His Angel by Samantha Cole

wasn't the answer she expected, but then she didn't know what she expected. "Nothing gives me greater pleasure than knowing I've given her everything she needs to achieve her own pleasure and/or emotional release and she trusted me to give it to her."
    "Emotional release?"
    Leaning forward, he placed his water bottle on a coaster sitting on her cocktail table and sat back again. "Mm-hm. BDSM is not all about sex–far from it. Although that's usually an enjoyable end result of everything else. It's about getting one's individual needs met and sometimes it means pain is involved whether the final result is pleasure or something else. Let me give you an example. There was this female submissive I met when I first started apprenticing under a few skilled Doms. And before you ask, no, I never played with her since I was far too inexperienced for what she needed. Ava was a very nice but reserved woman, around thirty-five years old at the time, and her kink was to be whipped until she finally broke down crying. But there was never any sex involved with her scenes. One night I got the courage to approach her and I explained my confusion about the fact she wasn't getting pleasure from her scenes. She told me she was very young when her mother married her step-father, a verbally cruel man. Little things always seemed to set the guy off, and if Ava cried, he'd get angrier. He'd start throwing things and breaking her toys or throwing her clothes and possessions out. So to save things she loved, this little six-year-old girl managed to shove her emotions so far back into herself to the point she couldn't cry for any reason."
    Angie gasped. "How awful. The poor girl."
    "Exactly. That little girl who stopped crying turned in to an adult woman who couldn't cry unless a Dom broke through her subconscious barriers to the point she could find her emotional release and let her tears fall. That's why she was in the lifestyle. It was a cleansing therapy of sorts for her." He paused. "I've seem to have gotten sidetracked because I'm supposed to be telling you why I'm in the lifestyle."
    "My fault, sorry."
    Ian brought her hand to his mouth for a quick kiss. "Don't apologize for asking questions, Angel. It's what tonight is all about. Anyway, I prefer to be in charge in the bedroom and sometimes out of it too. When I scene or play with a sub, I like pushing her limits, teaching her things which can make her pleasure and inner-self better than they were before. I like being responsible for my sub's pleasure and emotional or physical health and giving her what she needs, which may not always coincide with what she wants. A sub's safety and well-being are important to me. As the Dom-in-Residence or head Dominant at the club, all the subs' safety and well-being ultimately fall under my protection. I know every sub and slave's name at The Covenant and I'm aware of their hard limits and what they're looking to get out of the lifestyle. If I see a sub not getting what they need or pushing themselves to where it could be detrimental to their physical or psychological well-being, then I step in and do what I can to get them back on track. We have several doctors and psychologists as members who are willing to talk to any other member, whether it's a sub or a Dom, who could benefit from their expertise. Dom's aren't perfect and anyone who claims to be is a fool. We make mistakes and learn from them and grow right along with our subs."
    At some point Ian's thumb had begun rubbing over the back of her hand and the sensations it was evoking had a direct connection to Angie's clit. She was finding it difficult to think but one thing he said did confuse her. "You said sub or slave. Aren't they the same thing?"
    He shook his head. "No, not at all. A slave tends to be in a 24/7 relationship with their Master, giving entire control of their lives over to them. From what they wear and eat, to what they do each day, and of course the sexual aspect of it. It's not for