36 Dane #2
She puts her arms over her chest and looks me up and down. “Perfect hair, perfect nose, perfect body, perfect dick, perfect Dom! I could go on.”
I hold back a laugh, stepping closer to her so she’s overtaken by my presence. Lindsey doesn’t shrink back, but her skin does pink up at my nearness.
“That’s a lot of perfection to live up to.”
“You don’t need to live up to it; you just are,” she responds, her voice a bit quieter now.
I brush a few baby hairs off her forehead tenderly.
“I love that you think I’m perfect. As your Dom, it pleases me greatly.
But…” I soothe my finger down her cheek, and she shivers.
“I’m not perfect. Far from it. I’ve made mistakes with you; I’ve not been the best Dom I could be.
Lately, I’ve been failing a lot, actually. ”
“How so?”
“Did I not cross lines for you, baby?”
She blinks. “I’m sorry—”
“No.” I stop her. “I’m glad to have crossed them. But I’m seeing more and more that we’ve skipped a lot of important things, and in doing so, I’ve failed you.”
“You haven’t,” she insists.
I trace her lips with my thumb. “Why did you email me?”
“So you could be my Dom,” she answers.
“Yes, but what did you want from our time together?”
“You know what,” she says.
“I want to hear you say it.”
“I wanted to get my life together.”
“Which meant what to you?”
“More discipline, setting up routines, getting my schedule and bills organized. And to be a better mom to Kas because of it.”
“Do you feel like any of that has improved?”
“I do feel more confident in some things. I like my morning and night routines—now that I’ve been doing them,” she mutters with a cringe. “I also have put my foot down with Kas a couple of times, like when she wanted to eat chicken nuggets instead of the lunch I packed her.”
“That’s good,” I say. “But I’m not happy with how you feel otherwise or that you’ve not been consistent. I think it’s time we change that, don’t you?”
“Does that mean we’re not going to be intimate anymore?”
I shake my head. “Far from it. We made an agreement, unless you’d like to change it again?”
“No, Sir. I don’t want that.”
A spike of anxiety I hadn’t realized had flared calms at her words. “I don’t, either,” I assure her. “In fact, we made claims on each other last night and today. Do you remember what they were?”
She smiles softly. “You said I’m yours, Sir.”
“You are.” I reach out and touch her throat where her necklace was earlier. “And what else?”
“I said I’d accept a training collar.”
“Hmm, you did. Now that you’ve had some distance from last night, is that still what you want?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I nod. “Good to know.” I brush her chin again. “And you understand what that means to me?”
“It will show my commitment to you: that I want to learn and grow with you.”
“And I you.” She smiles, and I softly smile back.
“Before we take that next step, I’d like to focus harder on your goals with you, dig into ones we haven’t touched yet.
It will help build our trust and deepen our connection further, but it will also help you gain confidence within yourself and with parenting Kas. ”
Her face falls a little, and I can understand why. There’s a huge part of me that wants to skip straight to collaring her, too. But she’s showing me how much she needs to build on the things she’s learned so far, to slow things down a bit.
“This isn’t a step back, baby. It’s a step forward. Do you trust me?”
“You know I do.”
“Good. Now, fair warning. With our growing dynamic, you’re going to rethink how perfect I am.”
She smiles and laughs softly. “I doubt it.”
“Famous last words. Now, kneel.”
“What?”
“Don’t make me repeat myself. I know you heard me.”
Lindsey stares at me for another moment before she sees I’m serious. A second later, she’s dropping to her knees and into the submissive pose I taught her last night. My chest rumbles in satisfaction, and I touch her head, brushing my fingers over her hair.
“Inhale for me, and relax.” When she’s completed her breaths, I tip her chin up. “That’s my good girl. I want you to repeat after me, understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Already, her eyes are softer and her shoulders are relaxed, showing me yet again that Lindsey was born for submission, and that she’s meant to be mine.
“I may not be perfect, but I’m doing the best I can,” I say.
She swallows then repeats, “‘I may not be perfect, but I’m doing the best I can.’”
“I’m a good mom, and I’m loved.”
Lindsey pauses, and I notice her eyes have gone glassy, but she repeats, “‘I’m a good mom, and I’m loved.’”
“It’s okay to feel overwhelmed, but when I do, I will lean on my Dom, my Sir.”
“‘It’s okay to feel overwhelmed, but when I do, I will lean on my Dom, my Sir.’”
“I don’t have to do everything alone. It’s safe for me to surrender control.”
Lindsey inhales a shaky breath and repeats, “‘I don’t have to do everything alone. It’s safe for me to surrender control.’”
“My Sir will guide me when I feel lost.”
“‘My Sir will guide me when I feel lost.’”
“I am strong in my submission.”
“‘I am strong in my submission.’”
“I am loved, I am beautiful, I am enough.”
“‘I am loved, I am beautiful, I am enough,’” she echoes.
I stroke her hair and let her words sink in before I ask, “Now tell me, Lindsey: Who do you submit to?”
“You, Sir.”
“And whose collar will you wear when the time is right?”
“Yours, Sir.”
I pet her hair again before cupping her cheek. Lindsey savors the touch, resting her head against my hand in submission. Her eyes remain on mine, and we stay like that for a few minutes before I have her stand.
When we’re face-to-face, I lean down and kiss her. “How do you feel?”
“Calm.” She hums. “Centered.”
“Good. I’m going to write those down for you, and you’re going to add them to your daily routine. When you’re feeling unsure, you’re going to repeat those to yourself, and you’re going to lean on me when you need me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Good girl. Now, what do you want my help with first?”
She smiles. “I could use your help picking up Kas’s room.”
“No,” I tell her easily.
“What?” she asks, confused.
“I think Kas can pick up her own room when she gets home, don’t you?”
“But I told her—”
“She’ll survive. If there’s something you need to do that she can’t do, that’s one thing. But just like her mom, I think Kas needs to understand that there are some things she is responsible for, and cleaning up her own mess is one of them.”
“Burn.” She chuckles.
I gently tug on Lindsey’s ponytail in warning. “That wasn’t meant to be mean, and if I remember correctly, I’ve told you that you’re not always going to like me or what I have to say. I’m here to push you and take care of you. Let me.”
Lindsey blows out a breath and nods. “You’re right.”
“I always am.”
She rolls her eyes, and my grip on her ponytail tightens until her head is pulled back, her neck straining slightly.
“Does my bratty slut need a lesson before we get her house in order?” I threaten, though my tone has a slight tease to it.
“I think I do,” she answers, her tone near breathless and pupils now blown.
My dick jumps to life, and I pull her head to me so our lips are close. “Lesson number one: Brats don’t get what they want.” I pull my lips a touch away, stepping back from her.
Lindsey blinks, her body and mind taking a second to realize I’m no longer in her space and I’m not going to tell her to bend over and present her naked ass to me, something I know she wants.
That “funishment” can come later after we’ve addressed the things making her life harder. The things she’s been avoiding.
“Now, I think we should start with your finances.”
Lindsey groans, and I know I’ve hit the jackpot.
“Okay, fine,” she mutters. “But do I get something if I’m a good girl?”
“I guess you’ll find out,” I tease back.