30 Dane
Dane
IF I HAD LESS self-control, dinner would have been Lindsey’s cunt. A sweet cunt I could smell as soon as she opened her legs for me while kneeling.
I’d imagined her at my feet, kneeling so perfectly for me, since the moment we started talking.
I’ve even painted what I imagined she would look like, and I loved the end result so much that painting now resides above my fireplace.
The one Lindsey stared at and, if I assumed correctly, was jealous of.
Eventually, I’ll reveal that it’s her, but I don’t need to show those cards now.
Not when we’re just getting to know each other.
“I’m glad you like your food,” I say as I chew a bite of my grilled lemon chicken.
She smiles around a bite. After she swallows, she says, “I’ll admit, I was a little worried you’d be serving me a chicken and veggie omelet.”
I sip my glass of dry white wine, the one five-ounce glass I’m allowing each of us tonight so we are both clearheaded. “I thought about it.”
She chuckles. “Thank you for sparing me.”
“Come on,” I tease. “It wasn’t that bad.”
“Tell that to my taste buds,” she jokes, eating another piece of chicken.
I watch with rapt attention as the fork slides from her mouth like that day at the diner, and my cock jumps. To avoid cutting this dinner short and fucking her over the table, I ask her a question. “How long have you lived in Starlight Haven?”
She sips her wine, her brown eyes finding mine. “About two years. You?”
“Five.”
Her eyes widen. “I can’t believe we haven’t met before now. You’d think we would have.”
“I keep to myself, as I think you know by now.”
“This town is so gossipy that I’m surprised, honestly. Especially since you know Fox and Morgan.”
“Like Fox and Morgan, they know I like to keep my life private. It’s easier with my work, and I also like the quiet.”
“I do, too. It took me some getting used to after growing up in a city, but it’s why I ultimately decided to move here.
For Kas as well. We needed a change of pace, and this was about as different as we could get without moving states while also staying close enough that she can see her dad.
” Lindsey grits her teeth at the mention of Kas’s dad, and it puts me a bit on edge. I don’t like seeing her upset.
“Does she see him often?”
“Just one weekend a month. If I had my way, it would be never.”
“Is he not a good parent?” I think of what Kas told me today. Her commentary led me to think he’s not a great guy, but I want to hear it from Lindsey.
She sighs. “He’s fine. He treats Kas well, but he’s an ass to me, and we don’t get along.
What annoys me most, though, is his parenting: He tends to treat Kas more like a friend.
That means when she comes back from his place, she’s always a little more defiant of me and the rules.
Which is already something I’ve had a hard time enforcing, as you’ve started to find out. ”
I nod. Lindsey’s already gotten a bit more confident in keeping routines since we started working together, but it’s good to have more information so I can help her better in the future.
“My mom was like that with me,” I say. “I felt more like her friend than her child.”
“Really?”
“She was a sweet woman. I loved her, but she was a shit parent.” I cringe as soon as I say it. That’s probably not something Lindsey wants to hear.
“Did she pass on?”
I nod. “Both my parents.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I say. “It’s been awhile now.” I don’t need to get into the fact that my relationship with my parents, especially my dad, was strained long before they died. It’s not something I need pity for, and I’ve had time to grieve and heal.
“My dad passed away a few years back of a stroke,” Lindsey says.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” I say softly.
“Thank you.” She takes another drink of her wine. “My mom is still with us—she actually moved with us to Starlight Haven for about a year, but she missed Santa Solana and moved back. Nathan lives here now, though, as you know. Do you know his story?”
“I don’t know how he met Fox and Morgan, but I know they’re all engaged now.”
Lindsey smiles. “He was coming up to see me two Christmases ago when his car crashed into a snowbank, and they rescued him. He was snowed in with them for a couple of nights, and, well, I don’t need to imagine what happened from there to get them to the point of moving in with each other as fast as they did. ”
I smile. I can imagine it. And knowing Fox and Morgan, it must have been a wild experience for Nathan, especially if he was new to kink like Lindsey is.
“They love each other,” I say. “That’s what’s important.”
Lindsey dips her chin. “To be honest, I’m a little jealous.”
I swallow another bite of chicken. “Of what?”
She wipes her mouth. “Of how much they love each other. I don’t know if I’ve ever been loved like that. The way they look at each other, it’s like…I don’t know. Like their souls were meant to be together.”
My chest smarts for the beautiful woman in front of me, and I want to comfort her, to tell her that she’ll find that love.
