29 Lindsey #2
Dane folds his hands on the table, leaning toward me. “I’m glad you decided to come tonight, Lindsey.”
I smile softly at him, his heated stare reminding me of the nervous excitement fluttering in my stomach. “I’m glad, too.”
“I thought it would be good to talk now so that we’re both on the same page about how far you’d like to go tonight, what you’re comfortable with.”
Heat blooms up my neck. “We already have our new agreement, and we’ve gone over our questionnaires about what we like and don’t like.”
“We do, but since being in-person is new territory, I want to make sure you’re comfortable. There’s no screen between us now.”
I lick my lips. “I’m comfortable.”
Dane’s gaze drops from my eyes down my body, his focus zeroing in on the redness of my skin. “Are you?”
I shift in my chair. “I’m just nervous.”
His gaze softens. “I have an idea, and it might be uncomfortable at first because it’s new, but I think you’ll enjoy it. Do you trust me?”
I stare into his eyes. He knows I do. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. “I do.”
His features transform to that of the Dom who ordered me to touch myself through a computer screen.
His eyes are harder, his lips devoid of a smile.
But I still sense a comfort and safety in his demeanor, one that screams that he’ll take care of me, that I can let go and let him be my support.
It’s the entire reason I started this relationship with him in the first place.
“Remind me of your safe word,” his deep voice rumbles.
“Red.”
“Do I have your consent to use and take care of your body tonight in whatever way it pleases me?”
My pulse flutters wildly, and I swear my heart is beating out of my chest. This is really happening. “Yes, Sir.”
“I’ll be checking in with you throughout the evening. If anything is too much, tell me immediately.”
“I will.”
He hums in pleasure. “You’ll stay the night,” he says definitively, no question in his tone. Not that I want to leave before the sun rises, anyway, especially if we have sex.
Dane shifts on his chair, pulling out a paper from the back of his pocket. Unfolding it, he places it in front of me. My eyes scan the document: test results.
“I want you to be comfortable with everything we do tonight. If we get to the point of penetration, I’ll use a condom, but I wanted you to see this.”
The formal use of the word penetration is amusing to me, but it also fits Dane’s way of being. I look at the paper again and then to him. “Thank you, Sir. I’m sorry, but I don’t have anything to show you.”
“It’s okay. I didn’t ask you to. But if it’s alright, will you tell me if you’re on birth control?”
“I am, Sir. I don’t have the results available, but I haven’t been intimate with anyone in a long time, and I was tested this past year. Nothing to report.”
I swear his pupils darken at my words. “Thank you for sharing that with me.”
My chest warms, because I know I’ve pleased him. Immediately, I crave more of that feeling. “Thank you for sharing yours with me, Sir.”
There’s a pause, and Dane inhales. His chest expands as his lungs fill, and with his breath, the air around us changes. I automatically sit up straighter in my chair, and my eyes fall to the table, focusing on the grain of the dark wood.
“Eyes here, baby.”
My chest squeezes at the pet name, and I focus back on his sharp features.
“Stand and come here,” he commands, crooking his finger at me. When I’m in front of him, he surveys my body slowly. “Did you dress up just for me?”
“I did, Sir.”
“Hmm.” His hand reaches out, and my knees try to buckle when his fingers ghost over my pointed nipple. This halter-style dress has a built-in bra, but it’s lacking pads to cover how hard my nipples are for him. “I like that you thought of me when putting this on.”
His touch moves to my other nipple, and I suck in a small gasp of air.
“You like having these pretty nipples played with, baby?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Dane tweaks one, and I gasp, arousal flooding my already wet panties, reminding me the toy is still against my clit. He does it once more before his hand drops, and I nearly ask him to bring it back, but he’s the one in charge right now. “On your knees.”
My hooded eyes widen at his command, and his head cocks in question.
“Are you going to make me ask you again?”
I shake my head, my eyes dropping to the ground.
It’s then I see a rectangular pillow near his feet.
Dane gently nudges it forward, and I awkwardly shift to the ground.
When my knees are on the pillow, I’m grateful for it.
The hardwood floor would have been uncomfortable for more than a few minutes.
Dane’s finger lifts my chin up, and his thumb strokes my jaw until my muscles relax. “You look like you were meant to be at my feet.”
My lips part, and emotion wells in my chest. It’s an odd reaction to an odd situation I never thought I’d be in. His words not only arouse me but also make me feel powerful. I don’t know that I fully understand it, but it’s a feeling I could get addicted to.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“I’m going to teach you a submissive pose. When we play and I ask you to kneel, this will be how you present yourself to me. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” The response comes out of my mouth, but my brain is still stuck on the idea that we will have more than just tonight.
“Good girl.” He strokes my jaw again, the feel of his rough hands mixed with his praise curling heat in my lower belly.
“Now, rest back on your haunches with your knees spread.” I adjust on the floor, my dress parting and riding up my thighs.
The cooler air of the cabin drifts between my legs, and the contrast on my heated skin makes me shiver.
“Perfect. Now place your hands palms up on your knees and relax into the pose.”
I do as he asks and take a calming breath. My eyes are still on his, and the pleasure I see radiating from them only eases my body further.
He hums a low sound when his eyes take me in.
“Stunning,” he says, fingers tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
“If I ask you to take this pose and wait for me, your head will be down, eyes trained to the floor. But when I’m with you, I’ll ask you to look at me unless I instruct you otherwise, understand? ”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” He continues to stroke my jaw, the rhythm methodical and calming. He does this for a while longer, the quiet of the cabin and the way he looks at me—as if I’m something to be treasured—sinking me further into what I could only liken to a meditative space.
“How do you feel now, Lindsey?”
I check in with my body, and the nerves are gone. In their place is a soothing calm. “I feel good, Sir.”
“Still nervous?”
“No, Sir, just excited now.”
“That’s good.” He strokes my cheek once more before pulling his hand back.
“The point of this pose is not only to show your submission to me but also to calm you. If you’re feeling nervous or need to be grounded, I may have you kneel or submit in a different pose.
But this is a good place to start, and it’s one we’ll use often. ”
“Thank you, Sir.”
He shifts back in his chair. My eyes remain on his as he stands. He had the power prior to this, but with him over me now, I feel the power exchange even more so. He’s tall, broad, and strong. His thighs are thick, and at this level, I can see the clear erection in his jeans.
My fingers itch to open his belt, to make good on my offer to use my mouth to please him, but he’s the one who dictates when I get to touch.
Dane’s finger slips under my chin, and when our eyes meet, he’s amused. “I know you’re hungry for my cock, baby. But first, we need to eat real food. I have plans that require you to keep up your strength.”
Heat blooms beneath my skin, but it would be silly to argue; I know it won’t get me what I want. Dane holds out his hand, and I stare at it in confusion.
His warm chuckle washes over me, and my eyes move to his again. “Would you like to feed yourself dinner while seated? Or if you’d like to stay there, I’d be happy to feed you, but it will be by my hand only.”
My cheeks burn at the idea of him feeding me at his feet. I think I remember reading that Dominants like to feed their submissives as a way to show their care for them. I’ll admit I’d like to try it sometime, but not tonight.
I put my hand in his. Dane helps me up, and when I’m standing, his lips press against my ear. “In time, you’ll eat only at my feet and by my hand unless I allow otherwise. But for now, let’s get to know each other first, hmm?”
My pussy flutters. I fight back a moan, surprised that his words turned me on as much as they did. I guess I do really want to try that sometime.
I wet my lips. “Sounds good, Sir.”
Dane presses a lingering kiss on my forehead. “You’re too perfect, Lindsey.”