“You’re close. D/s is Dominant, submissive and DD/lg is Daddy Dom, little girl. You have a well-developed bratty side, but I really can’t see you as an lg or baby girl.”
“Oh, I know what that is. No, I don’t think so either.”
There, finally, she looked at him and smiled. The knots in his stomach started to loosen. “What made you interested in BDSM?”
“I suppose hot guys in leather would be the wrong answer.” Her eyes lit up as she teased him.
She sat there with mussed hair, not an ounce of makeup on and yet she was beautiful. When she teased him, his heart beat double time. To cover up what he was truly feeling inside, he scowled at her.
Adriana just laughed at him, the brat!
“When you growl at me I get wet… Does that count?” She winked at him.
“Oh, are you ever going to get it!” He scooped her up in his arms. Careful to keep her leg away from everything, he proceeded to tickle her until she was laughing so hard tears were running down her cheeks.
As she wiped the tears from her face, she complained, “I think I need a safe word.”
He immediately stopped and became all business. “Why? Did I hurt you?” He pulled her tighter against his chest and headed inside.
“No, André. Not physically, anyway.” The smile faded and she rested her head against his shoulder.
Back in the bedroom, he sat in one of his overstuffed chairs with her nestled on his lap.
“What’s the matter, bebe? What have I done?” The thought of hurting her was more than he could take.
“Aren’t you supposed to safe word when you can’t take it anymore?” She looked up at him with tears still in her eyes.
“Was I too rough? Do you need your pain meds or the muscle relaxers?” He was tense and ready to get her whatever she needed.
“No, André. I just can’t take being around you and not being with you.”
“Bebe…”
“Don’t!” She put her hand against his chest. “Just hear me out. You’re not the get married and settle down type. I know. You’ve told me that for months now and I get it. But does that mean we can’t scene together? That you can’t show me the ropes, so to speak? I’m not asking for a ring or even a collar, just lose the big brother role and be yourself.”
What the hell did he say to that? “Adriana, I care for you, like I’ve never cared for anyone else. I couldn’t stay detached no matter how hard I tried. Our bond would grow stronger. Eventually, you’ll want more than a play partner and I can’t be that person. In the end, we’ll both be hurt.”
“André, fate has put me in your hands for four months. During that time, I want to explore my boundaries and live out some fantasies—as best as this stupid leg will allow—with someone I trust implicitly. I don’t want Reed or one of the other Doms. I want you. Is that so wrong?”
“No, it’s not wrong.” He shifted her slightly so he could see her face. “Adriana, tell me you aren’t harboring some foolish notion that you can change my mind. Because no matter how much I adore you, I’m never going to be marriage material.”
She closed her eyes and nestled back against his shoulder. “You’ve made that explicitly clear, André. I understand. I come from a big family. Believe me, I’m in no hurry to start one of my own. The whole idea of getting married and having kids scares the crap out of me. I went to a clinic when I was sixteen and started taking the pill because I heard the rumor you could get pregnant if you swam with boys at the community pool. It sounded pretty far-fetched, but I wasn’t taking any chances.”
They both laughed.
“Adriana, if we do this, we risk losing what we have. If at the end of the four months you want more than I can give, you’ll probably never want to see me again.” The idea that she might hate him was the one thing holding him back. If she was determined to learn about the lifestyle, he wanted to be her teacher, her Dom. He wasn’t sure he could handle
“Oh, I know what that is. No, I don’t think so either.”
There, finally, she looked at him and smiled. The knots in his stomach started to loosen. “What made you interested in BDSM?”
“I suppose hot guys in leather would be the wrong answer.” Her eyes lit up as she teased him.
She sat there with mussed hair, not an ounce of makeup on and yet she was beautiful. When she teased him, his heart beat double time. To cover up what he was truly feeling inside, he scowled at her.
Adriana just laughed at him, the brat!
“When you growl at me I get wet… Does that count?” She winked at him.
“Oh, are you ever going to get it!” He scooped her up in his arms. Careful to keep her leg away from everything, he proceeded to tickle her until she was laughing so hard tears were running down her cheeks.
As she wiped the tears from her face, she complained, “I think I need a safe word.”
He immediately stopped and became all business. “Why? Did I hurt you?” He pulled her tighter against his chest and headed inside.
“No, André. Not physically, anyway.” The smile faded and she rested her head against his shoulder.
Back in the bedroom, he sat in one of his overstuffed chairs with her nestled on his lap.
“What’s the matter, bebe? What have I done?” The thought of hurting her was more than he could take.
“Aren’t you supposed to safe word when you can’t take it anymore?” She looked up at him with tears still in her eyes.
“Was I too rough? Do you need your pain meds or the muscle relaxers?” He was tense and ready to get her whatever she needed.
“No, André. I just can’t take being around you and not being with you.”
“Bebe…”
“Don’t!” She put her hand against his chest. “Just hear me out. You’re not the get married and settle down type. I know. You’ve told me that for months now and I get it. But does that mean we can’t scene together? That you can’t show me the ropes, so to speak? I’m not asking for a ring or even a collar, just lose the big brother role and be yourself.”
What the hell did he say to that? “Adriana, I care for you, like I’ve never cared for anyone else. I couldn’t stay detached no matter how hard I tried. Our bond would grow stronger. Eventually, you’ll want more than a play partner and I can’t be that person. In the end, we’ll both be hurt.”
“André, fate has put me in your hands for four months. During that time, I want to explore my boundaries and live out some fantasies—as best as this stupid leg will allow—with someone I trust implicitly. I don’t want Reed or one of the other Doms. I want you. Is that so wrong?”
“No, it’s not wrong.” He shifted her slightly so he could see her face. “Adriana, tell me you aren’t harboring some foolish notion that you can change my mind. Because no matter how much I adore you, I’m never going to be marriage material.”
She closed her eyes and nestled back against his shoulder. “You’ve made that explicitly clear, André. I understand. I come from a big family. Believe me, I’m in no hurry to start one of my own. The whole idea of getting married and having kids scares the crap out of me. I went to a clinic when I was sixteen and started taking the pill because I heard the rumor you could get pregnant if you swam with boys at the community pool. It sounded pretty far-fetched, but I wasn’t taking any chances.”
They both laughed.
“Adriana, if we do this, we risk losing what we have. If at the end of the four months you want more than I can give, you’ll probably never want to see me again.” The idea that she might hate him was the one thing holding him back. If she was determined to learn about the lifestyle, he wanted to be her teacher, her Dom. He wasn’t sure he could handle