Author's note: I thought it would be fun to try something new. And I was right! Dominant!Katniss is so much fun to write. I will definitely be exploring this again one of these days. I'd love to hear your thoughts.

I asked over on Tumblr for a bit of help with safe words and got some suggestions from titaniasfics and sunsetsrmydreams. Thanks, y'all! Read on to see what I've chosen.

Happy reading!

Yes, Mistress

An Everlark One Shot

Katniss eyed Peeta as he entered the classroom. She enjoyed the early morning psychology class. Peeta wasn't keen on it. But one of the rules was that she picked the classes and he had to share one with her.

She cleared her throat when he didn't immediately make eye contact.

He looked up and blinked.

She smiled to herself as she made a mark in her planner for the day and then laying her pen aside. She adjusted her books, making her pen roll off the side of her desk.

Peeta dropped his eyes as he passed, but she could see he was seeking her direction. And she'd seen the slight defiance before he looked away. He tapped the pen a few inches away with his foot before he leaned over to pick it up.

She let out a heavy sigh.

He placed it back on her desk and murmured, "Sorry."

"You'll pay for it later." She warned softly, making another tick mark in her planner. At a louder volume, she said sweetly, "Thank you, Peeta."

He shrugged. "Whatever." And then slid into the seat in the back row.

The professor took her place at the front of the class and started her lecture.

Katniss unwrapped a sucker and popped it in her mouth. Turning just enough for Peeta to get a good view, she extended her tongue from her mouth slightly and twisted the sucker around before pressing the candy back into her mouth, as far back as the stick would allow.

She heard Peeta clear his throat and made another tick mark in her planner. Katniss continued in the same manner through class, marking every time Peeta made a sound or shifted in his seat.

There were eight by the end of the hour. He was starting to figure out how to control himself. Damn. She made a mental note to think of other tactics.

The professor adjourned the class and everyone streamed out. Peeta sauntered by Katniss's desk as she lingered. He leaned close, a smirk on his face and an anxious glint in his baby blues.

"What's the rest of your day look like, Princess?" He asked.

She smiled sweetly. "I'm doing liturgy at the chapel service at eleven. You will be attending."

He straightened up and crossed his arms. "You know church isn't my thing."

Katniss clicked her tongue and made another tick in her planner. "That's nine." She put her books in her bag and slid out of her desk. "You will be attending or it doubles."

Peeta nodded and mumbled, "Yes, mistress."

"Out." She demanded, giving him a challenging look until he turned on his heel and sauntered out of the room.

Peeta nodded to Finnick as the two met up. Finnick offered his pack of cigarettes and Peeta hesitated. Katniss hated the smell of smoke on his clothes. Violating her on this would add five lashes. He smiled to himself and made sure to hold the cigarette close to his shirt.

"How's your psych class?" Finnick asked, blowing smoke in the direction of the passers-by.

"Boring." Peeta sighed, taking a long drag, expelling his own smoke in the opposite direction. "And I have to go to the fucking math tutor after chapel."

Finnick flicked his ashes. "Chapel? Since when?"

"Since today." Peeta looked over to see Katniss walking across the quad toward him and he quickly dropped his cigarette to his side.

She stopped in front of him and murmured, "Fourteen." And then she sauntered away.

Finnick snorted. "She is so weird."

"She is." Peeta agreed.

"So math tutor? That blonde chick? The not-so-pretty one?"

Peeta nodded and took another long drag from his cigarette. "I'd rather she suck me off, but she's not into that."

Finnick laughed. "She a carpet muncher?"

Peeta shrugged and finished off his cigarette. "Fuck if I know." He stomped out the butt and blew out the last of his smoke.

"Maybe you can pay her by digging for clams." Finnick pressed two fingers to his lips in a V and flicked his tongue out before he lit another cigarette from the last of his old one.

Peeta laughed. "It would be an improvement from looking at her face." He looked down at his phone. "I gotta go."

"Have fun getting your soul saved." Finnick called after him.

Peeta waved him off. Fourteen lashes was a lot. He definitely didn't want twenty-eight. Well, he kind of did, but he wanted to make Katniss happy. Twenty-eight lashes meant less time he had to please her. If he was going to dig for anyone's clams, it would be Katniss's.

Peeta walked into the chapel after the service had started. He sauntered to the front of the sanctuary, making sure to keep eye contact with Katniss the entire time. She looked away and never looked at him for the rest of the hour.

Katniss's apartment was normal. She prided herself in it. There was a couch and a recliner in the living room with a coffee table covered in all sorts of art books. Those were relatively new additions. It was bare before Katniss and Peeta began their arrangement.

