Taming a Brat

*Alias's POV*

The sun shined entirely too bright through the windows as I batted my eyes open. Looking around, I realized I had no earthly idea where I was. I was definitely in a mans shirt and boxers. My eyes trailed down to my outfit on the floor from the night before. Blurred memories flooded in and I felt the blood drain from my face.

Oh my god, I am at Kane Rhode's penthouse. I slept on his sofa. I spent the night here. Oh, fuck, I went to a BDSM club with him. Fucking hell, I asked to be his submissive! What the fuck is wrong with you, Alias? What the hell were you thinking! I have to get out of here before he wakes up. Maybe he was drunk enough to not remember. My mind raced as I plotted my escape. I only had my thigh high boots, I couldn't walk out of here like this, I'd look like some cheap hooker! I'll just have to run out of here barefoot and hope no one recognizes me. I scooped up my belongings and spun on my heel toward the elevator when my eyes landed on a very amused Kane standing in the kitchen.

"Going somewhere?" He smirked.

"Umm, no. I was just... moving this stuff," I dropped my belongings on the sofa and tried to smile innocently.

"Right," he didn't seem to believe me, "Coffee?"

"Absolutely," I sighed in relief. An essential part of my morning was a nice, hot cup of coffee. I walked over to the kitchen, hoping he didn't remember most of the night before. He handed over a cup to me and I melted with the first sip.

"We should probably talk, Alias," he smiled softly and shifted on his feet as if he were anxious.

"Ah, I guess we probably should," I tried to hide my embarrassment.

"I'll have Damion drive you home so you can change and do anything you need to do today. I'll have him come back to pick you up around six o'clock and we'll have dinner here to talk about last night," he seemed like he had already decided my plans for the day. Honestly, I appreciated it as I needed to go home and process everything myself.

"Sounds fantastic, see you later," I tried to hide my anxiety as I grabbed my things again and made my way to the elevator.

"Be safe, Alias," He called to me as the elevator doors open.

"Always!" I shouted back as the doors closed in front of me.

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Damion brought me safely back to my building and I all but ran to my apartment. I sprawled out on my bed as images of last night flooded my mind. I never acted like this, and I definitely never had any sort of relationships with my businesses partners- at least not anymore. I couldn't figure out why Kane of all people made me even consider trying out BDSM. I don't even know what it means to be a sub, so how could I want to be his? I felt like some dumb bimbo who threw herself at the popular guys in high school. This wasn't me.

BDSM was something I was interested in solely because I never found sex fulfilling before. I was always bored or unaroused, so I had considered before maybe there were parts of the lifestyle I might enjoy. I mean, it would be beneficial for Kane to show me since I know he wouldn't tell anyone, and I definitely couldn't catch feelings for him. I weighed the pros and cons, but I feel like I put myself in the middle of an incredibly sensitive situation. I didn't want things to turn bad between us because we would have to work together. What if I decided it wasn't for me? Would Kane fire me because of it? I just don't know what to do. I'm glad he wanted to talk because I had a ton of questions and contingencies to address before I could even consider moving forward. I probably laid in bed for hours running through everything in my head.

I sighed away my thoughts and drug myself over to a shower, washing away the night before. I came to the decision that based on our conversation tonight, I still wanted to see if this might be something I'd enjoy. Hopefully, Kane would be different than his typical self and would agree to some of my terms rather than making everything his own rules. I decided if he wanted to control everything, I would decline. I wanted a teacher, not a dictator.

I didn't want to do much with myself, still a bit hungover from last night. I put on a casual dress and let my hair fall naturally. When I glanced at the clock, it was 5:57. I grabbed my things before running down to the elevators and making my way outside. To my surprise, only Damion was waiting for me at the bottom of the steps.

"Kane had to deal with an emergency, he will meet you at the penthouse," Damion must have noticed my expression change.

"That's okay, thanks for the ride, Damion!" I slid into the backseat and he went around to the drivers side.

"So, Alias, what did you think of last night?" Damion asked carefully.

"I think I didn't expect that," I laughed slightly.

"I could imagine, I was surprised myself that Kane wanted to take you."

"Why did he?" I asked curiously.

