Chapter 18 #2
“You are so beautiful and strong, chiquita. I could watch you all day and all night.”
“Thank you, Daddy. I wouldn’t mind watching you all day and night either.”
“Have you knelt before anyone else?”
“Never.”
“Have you ever been handcuffed or restrained? Was the other day your first adult spanking?”
“Yes. I mean, I’ve had my hands held above my head a few times and gotten some playful swats during sex, but nothing like what you’ve done.”
“Do you have any experience with power exchanges?”
“No, not really.”
Her inexperience somewhat surprises me since she fell into our dynamic so easily today and the day before yesterday when I spanked her for the first time.
A hint of wariness niggles in my mind since I’ve never introduced anyone to BDSM or power dynamics.
However, I can admit—even if it’s only to myself—that it’s a wave of pride and ego that goes along with knowing I’m her first.
I’m fucking certain I’ll be her only BDSM partner.
I wouldn’t be doing a fraction of what I am if this were something just between friends or if I wanted to fuck her and forget. This is absolutely more than that.
I help her to her feet as I consider what needs to happen before we go any further. I unbutton my shirt and strip it off before helping her slide into it.
“I don’t want you to get cold, and I find you far too distracting.
When we aren’t being intimate, you can always push back against what I say or do.
You are my equal in everything, all the time.
But when we’re behind closed doors, I lead, and you follow.
You follow my commands, but only because you want to.
If I ask something of you that makes you uncomfortable or you can’t do it, then you need a word you can use that makes me stop immediately.
No questions asked, no trying to change your mind, nothing. It just immediately ends.
I observe her carefully as she considers what I’m saying.
“Sauerkraut. Does that work?”
I grin. “Yes, chiquita. As we get to know each other’s preferences and thresholds, we’ll move slowly. Is there anything you can think of that you definitely don’t want to try?”
She stares at me wide-eyed before she responds.
“I’m not really into the idea of taboo bodily fluids, but I don’t mind sex during my period.”
Her cheeks flush, and her gaze darts away.
“I feel the same way. I’ve spanked you pretty hard, but only with my hand. Are you curious about other implements?”
“Implements?” Her voice squeaks slightly on the last syllable.
“Whips, crops, floggers, spoons, belts, canes, birch.”
“I don’t know. Nothing that would leave any scars.”
I draw her against me, my left hand cupping her ass.
“Look at me, Liesel.”
I wait for our gazes to meet.
“I would never forgive myself if I did anything that resulted in permanently marring your skin. It would mean I was careless and disregarded your well-being. It would mean I harmed you. The things we share might hurt, but I will never harm you. I wouldn’t deserve your trust and your faith in me if I were so reckless. ”
“I know, Daddy.”
Her response is barely more than a whisper. If we stood apart, I wouldn’t have heard her.
“Is there any part of you that’s more sensitive to pain than others?”
“Not anywhere unusual from most people, I suppose.”
“Okay. Is there anywhere you don’t want to experiment with pain?”
“I don’t know. I guess not.”
“What about hot and cold? Any sensitivities to those?”
She shakes her head.
“I need to hear you, Liesel. When we’re like this, you need to speak. I have to be clear on what you’re communicating to me. There can be no room for me to misunderstand.”
“I’m fine with hot and cold.”
“What about sound and light deprivation?”
“I think I’m okay with both of those as well.”
Her hands have come to rest at my waist. They’re warm and soft against my bare skin. I’m no man whore, but I’ve been with enough women to know what I’m doing and have enjoyed myself plenty of times. No one has felt as right in my arms as Liesel does.
“Are there any positions that are a hard pass for you?”
“No, not that I can think of.”
“Very good. Do you have questions for me right now?”
“No, but I’m sure I will in the future.”
“All you have to do is say your safe word, even if we’re not in the middle of some type of scene. If you want to shift our dynamic to us having a conversation between equals, then you say sauerkraut, and we discuss whatever’s going on.”
“You spanked me because I risked my safety walking in front of the window. Will there be other rules for me?”
“Yes. They’ll be about your safety. There’ll be guidelines on where you go and how many guards need to accompany you.
I won’t keep you from doing things or going places.
That’s not my intention. My purpose with rules for your safety is so you can continue to do all the things you want without coming to harm. ”
“I can appreciate that. Will there be rules beyond ones for my safety?”
“Perhaps. We’ll have to figure that out as we go along, chica, and we see what works for us.
I’m not looking for a Daddy Dom/Little Girl situation.
I won’t give you a bedtime or insist you eat your vegetables.
I won’t punish you if you go out without your coat or want to stay up late or feel argumentative with me when you’re frustrated or having a bad day.
But perhaps we’ll come across things as we get to know each other better, and we decide to make a rule out of them.
I don’t know. If we do come across something like that, we’ll discuss it. ”
“Thank you, Jorge.” She watches me for a moment, uncertain whether she should use my name.
“Chiquita, you can call me whatever you want. We might have a budding relationship that includes a power dynamic and BDSM, but I’m not your Dom, even if I’m dominant.
You’re not my sub, even if you are submissive.
You don’t have to call me sir or master or anything like that.
In fact, I would hate it if I heard you call me master.
That’s just not how I envision things with you. ”
“But what if I wanted to call you sir?”
“Why does that appeal to you?”
“I’m not entirely sure. I like the idea of the deference when we’re like this.
Especially when I’m naked or mostly naked and you’re clothed.
I’m not somebody who enjoys feeling vulnerable—not that I think anybody really does—but I feel safe with you when I’d feel vulnerable to the world.
It’s the same as when I was kneeling naked a moment ago.
I know how vulnerable I was, but being with you made me feel protected. I wasn’t scared. I was intrigued.”
I ease the shirt off of her and toss it on the bed next to her clothes. I thumb her nipples before tugging and pinching.
“What intrigues you?”
“The curiosity and uncertainty of what’s going to happen next, and that I have no control over it.
I don’t have to make any decisions. I can just be in the moment, that I’m not protecting myself.
I’m not shielding myself from some emotional, intellectual, physical threat.
That you’ll do that for me, and I can just be at peace. ”
“That’s precisely what I want you to feel.”
She bites the left corner of her bottom lip before lowering her gaze to our feet.
“You promised you’d fuck my mouth earlier, and I’d really like to do that now, sir.”
I point to the floor, and she lowers herself to her knees.
“And why is that? Do you think you can bring me to my knees by sucking me off?”
“There’s a certain feeling of empowerment, knowing I can bring you that kind of pleasure. But that’s not all of it. I like the idea…”
She pauses as she gathers her thoughts.
“Take your time, chica.”
“I like the idea of kneeling before you to do that rather than, say, lying between your legs on the bed or even kneeling beside you on the bed. It’s like I’m offering you something.
I know you don’t expect tit for tat. You’re not helping me to get something from me…
But I feel so limited by what I can do right now to express my appreciation…
To give you control and to give you pleasure through that control—I don’t know. It—just…It—feels—exciting.”
Her explanation’s halting. She stumbles over her words, pausing at the end of nearly every sentence as she continues to think aloud.
“Unfasten my pants, chiquita.”
She reaches out and grasps my belt. It only takes a moment before my pants are open, and my boxer briefs are pushed down. She wraps her hand around my cock and strokes.
“Take me in your mouth and suck until I come down your tight little throat.”