your words."

"Yes," they come out muffled because of the puppy mask, so I speak louder. "Yes, my devil."

I don't know what has me using the name, but it feels fitting for her. Typically, a dominatrix prefers to give me a name to call them, but addressing them without a title is considered rude or deserving of a punishment. And as much as I cannot wait for her to punish me, I also didn't want to disrespect her by not giving her a title.

I watch as she contemplates letting me use it or punishing me for it. Either way, I am already enraptured by her.

"I will allow it because I did not introduce myself first," she says. My shoulders relax a little bit, watching her take the stage like she has all the power.

And she does. The way her muscles move and flex as she struts across the polished hardwood, lights illuminating her latex bodysuit, it's captivating. Her posture is stiff, commanding. She is every bit of the devil she claims, and I want to burn in her flame.

Glancing out at the small audience, it's clear that all of them would kiss her boots if she demanded, yet I'm the lucky pup with access right now.

After she introduces herself, she shows the audience some of the equipment on stage, gauging what they want to see happen here tonight. I sit patiently, waiting like the desperate good boy I crave to be called.

She walks over to a chair that looks more like a throne and sits down. Calculating eyes scan me on my knees until finally, she pats her leg, and I crawl to her seductively. I can hear the audience moan in approval, and when my head reaches her legs, she parts them so that I can look up at her.

"Good boy," she praises softly. I groan, sitting back on my heels because the words resonate deep within me. As if I needed to hear them in order to take my next breath.

I'm wearing black leather pants and no shirt. Thankfully, Boris forced me to stay in shape to keep up with the missions I'm brought on, so even though I am quickly approaching fifty, I have a decent torso.

A black-gloved finger, with the nail pushing at the end, trails along my collarbone, causing goosebumps to erupt over my skin.

"Does my good boy want to take a walk?"

I nod, but quickly remember to use my words. "Yes, my devil."

Her bright red lips stretch into a broad smile. She leans over me, her breasts purposefully right at eye level as she fastens a leather strap around my neck. Tempting me. But I refuse to take the bait and sit perfectly still.

The leash is already attached when she fastens the leather strap. When she sits back, she pulls on it, making my chin rest on her exposed thigh. I rub my face against it, breathing in her scent as I submit.

It's familiar, comforting, and all consuming. I allow it to be the only thing that exists, finding that space in my mind that feels as if I curled into a nest of my own making.

Slowly, she stands and walks me around the stage. I crawl for her like my life depends on it, and when I catch the eye of a few people in the audience, I can see they are truly enjoying the show.

She forces me to lay my head on her boots, then asks me to kiss them. The leather under my lips is like a cool refresh to the heat my body feels, so I rub my cheek into them too, giving her every bit of my submission and affection in one.

Every once in a while, I check the room, seeing more and more people filing in until no seats are left, and they are forced to stand in the back.

They're all here for her, and I understand why.

"Does my little pup want to play with some toys?"

She gestures to a spanking bench. My back stiffens as I nod swiftly, all but shaking my imaginary tail for her.

"Yes, my devil. Please."

The way her lips stretch into an approving grin, the red somehow deeper, almost bloody, has my cock straining in my pants like a teenager.

After fastening me to the bench, my arms locked by my head and ankles fastened tightly so that I am completely at her mercy, she takes a knife and cuts a line in the leather pants so that my leaking, throbbing length is finally free.

"Oh no, someone didn't listen to those instructions," she says, and I rack my brain trying to figure out what she could be talking about. The leather tears further so that my ass and balls are exposed to the audience, my hard cock in the air for all to see.

And I love every second of it.

That's when I realize what else I was supposed to put on.

"My little pup was supposed to be in a cock cage."

Her gloved hand wraps around my length and squeezes until I feel myself drip for her.

The audience gasps and a thrill runs through me that I've never experienced before.

"How should he be punished?" she asks the audience. A few people shout out something, but she must hold out her hand to silence them because they all quickly quiet down.

"For those of you who have joined late and may not know who I am, you may refer to me as Mistress Devil or Devil in Disguise."

Her heeled feet carry her in front of me, and I strain to look up into her eyes. Just as I see them flash with fire, one of her contacts moves slightly so that I can see the dark brown isn't her real color.

"And I make the rules here."

Murmurs of ‘Yes mistress' fill the room. She bends down so that we're at eye level.

"Do you remember your safe word?"

"Yes, my devil."

Something about her feels familiar. The swell of her cheeks when she smiles, the way she blushes. I scan every inch of her as she stands, and if I wasn't strapped to a bench right now, I surely would be on my ass on the ground.

A small lock of red hair peeks out just behind her ear, and all of the blood in my body goes to my dick. Everything swiftly falls into place as I stare at the woman in front of me, recognizing her even through the cloud of lust.

Kandace.

As soon as the realization hits, so does the bite of a whip directly to my balls. It's then that I know without a doubt, I am head over heels in love with this woman and staying away from her is no longer an option.