"He said he wanted to show you that side of his life. Kane doesn't go much into detail about why he does things, but I will say he's never brought anyone else before," Damion explained.

"I guess I should feel special," I rolled my eyes. It was hard to believe Kane never brought anyone else.

"You should, anyone else he would have had meet him there. He also wouldn't have let anyone else stay at his home- not even me."

I thought on his words, considering what they might mean. "We are just friends, Damion, at least I think we are," I explained.

"Of course, Alias," he grinned in the rearview mirror.

I watched out the window and thought deeply about what I might be getting myself into. Maybe I let my curiosity push me to make a drastic decision. I mean, I barely even know him. I wonder if that was a good thing or a bad thing. There was one major aspect for me that just made me hesitant to get close with Kane.

"What's his deal with rules?" I asked Damion, hoping he could give me some insight.

"It's not my story to tell, Alias. All I can say is Kane prefers a monotonous life," he shrugged.

Something told me there was way more to the story here. I allowed my thoughts to roam free as we drove to Kane's building. My mind had halfway convinced me to flee the country and change my name as soon as the car stops. I was so lost in my thoughts, I didn't even realize the car in fact had stopped, and Damion was standing with the door open waiting for me to get out.

"Are you alright, Alias?" He asked thoughtfully.

"Honestly, a bit nervous," I tried to laugh but it came out as more of a nervous exhale.

"Give him a chance to open up to you, Alias. Most people don't truly know Kane, but I think he'd like for you too," he smiled, reassuring me.

As I headed into the building and entered the elevator, my mind raced playing through every interaction I had with Kane up to this point. This is crazy, I had to figure out how to slow this whole thing down.

The elevator doors opened, revealing a dimly lit penthouse seemingly empty. I assumed Kane hadn't made it in yet, so I went over to the large windows that spanned from the ceiling to the floor. I gazed over the city as I tried to quiet my mind. Just be honest with him, tell him exactly what you feel. I reassured myself that this couldn't possibly be as terrifying as it seemed.

"Alias," Kane spoke softly behind me.

I jumped, not realizing he had been standing in the kitchen watching me.

"Shit, Kane, you definitely could have said something sooner!" I almost yelled at him.

"You seemed to be thinking about something important, I didn't want to interrupt," he smirked cheekily.

I walked over to the kitchen and Kane offered me a glass of wine- to which I graciously accepted. The wonderful aroma of the food floated into my nose reminding me I hadn't eaten a single thing all day. My stomach rumbled so loudly, it echoed off the walls of the enormous penthouse. I blushed at the loudness, causing Kane to chuckle at me.

"It will be ready soon, Alias," he smiled, "Take a seat."

I hopped up on the counter of the island in the kitchen and started to watch him cook.

"I meant on the sofa, but I suppose that's alright," he raised an eyebrow at me.

Of course, sitting on the counters was probably against his rules. Quite frankly, I didn't care. My mind would flood with thoughts if I sat on the sofa alone.

"I didn't know you could cook," I questioned, ignoring his previous statement.

"I dabble," he tried to hide his smugness with a smile.

"Who taught you?" I tried small talking to avoid acknowledging the real elephant in the room.

"My mother," his composure stiffened. Yikes, I'll avoid asking about family for sure. I get it though, I don't think anyone truly had a perfect family- I definitely don't.

Kane turned around with a wooden spoon in hand. He blew on it, cooling the steaming food he just scooped from the pan where it was cooking. He put the spoon to my face, "Taste," he almost demanded. Instinctively, I obliged. The roast chicken melted in my mouth while flavors of the herbs danced on my tastebuds. I couldn't hold back a moan, food was a weakness of mine.

"Mmm, Kane, that's fucking delicious!"

He chuckled lightly, turning back to finish up with whatever he was doing. He plated the food as if he were a professional chef and carefully scooped up the plates in each hand. He motioned his head for me to follow him to the dining area. I jumped off the counter, scurrying behind him, eager to devour the amazing food he just cooked for us.

We small talked over dinner, discussing work, clients, the weather, and any other boring shit to prevent us from actually talking. All too quickly, our plates were empty and there was nothing more to talk about other than what I was really here for. Kane took the plates to the sink, and I went over to the living room, taking my seat in the corner of the sofa. He sat on the other end, turning towards me. He had a panicked look on his face, his adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed hard before beginning.