The kitchen was well-stocked and sometimes Katniss gave Peeta the task of shopping and cooking for her. It was one of his favorite tasks and he begged for the opportunity to perform it at least once a month. It made Katniss smile to see him on his knees pleading for the chance to cook a meal for her. She did most of the cooking, though. She got pretty rough sometimes and he needed time to recover by himself.

The bathroom was sparse and only held the bare necessities. Katniss had a preferred soap that she required Peeta to use even when he wasn't with her.

In the bedroom, there was a beautiful four poster bed covered in cotton sheets of the highest quality. The comforter was covered in a floral pattern. At the foot of the bed was a very non-descript trunk that was home to the belts, paddles, ropes, handcuffs, and slings that Katniss used to pleasure and punish Peeta.

She picked out the implements she would use for the night and spread them out on the bed. She tied ropes to each of the four posts, pulled off the comforter, and placed a paddle and belt in the middle. She'd choose which of those to use once Peeta arrived.

She then changed into an orange corset and panties. Her heels were the same shade. She felt like a pumpkin, but it was Peeta's favorite color. She liked to see him smile when she wore it.

And then she liked to torture him sweetly for the gesture.

She heard the door open slowly and stepped into the living room. Peeta dropped to his knees just inside the door after he closed it, his head bowed. "Good evening, Mistress. I apologize for my appearance."

Katniss looked him over. He was sweaty from exertion. Peeta was a wrestler and had several hours of practice in the evenings and then had to do weight training. He had come straight from the gym, not even changing his clothes.

Katniss leaned down and placed a finger under his chin so that he would look up. "Shower. I will bring you your uniform for the night."

"Yes, Mistress." He slowly stood and walked past her, his eyes locked with hers. She loved the anxious gleam in his eye.

She followed him toward the bathroom and watched him as he disrobed and stepped into the shower. "I need you squeaky clean all over." Tossing him a wash cloth, she demanded, "Be thorough, but quick."

He caught the cloth. "Yes, Mistress."

Katniss waited until Peeta was in the shower and then returned to the bedroom. She opened a drawer that held Peeta's costumes. Most of the outfits were skimpy underwear with matching collars. It also contained an assortment of ties with matching pocket squares to wear with the suit she'd given him for Christmas.

She chose a black thong and a plain black collar.

She turned to see Peeta standing in the doorway. Giving him a long look from head to foot, she noted that he was already getting hard. She nodded. "Acceptable."

She handed him the underwear and watched as he pulled them on. His penis peeked out of the top.

She shook her head and pointed. "Put that away."

"Yes, Mistress." He adjusted himself as best he was able.

"Kneel." She ordered as she straightened out the collar. Watching hungrily as he slowly lowered himself to the floor, Katniss stepped behind Peeta. She roughly wrapped the collar around his neck and closed it until it fit flush against his skin. She knew well the tightness he was comfortable with by now.

She took a handful of his hair and lifted, putting her face close to his. "How many?"

He rattled off the list. "One for not making eye contact right away, one for not picking your pen up right away, six for making inappropriate noises in class, one for refusing to go to chapel, five for smoking."

"Which makes?"

"Fourteen, Mistress." He said proudly.

She smiled and nodded, hauling him up by his hair. "Would you prefer the paddle or the belt?"

"I prefer whatever you do, Mistress."

She let go of his hair and pushed him between the shoulders to bend over. "Perfect answer." She picked up the belt and snapped it loudly. "Count. And if you cry out in pain, I'll make you start over."

"Yes, Mistress." Peeta said almost enthusiastically as he reached out and grabbed two of the ropes.

Katniss took her position and began the lashings across Peeta's bottom. His skin was so fair that the red markings showed up immediately. His voice was strong and increased in volume as the numbers rose higher.

He said the last number with a hint of disappointment in his voice. She gave him one more swat for good measure.

"You're such a good boy, Peeta." Katniss crooned, running a hand over his bright red bottom.

"Thank you, Mistress." Peeta sighed. He was already so spent.

She could have felt bad about it, but she decided that it only made things better. "Up on the bed."

Peeta pulled himself up and opened his mouth to ask how she wanted him, but she cut him off.

"On your back." She pushed his shoulder and straddled his chest as she reached up to tie his arms with the roped she attached to the posts earlier. Slowly moving down his body, she paused when she met his bulge. She pressed her hips down. "Don't come."

"No, Mistress." He said through gritted teeth.

She stroked against him a few more times. "You don't get to be aroused." She moved down and tied his legs to the bed and then stood beside it. "Such a beautiful man." She said softly.

"Thank you, Mistress." He sighed, relaxing into the mattress.

"Time for some electricity." Katniss reached over and pulled on a pair of latex gloves followed by a pair of cloth gloves connected to a box. The gloves would send electrical stimulation to him, maybe a little painfully if she turned it up too high. She grinned, turned the dial, and straddled his waist once more. "No orgasms." She warned.

"No, Mistress." He shook his head.

