Chapter 31 Crawl to me…
Crawl to me…
Delaney
Dallas and I enjoyed a quiet lunch together on the beach after we walked along the shoreline and chatted about our agreement in detail.
I asked so many questions that I thought at some point he would tell me to stop talking.
But he never did. He just continued to answer every single one of my questions, even the ones I thought would be scoffed at.
I didn’t realize how much I still had to learn about this lifestyle – kinks and fantasies in a million years I would never have come up with.
It made me feel na?ve but then Dallas would give me words of encouragement, making me feel less silly and inexperienced.
I reassured myself that he was a beginner to this world at some point too.
Lost in my thoughts, I came back to reality when the beach house came into view again.
On the terrace overlooking the sea he had me sit down and make a list of all the things I wanted to try during our time together, and a separate list of hard limits…
things I wouldn’t try with anyone. Ever.
I’m not one to enjoy having someone’s entire fist shoved inside any of my delicate places.
I’m not yucking anyone’s yum, that kink is just not for me.
I walked back over to him where he sat in the study, waiting for me to finish. He was sitting in a relaxed position and scrolling through emails. With a notepad and a pen in my hand, I joined him on the sofa.
“Have you finished?” He asked me without looking up from his screen.
“Yes.” I answered confidently. Reaching out to hand him the list. He took it and quickly started to read it over. After several agonizing minutes filled with growing embarrassment and anxiety, he raised his head in my direction.
“This is perfect Delaney, you’ve done well.” Something about his approval warmed my belly. Filling me with a sense of pride and need all at the same time. He glanced back down at the list and studied it a minute longer.
“It says here you are interested in anal play,” I nodded my head despite the heat that crept up from sheer embarrassment of hearing him say that outloud.
“Have you ever…” before he finished asking I was already shaking my head to answer. “No,”
He gave me a pointed look I knew instantly it was for cutting him off, something I noticed I do often. I quickly dropped my eyes to the floor.
I had so much to learn and so much to adapt to. He reminded me that I was free to stop our arrangement at any moment. If I suddenly felt like being a submissive wasn’t something I wanted anymore I could end all of it and walk away as if it never even happened.
I couldn’t help but feel sad just thinking about leaving Dallas Kingston and Club Crawl behind.
He laid the notepad and pen on the table, then leaned back on the couch. He spread his knees apart and patted his thigh, gesturing for me to sit on his lap. I eagerly obeyed.
His hand immediately found my thigh as he traced small circles across my sensitive skin, slowly, gently, focused.
“It’s important that you know that I want to do some unthinkable things to this body,” he gripped his hand over the mound between my legs, “and I need to know you are okay with them. Using your safe word shows me that you are conscious of your limits.”
This was the second time he had mentioned a safe word, which to me meant two things, one: he was certainly going to make good on his warning of doing unthinkable things to me and two: it was very important that I learn my limits – and fast. This is where my inexperience and innocence really gets in the way.
Dallas watched my face as I worked through all of this in my head.
“What are you thinking, Delaney?” He asked, a sense of unease in his tone.
“Um, well I was thinking I wish I wasn’t so inexperienced…” I started but I stopped when I noticed him shaking his head.
“Even those with a resume as long as the naughty list in the north pole haven’t learned to identify their limits properly. And those are the ones who can become traumatized by their own experiences and have issues because of it.” He paused for a moment gauging my reaction.
“There are three things most important to me here Delaney, three things I take very seriously.” He raised his hand out in front of him and began counting them out on his fingers.
“Number one is consent. I will never, ever force you to do something you’re not entirely comfortable with.
Number two is communication. I have to be able to trust that you will communicate your needs to me, in all aspects, not just sexually.
And three: trust. Never lie to me Delaney, trust is the absolute biggest rule for me.
If I can’t trust you and I see you can’t trust yourself I will end this arrangement immediately.
” He finished, giving my thigh a small squeeze as he said the word, “understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I responded. I raised my chin and spoke the next words with conviction.
“I want this. I need to find myself, I’m tired of living in this shell of who I want to be, who I am supposed to be.
I’m tired of hiding my desires and needs that I can never seem to ignore.
It’s time to test my limits and learn who Delaney Bennett really is because I’m not who my parents taught me to be.