"So, Alias," he started, "About last night."

The word vomit began. "Kane, I was a bit drunk and I was overly excited and I've never experienced anything like that before and I just wanted to-"

"Alias," he said softly.

"Yes?" I asked, knowing he meant for me to shut up.

"You don't have to explain yourself, we can just talk, you know?" He explained genuinely. I felt myself relax at his words, considering maybe I could just open up and talk through everything with him.

"Okay, I don't know how to talk about things like this," I was honest about my ignorance. No one had ever asked me to talk through my feelings and desires, especially in a sexual sense.

"That's okay, Alias. Tell me, what did you think of last night?" He asked thoughtfully. I didn't expect Kane to be so cautious and considerate, this was definitely a different side of him than I've ever seen.

"I thought it was... interesting, I suppose," I honestly didn't know how to describe how I felt.

"Interesting as in you enjoyed watching?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yes and no," I debated his words.

"Why no?" He asked.

"I enjoyed watching, but I think I would enjoy it more if it were me," I hesitated as I spoke, unsure of the right words.

"You would enjoy being apart of the demonstration?"

"No, well, not anytime soon. I would enjoy it privately maybe," I blushed considering what it might feel like to be on display for anyone to see.

"Okay, and you asked me to teach you," he trailed off, waiting for me to respond. I felt my throat close up and all words I know drain from my memory. I did ask him, but did I really want him to teach me? I have to be sure before agreeing to anything.

"Kane, why did you take me there?" I asked bluntly. If I was going to get the answers I wanted, I would have to be more direct.

"I wanted to show you why I don't allow anyone to refer to me as Sir," he responded carefully.

"And you show all of your employees?" I asked, knowing the answer. Of course he didn't, so why me?

"No, I definitely don't," he almost laughed at the thought, "Most don't continue to call me Sir after I tell them not to the first time."

I considered his words, "Yeah, okay. But why not just tell me why?"

"Would you have believed me? Rather, would it have made you stop if I just told you?" He questioned intently.

"Probably not, fair point," I agreed. "Why not just fire me then?" Seems as if that would have been easier than showing me his second life outside of the office.

"You do damn good work, Alias. There's not another marketing company with an approach like yours," he explained. I was a bit sadden by his words, though I'm not sure what I wanted him to say.

"I also, for some unknown reason, have taken a liking to you," he smirked, "No one has come along and challenged my rules or disrupted my office the way you have before. Funny enough, I typically despise that, but I guess there's just something about you, Alias. I'd like to know you outside of work, but I didn't take you to the club to seduce you or suggest anything to you at all. I hope you didn't take it that way, though I see why you would." He seemed genuine in every single word. I felt a little more at ease realizing he felt exactly how I felt. Someone I would normally despise, yet I still enjoy being around.

"It did sort of seem as if you brought me to seduce me, but I guess I wouldn't have slept on the sofa if that were the case," I laughed at the realization. He truly did just want to show me that side of him, and he didn't take advantage of me when I was intoxicated. He laughed with me a bit before continuing.

"Alias, I would like to get to know you, but I don't think we should just jump into anything before you're even sure of what you want. I hope that's alright," he seemed nervous as he spoke.

I exhaled a sigh of relief I didn't realize I was holding in, "Yes, yes! You read my mind," I grinned realizing I had no more reason to be anxious.

"So, you'd like to get to know me too?" He asked with a smirk.

"I would love to get to know the real Kane Rhodes," I beamed at him from the other side of the sofa. He smiled back at me, seemingly as relieved as I was.

"Another glass of wine?" He nodded to my empty glass. A mischievous idea came to mind.

"Another for both of us, let's play a game!"

"A game?" He hesitated.

"Yeah, let's play Truths, it's like Truth or Dare without the dares," I explained. This game was always the best to learn more about people without having to have awkward conversations. He seemed to want to decline at first, but then poured two very full glasses of wine and made his way back to the sofa. He handed me the glass and I began to explain the rules.

"So, if you don't want to answer, you have to drink! And you only get two skips. Got it?"

"Look at Alias, telling me the rules," he chuckled and nodded his head signaling me to start the game.

