Chapter 3
“Come to me, Alicia.”
She stood from the table, upon which the remnants of their candlelit dinner cooled. Although she didn’t know what to expect from the time her girlfriend went to sit in a chair and enjoy an after-dinner drink, she did know that it would be eye-opening.
What she did not expect, however, was to feel her heart flutter the moment Danica gave her first command.
She had read through that binder. Not enough time to digest every line, but she got a pretty good idea.
I am to serve. I am to obey. I am to do whatever she wants, within reason.
I can say no whenever I want, no repercussions.
I have a safe word and a slow-down word.
She had committed both to memory. What she still hadn’t quite figured out, though, was what she wanted from Danica.
Besides great sex, of course. She figured there was plenty of time to figure out those specifics.
For now, she would ride these waves as they came to her.
So she went.
“Are you ready to start your training?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I’ll let you in on a little secret. I’ve been training you, whether we fully acknowledge it or not, since the moment we met. It’s my nature.”
“Yes, ma’am.” There were lots of things she was allowed to call her during training scenes. Ma’am was the one she was most comfortable with. “Ms. Moreau” and “Mistress” were ahahaha no. Although Mistress had a certain ring to it… maybe when those waves weren’t leaving her so wet behind the ears.
“Do you know why? I don’t do that with every woman.”
“No, ma’am.”
“Because from the moment I saw you, I’ve been drawn to you. Call it a strange force of nature drawing me to you, I suppose. I’m a woman of logic and instinct. My instinct dragged me to you, not once, but many times. My logic is starting to agree with my instincts.”
“I’m flattered, ma’am.”
“Don’t be flattered. Be proud. Even if you don’t believe in fate, you can still appreciate how special you are, Alicia.”
“I do, ma’am.” Oh, Alicia had appreciated how special she was from the moment Danica first kissed her… and then fucked her. That was pretty special.
“Now I have you in one of the most beautiful rooms in Chicago, ready to do my bidding. Yet it would be boring to tell you to strip for me and grind on me. We did the vanilla bullshit earlier.” It was true.
The sex on the plane was a more urgent need than lovemaking.
The kind of sex couples had after being apart for so long.
In their case, a whole week was so long.
After they were through, they napped for the rest of the flight.
Alicia woke up feeling like she hadn’t done anything at all.
This would be different, wouldn’t it? “So, let’s mix it up a little.
I’m going to ask you five questions. After you answer each one, you’re going to remove a piece of your clothing, shoes included.
I want you naked by the time I’m done learning about you for the night. ”
Alicia said nothing.
“First question, and I want you to answer truthfully… do you like being with me?”
“Yes, ma’am, very much so.” Alicia slipped out of one shoe and left it on the floor. At Danica’s urging, she slipped off the other. Four more articles of clothing to go until she was naked and ready.
“Do you only want me for my money?”
The question almost offended her. “No, ma’am. Not at all.” The pause that ensued had her dithering between her zipper and her top. She went with her zipper. Danica smirked into her half-empty glass as Alicia lowered her jeans and stepped out of them. Was it cold in there?
“Are you embarrassed to be stripping for me now, knowing what I’ll do to you?”
Alicia wetted her dry lips and shook her head.
“I don’t think so. I mean, no, ma’am.” Alicia grasped the bottom of her top.
“I’m not embarrassed to be naked for you.
” She pulled the blouse over her head and tossed it onto the floor.
Only her underwear remained. Underwear I bought at some place I’ve never heard of.
She was embarrassed to have Ms. Clayborn, of all people, take her there.
I mean, she knew to take me to buy expensive underwear.
That was a bit much. At some point, Alicia would have to discuss the origin of Ms. Sarah Clayborn with this wealthy girlfriend.
“I’m glad that you’re proud of your body, Alicia. It’s beautiful.”
“Thank you, ma’am.” She had to admit that her shoulders squared to hear that. Nothing cheered up a naked woman like being told she was beautiful.
Danica finished her drink and placed the empty glass on the nearest end table. “Are you looking forward to spending this week with me, learning the ways of a sexual submissive?”
Alicia was already about to unhook her bra. “Yes, ma’am,” she whispered. “Even before you gave me the details, I’ve thought of nothing but this week with you.” That’s what she was supposed to say, right? So happened that it coincided with what she wanted to say.