” I spoke with conviction and confidence.
For once in my life I wasn’t second guessing myself or my choices.
This is what I wanted and I wanted it with Dallas.
He nodded his head and let out a satisfied sigh.
“That’s my good girl.”
* * *
While Dallas finished up some paperwork for the club, I spent the afternoon unpacking the bags that Miss Kennedy had packed for the two of us, organizing our clothes in the wardrobe that furnished the huge master bedroom.
I was standing in the bathroom putting our toothbrushes into the ceramic holder when I felt a shift in the room. Looking into the mirror, I could see Dallas standing in the doorway, his large frame almost too big for the space.
“Hey beautiful, are you finished?”
I nodded my head with a small smile.
“Good, now come here,” he demanded in a stern tone. A tone I hoped meant we were about to start a session. I put my head down and padded toward him.
When I stood in front of him he used one finger to caress the sensitive skin on my arm, goosebumps forming in the trail of his movements.
“I love the way your skin responds to my touch.” He hummed.
“And I’m willing to bet that pretty little pussy is responding as well,” he pressed his finger against my chin tilting my head to meet his gaze.
“Am I right?” he teased. He knew exactly what his touch did to me and how my body responded to him every time he was near me.
I nodded, “Yes, Daddy.”
He reached his hand down below the hem of my dress and slowly teased my thigh, sending tingles through my body in anticipation of the need his fingers would eventually find.
My cotton thong was soaked already and he barely even touched me.
His finger finally made it to my wet panties. He used his knuckle to rub right over the top of them, stealing my breath away with each pass of my sensitive bud.
He leaned in and whispered, each word strained.
“Take these panties off for me. now.”
I hurried to do as he demanded, kicking them to the side as soon as they hit the floor. He turned and pressed himself against the door and gestured me into the bedroom. I silently stepped past him and stood looking down at the floor waiting for the direction I was certain was to follow.
He picked up a pillow from the bed and laid it on the floor in front of me.
“Now kneel.”
My knees instinctively started to bend, lowering myself to the floor, keeping my eyes low. He stepped up close and ran his fingers through my hair, squeezing his fingers closed at the roots, my scalp stinging with an enjoyable intensity.
“Fuck…Delaney, seeing you kneeled at my feet like this…fucking beautiful,” he growled, letting me know how fiercely he wanted to consume me.
“Look. At. Me.” He reached down and gripped my chin, tilting my face up to his. “This mouth is mine. I will use it whenever and however I want to. Understand?”
I nodded my head to respond the best I could under his tight grip.
“Words,” he hissed.
“Yes, Daddy,” I was trying to sound less intimidated but my voice trembled.
He let go of my face and walked over to sit on the bed. I leaned back on my heels while he stared at me. I felt his glare burning through me but I didn’t dare look up.
“Come here, Delaney,” he pointed directly in front of him, his voice booming and assertive.
I started to get to my feet but paused my motion when I heard, “No. On your knees. Crawl to me,” he commanded me as he leaned back confidently, playing with the drawstrings on his pants, his cock visibly engorged and right at my eye level.
I let out a playful giggle as I looked in his direction but when I didn’t see any sign of amusement in his reaction, I realized he was giving me orders, and it wasn’t a joke.
My face flushed with warmth. Conflicting thoughts consumed me. I hesitated a moment then shifted my body forward onto my knees, slowly starting my crawl over to his feet.
I felt a pang of shock move through me. What I thought would feel absolutely humiliating for me actually felt natural and invigorating as I crawled shyly over to kneel at this sexy man’s feet.
It was only a short distance between us when I settled in front of him. He placed his hand on my cheek and caressed me in a way that made me feel proud, like I pleased him like no one else could .
The blissful thoughts only lasted a minute when unexpectedly, intrusive thoughts took over and jealousy rose like bile in my throat.
How many others have there been? Is this how he’s made all of his Subs feel? Did he treat all of them like they were special? Or just me…?
I had no idea where it came from but suddenly I was overwhelmed with intense emotions that I felt everything at once. My control was slipping…
I shook off the looming negativity that threatened my peace and dropped my gaze like a good girl and waited for Daddy’s direction.