Because there’s no way the world could be so cruel as to let her suffer as much as I’m guessing she already has with her ex.
But something in me won’t say it, because I don’t like the idea of her with anyone but me. And it’s too soon to tell her that.
“Fox and Morgan are special people, and I’m sure Nathan is, too. I’m glad they found each other.”
“Me, too.” She sighs. “Anyway, I shouldn’t complain. I have Kas. She loves me—most of the time, at least.” She chuckles to herself. “And, of course, Nathan and my mom.”
“I didn’t think you were complaining. You have a right to want to be loved like you deserve.”
Lindsey’s eyes meet mine. We hold each other’s gaze for a long beat before she asks, “And you?”
“And me, what?”
“Have you had a love like that?”
I have loved, at least like a Dom loves his partners. I’ve also had silly first loves as a teenager. But I’ve never loved so deeply that I wanted to have that person in my life day in and day out.
“I haven’t.”
“Really?” she asks, her eyes wide.
“I’ve lived mostly by myself since I was eighteen. I traveled a lot, spent time in different places logging. Most of my work is done online now, and before you, none of my online dynamics have been intimate.”
“You’re serious?”
“I don’t lie, Lindsey.”
“I—sorry, I just thought…I don’t know what I thought.”
“That I have submissives here every night?”
“You were pretty friendly with Cheryl. I swear she was ready to throw her bra at you when we were at the diner. Thought you might know her better than you know most people in this town.”
I cock my head at her jealous tone. “Careful, baby. You’re on my clock now, and everything that comes out of that mouth of yours has consequences.”
Her cheeks blush a darker pink at my warning, and I slide my hand across the table so that my fingers brush over the knuckles of her hand around the stem of her wine glass.
“There’s nothing going on between me and Cheryl, and there never has been.
Moreover, the boundaries I have in place with my clients have remained intact, always.
You’re the only person I’ve changed them for.
Ever. You’re the only one who’s been in my cabin.
” I take her hand into mine and gently hold it, her eyes once again widening in shock.
“You’re serious?”
“Not even Fox and Morgan have been here.” I lay her palm open on the table and begin to trace the lines of it. “And I told you, I don’t cross lines with my clients.”
“Except for me.”
I want to say it’s clear she’s more than a client, but I don’t. Truthfully, I don’t think she’s ever been one. We’ve always been more.
“Except for you,” I reiterate. “But if you’re worried about my experience level, don’t be. I have had partners in the past, but none of them have been my clients. And none of them have been to my cabin, either, nor will they be invited in the future.”
She bites the inside of her cheek, and I didn’t think it was possible, but her skin looks even pinker now. “That’s good to know, Sir. And I wasn’t worried.”
Satisfied with her answer, I eye her nearly finished plate. Mine looks about the same. It was a light meal, something I did on purpose because of what we’re about to do. Nobody wants to do a scene on a full stomach. I’ll provide snacks for her later if she wants them.
“Are you finished?” I ask, pulling my hand from hers and sitting back in my chair.
I put a hand in my pocket where I placed the controller to what lies in her underwear.
I picked this toy not only for what it does and how discreet it is but also because it has both an app on my phone and a remote I can use in person.
Without looking at her plate, she nods. “I am, Sir.”
I click the remote on, the toy in her panties buzzing at the lowest setting. Watching her face transform from shock to pleasure, her hands gripping the edge of the table, is a picture I think I’d like to try to paint. Maybe I’ll start an entire Lindsey collection.
“Look at me,” I command.
Her eyes open, pupils dilated so her irises are near black in color. Her hands still hold the table, and I up the vibration. A gasp, followed by a moan, spills from her lips, and I decide this experience is way better in person.
“You’ve been very naughty as of late, Lindsey.” She bites her lip, eyes starting to hood as she squirms in her chair. “Not only have you talked back to me, but you’ve disobeyed me, too, haven’t you?”
She nods.
“Words,” I remind her.
“Yes, Sir.”
“It’s one thing to be playful; it’s another thing to purposely ignore me. To shirk your responsibilities. To go against your word. You’ve done it more than once, and I think it’s time you learned a little discipline, don’t you?”
She whines as I increase the vibration again. “Yes, Sir.”
Her breathy tone goes straight to my dick, and I’m done waiting for this evening to truly begin. “Repeat your safe word.”
“Red.”
“If you want to keep going, what do you say when I ask?”
“Green, Sir.”
“And if you want me to slow down?”
“Yellow, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now get on your knees.” I sit forward in my chair and spread my thighs. “And crawl to me.”