Danica eyed her hungrily as she lowered her bra straps and let the whole piece of lingerie flutter to the floor with her jeans and blouse. Yeah, it’s cold in here. Either that or her nipples were happy to be there.
Her girlfriend’s finger rubbed the top of her lip. “Tell me one thing you want from me, as your sexual partner and potential wife.” She shushed Alicia before she could speak. “Be honest. Be brutally honest with me, Alicia.”
That was something she had been thinking about ever since Danica told her to.
What do I want from her? What did any woman want?
A kind and loving partner who respected her, of course.
Who would take care of her. Who would be there for her when she needed her the most. Who would be a good parent or caretaker of animals and the elderly.
A stand-up partner of good ethics, and who could be a beacon in the community…
whatever that community was. Could she actually say any of that while Danica looked at her in nothing but her underwear?
Was that the sort of thing Alicia wanted to hear while they were about to get busy?
Probably not. There would be other times to express those desires. Now was not one of those moments.
“I want someone who will make me feel like the center of her universe,” she said. Might as well go big! “I want to be the most important person to someone who is going to train me to be their submissive. There can be no one else in her mind when we are together.”
Danica leaned forward in her chair. “You need a lot of self-confidence to ask that.”
“Like you would want to be with someone who lacks confidence?” Alicia hooked her fingers into her underwear band. “I find that hard to believe.” She slowly disrobed.
Danica considered Alicia’s answer – and her body – for a time. Her voice was chilling. “Nothing better than confidence, especially if I can use that confidence to my advantage.”
Heat blasted between them.
“Kneel, Alicia.”
She didn’t want to admire Alicia some more? Fine. Alicia would get down on her knees and sit like a pretty statue. Whatever made ma’am happy.
“Come to me.”
The only way to do that, aside from standing up, was to crawl. Alicia pushed herself forward on her hands and knees, slinking up to Danica like a completely different creature. I’m a cat. A lynx. A mighty jaguar sashaying through the jungle.
Alicia bit her lip as she approached Danica, sitting in her chair. She seemed pleased with her relaxed countenance and body language.
“Good.” Danica stroked Alicia’s hair. “Look at you, Alicia. As svelte as a vixen. You look ready to do anything I say.”
“I am, ma’am.”
“You’re not intimidated by anything I may want from you?”
“No. I know you won’t do something super crazy tonight.” She smiled. “You’ll save that for later this week.”
Her pets grew stronger as she smoothed down Alicia’s hair. “Tomorrow, I will take you shopping after dinner. I have something very specific in mind for you. I think you will like it. I know it will complete the look you have right now.”
“Whatever you desire, ma’am.” See? She could get into this.
“Yes, whatever I desire.” Danica sat back. “Right now, I desire for you to taste me.”
When she caught the look of mild surprise in Alicia’s eyes, she continued, “Your passion is there, but your technique is lacking. I now understand why. It’s all right. I’m willing to teach you to give me exactly what I want.”
You mean because I was a virgin? Well, she wasn’t wrong. Alicia had no idea what she was doing the last time she went down on Danica. Instinct had been her only true guide.
“I’m willing to learn,” she said in return. “I want to learn how to please you best.”
Danica didn’t have to tell her what to do next. Alicia slid forward, between her lover’s parted thighs, and looked up into her eyes as she inhaled the heady, intimate scent.
“Wait,” came a harsh word.
Alicia snapped back. Did I do something wrong? That was not a sweet understanding on Danica’s face.
“Ask permission first. If I did not tell you to do something, you must ask permission. Do you understand?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Alicia pulled her hair away from her face. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t fret, my sweet. I’m not angry. Nor am I disappointed. You’re inexperienced, that’s all. I expect only patience and enthusiasm from you. I don’t expect you to know all the rules yet. That’s why I’m here to teach you.”
Reap all the benefits, too. Alicia didn’t dare say that out loud.
“May I, ma’am?”
“May you what? Please be specific. In this instance, I may know what you mean, but I won’t always. I cannot permit you if I do not understand what you mean.”
Alicia hesitated, hands resting on Danica’s thighs. “May I lick your pussy, ma’am?”
Her expression, as always, remained unchanging. “You may.”