Katniss bit her lip and placed her hands on Peeta's stomach. He let out a sharp gasp. As she slid her hands slowly over his torso, he worked to keep his voice quiet, but a few squeaks escaped as the pulse from the gloves flitted over his sensitive areas. She continued to stroke against his erection, getting wetter by the moment.

"Please, Mistress, may I come?" He asked in a strained voice.

"Not yet." She pressed one hand against his stomach and wrapped the other around his neck, pressing down with both slightly. She pressed her hips harder. Her grip around his neck tightened and she rocked her hips against his.

Suddenly he gasped, "Not real."

Katniss quickly pulled her hands away and got off the bed, removing the gloves. "We'll continue when you're ready again."

Peeta nodded. He took several breaths and then said, "Dandelion."

She smiled and shut down the machine. "I'm ready to come." She announced.

He grinned. "Yes, Mistress."

She let out a soft purr and pushed her panties to the floor. She climbed onto the bed and straddled his shoulders.

"Please may I touch you, Mistress?" He begged softly, lifting his head and nuzzling his nose against the bit of hair now presented to him.

Katniss considered it a moment and then reached up to untie Peeta's left hand, the dominant one. "I'm only freeing you so you can signal if I go too far. Touch me for any other reason and you will be punished once more."

"Yes, Mistress." Peeta grabbed the rope and dropped his head back.

Katniss moved forward and sat firmly over Peeta's mouth. He eagerly licked and sucked at her clit. She grabbed handfuls of his hair and pulled hard. His outburst of pain sent a wave of pleasure through her. As she moved closer to her climax, she pulled even harder on his hair. She screamed at the top of her voice and then moved sideways on the bed.

After a few breaths, she reached up and combed her fingers gently through his hair. "Would you like to come now?"

"Yes, please, Mistress." His voice was soft.

Her lips were softer as she slowly kissed her way down his body. She was always gentle with Peeta when she was ready to get him off. Katniss released his erection and it only took a few strokes before he came.

Peeta reached out to stroke Katniss's cheek and she pushed his hand away, shaking her head. She untied his limbs and took several minutes to rub his wrists and ankles.

"I'll get you some water and ice packs." Katniss pulled on a robe from behind her door and slipped it on as she left the room.

Peeta closed his eyes and pulled his arms and legs in, curling up on his side. His joints ached from being stretched to their limits for so long. He knew Katniss would take care of him because she always did, but he was never sure if it was because she obligated due to their rules or because she wanted to.

She returned with several ice packs, a cup of water, and a peanut butter sandwich on a tray. She helped him sit up and he took the offered snack as she placed ice packs around his ankles, knees, and hips. She took his right hand and started gently massaging his wrist.

"Thank you, Mistress." He said softly.

She smiled and pressed a kiss to the inside of his wrist.

She continued with the massage silently, moving on to the other arm. Once Peeta was done with his sandwich, he moved down to lie on the bed and Katniss moved the ice packs from his legs to his arms. She massaged up each of his legs slowly.

When she was done, she picked up a packet of wet wipes from the nightstand and washed the fluids from his torso and face with great care.

Finally, she pushed his hair off his forehead and asked, "You okay?"

He smiled and nodded. "Yes, Mistress."

She nodded and stood. "I'll give you time alone."

"Thank you, Mistress." He said softly, watching as she left the room.

Peeta removed the ice packs from his arms and closed his eyes for several minutes. He could hear Katniss in the kitchen. He decided now would be the perfect time to bring up his proposal for a new rule. After he rested his eyes for a few more minutes.

He was jarred when he heard the oven door open and the sound of a pan sliding out. He rolled out of the bed and picked up the robe Katniss had chosen for him to buy. It was a deep green (her favorite color) and didn't quite hit his knees. It had taken a while for him to get used to it. He walked into the kitchen, seeking Katniss's eyes.

She smiled and held out a plate that contained spaghetti and a piece of garlic bread. "I thought you were going to sleep forever. I was about to wake you."

He took the plate and followed her to the table. "I didn't think I fell asleep."

"You were snoring." She added. "Are you really okay?"

"Of course." He twirled some noodles onto his fork. "You?"

"I'm the same as always." She chewed thoughtfully for a while. "We've been doing this a year. Are there any adjustments you wish to make?"

"There is, actually." He sat his fork down. "As much as I enjoy being spanked and controlled, I would like…"

"Yes?" She asked softly.

"Can we have one night week where rules are suspended? They can take place at my apartment. It can be our neutral ground."

"A rule to suspend rules?" She thought about it a moment as she took her latest bite. She nodded after a while. "All right. We'll amend the rules after we eat." She went back to her meal and they finished eating in silence.

Katniss did tap sharply on the table once when Peeta started jiggling his foot under the table, one of his ticks that frustrated her.