"Okay, what is your favorite color?" I asked proudly.

He laughed lightly before replying, "It's blue," he smiled, "And yours?"

"Blue- but not just any blue, light blue like the sky on cloudless summer day," I giggled knowing I probably didn't have to go that in depth.

"Interesting, oddly specific, but interesting nonetheless," he laughed at me.

The game continued on allowing me to learn that Kane is an only child that was groomed to run his family business since birth. He was born and raised right here in the city. He enjoys photography and cooking, but he hates all forms candy. Airplanes make him nervous despite the amount of times he has traveled. He does not prefer to drive, so that is why Damion always drives him. Damion and Kane have been friends since they met at the club ten years ago. Kane has had one serious relationship in his entire life, but he used his skips to avoid any questions I had about that. He's never ridden a horse, to which I insisted I teach him. We laughed until our sides hurt and overall I truly learned things about Kane I would have never guessed. It was starting to get late, and I hadn't really asked any questions about his history in BDSM yet. I had put off the questions I really wanted to ask, but I would never know if I didn't ask now.

"How long have you been in the BDSM lifestyle and how did you get started?" I asked cautiously. I don't know how you ask someone that, or if you are even supposed too. To my surprise, he didn't seem bothered by the questions.

"It's a little more complex than 'how long' because essentially it was always apart of me, I just had to be old enough to venture into it on my own. I realized what my kinks were as a teenager and started exploring them more as a young adult. I was in my early twenties when I actually began learning to be a Dominant," he explained, "Some friends of mine helped me discover Safe Space, the club where I took you, and that's where I learned most things I know now. Also- that was two questions, so I get two questions," he smiled cheekily at me.

"Okay, fine. Ask away," I smiled in anticipation.

"Why do you think you'd be interested in BDSM and what makes you think you'd want to be a sub?" he asked. I don't know why I hadn't expected a question like that, but I truly had to think for a minute before answering.

"Hm, I guess because I always found sex boring. I could fall asleep in missionary," I rolled my eyes remembering my previous experiences, "I always wanted.. something else. I think I'd want to be a sub because of the things that interest me. I guess they would fall under what a submissive enjoys."

"And what might that be?" He raised an eyebrow curiously.

"It's my turn to ask a question," I smirked back at him. I could tell him bit his tongue to prevent some smart ass remark from escaping. Truth is, I never told anyone my fantasies, and I was nervous to say them aloud.

"Ask me something then," he said with a slight hint of frustration in his voice.

"Why do you want to know my desires?" I tried to hide the blush creeping across my cheeks.

"Curiosity," he stated plainly, "Mostly anyway," he followed up with a sly smirk, "Now, answer my previous question."

"What question?" I tried to play dumb.

"What are your desires, Alias?" He was studying me intently.

"Skip," I honestly was too shy to tell him my fantasies. I was afraid he would judge me being that he is as experienced as he is.

"Alias, don't skip. Just tell me. I promise I never judge another's kinks," he said softly and reassuringly.

I sighed a long, nervous huff trying to figure out how to tell someone my deepest thoughts for the first time.

"I'd like to be tied up," I said in one breath. That wasn't too bad, but I waited for Kane's reaction. Surprisingly, he just nodded slightly. "Blindfolded maybe? I'm not sure," I glanced back at him and again he simply nodded. "Teased, played with, pushed to the edge. I'd like someone to tell me what to do, demand really," I could feel my face turning red as I continued. "I want someone to push my limits and show me what true pleasure feels like. I want someone to dominate me. I want to temporarily relinquish my power to someone," I finished.

Kane hardly flinched throughout the entirety of my spill. Instead, he listened word for word and smiled reassuringly before speaking.

"I suppose you would fall under the category of a sub then," he smirked. The room was silent for a moment as we locked eyes. Kane's eyebrows furrowed for a moment as if he were thinking deeply about something.

"Penny for your thoughts?" I asked.

"No one has ever tied you up before?" He questioned me as if it were unbelievable.

"Nope, not even handcuffed me," I replied with a long huff. How depressing was my sex life to have never had such a simple desire fulfilled, I know. Kane seemed bothered by my response.

"What's wrong with that?" I asked curiously.

"You never asked?" He responded.