“Fucked you? I’m guessing she fucked you.”

“She fucked me. And it was amazing. Amie was very take-charge. She was all ‘kiss my nipples, suck my clit, put your fingers in me....’ She liked giving orders and I loved taking them.”

“Then what happened?”

“She kissed me good-night and left the room. I thought that was it. I was just lying in bed naked and smiling at the ceiling and thanking God for inventing women. But then the door opened. Mona’s turn. Amie must have told her how well I took orders because she was just as bossy in bed. After that, Polly came in.”

“You fucked three girls in a row the night you lost your virginity?”

“I was sixteen. I could have fucked twenty girls that night. Anyway, after that, sleepovers at the house got a lot more interesting. After Cate fell asleep, at least one of them would sneak into my bedroom. The girls had all dated jocks and jerks. And yeah, they ignored me at school, acted like I didn’t exist. But it was for the best. I loved being their little secret. Amie told me one night I was the only guy she’d been with who could make her come. I loved going down on them. Loved it.”

“Powerful memories.”

“Very...” He exhaled, his skin flushing with remembered desire. “The girls...they never called me by name. They always called me Rock Star. ‘Hey Rock Star, come play a song for us....’ I would have done anything they told me to. Anything.”

“Rock Star, that’s cute. You loved being used as a fuck toy by three older, beautiful girls.”

“God, yes. I don’t get that anymore. Backstage the fans, they worship me. The women are too nervous just being around me to give me any kind of order. They lay there in bed like it’s some kind of honor to be fucked by me. I remember what it felt like with my sister’s friends. I was the nobody they’d deigned to fuck. I loved worshipping their bodies. That’s what I was into. Not being worshipped. I get enough of that shit every time I walk out the door.”

“So let me get this straight.” The Mistress stood up and came over to him. “You love worshipping the female body, being treated like a sex toy to be used for a woman’s pleasure and pleasuring multiple women in one night? You don’t want to be worshipped. You want to be treated like an object, a sex slave, a piece of property who exists only to give women pleasure?”

Dante didn’t answer at first. He couldn’t even seem to look in her eyes.

“I fantasize about it a lot. About being with women who own me so much they won’t even let me come.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “Is that weird?”

“No,” she whispered back right into his ear. “It’s sexy, it’s erotic and it’s so not vanilla.”

“I always felt weird about it. Unmanly. It’s not very manly to want women to...I don’t even know the word.”