now, stand up.”
She got to her feet, grabbing onto the hand he offered her thankfully. She felt a bit wobbly.
“Take your panties off.”
Oh, right. She’d agreed to that, hadn’t she? She slipped her fingers into the waistband and pulled them down until she could step out of them.
“When you hear a command, please say ‘Yes, Sir.’ It lets me know you’ve heard, and it’s a way of acknowledging the dynamic we share. And since we are both turned on by your submission, acknowledging it will increase our enjoyment.”
Our enjoyment. His and hers both. She was happy to oblige. “Sorry, Sir.”
“No need to be sorry while you’re still learning the rules.”
Rules. Wasn’t she breaking all the rules by coming here, by being with this man? Even the air she was breathing, her lungs still catching up from before and her heart still pounding harder and faster than it usually did, seemed to break the rules. She didn’t like rules. Did she? And he had a whole new set of rules, it seemed, rules that violated the ones she’d lived her life by. But she had to admit the idea that she was supposed to go panty-less when she was with him made her wet. So that when he lifted her skirt he could see everything, he’d said. The skirts were a rule too, maybe. She wore pants all the time at work.
“I’d like to make you come, Sir,” she said, looking up at him. She’d leave it up to him to tell her the how and the where.
His eyes blazed for a moment, and she knew he wanted her. Right then, right there. But what he said was very different. “Next time, perhaps. There will be times when we both do, and times when only one of us does. A D/s relationship—Dominance and submission—isn’t about keeping score or making things even. It’s asymmetrical, so we don’t have to keep score. You don’t have to repay me for your orgasm because if I made it happen, you know that I did so because I wanted you to have it. You’re practically naked. I’m clothed. You’ve come, and I haven’t. Next time it might be exactly the opposite, but it will still be all part of the fun. Our fun.”
She nodded. She supposed it was true. Pleasuring her must have been exactly what he’d wanted, as he said, because he was definitely in control.
“Let’s go watch for a little while, little angel, and we’ll see what excites you and what scares you. You’ll find my guests put on quite a show.”
* * * * *
Angela’s head was still whirling when she drove home. Kent had walked her to her car, and they’d shared a blistering kiss on the sidewalk at two in the morning. He’d invited her to stay the night, but hadn’t pressed it when she passed. She had a lot to process, and he seemed to understand that.
She’d promised nothing, but by the time she got home, she knew she would be meeting Kent again at Dark Xanadu next week, and they’d made a date for a weeknight as well. She was still a bit stunned by the things people would do right in front of everyone else. She wasn’t sure what she’d say or do if he’d asked her to have a “scene” with him out there on the floor when the club was in full swing.
She imagined him asking, and her own voice saying, “Yes, Sir.” She shuddered.
Chapter Five
Angela entered the Mumbai Curry Restaurant in Rockville to find Kent was already there waiting for her. She was right on time, so he’d gotten there a bit early. She smiled. She might be prepared to be the submissive in their relationship, but he wasn’t taking her for granted.
His smile when he noticed her made her think of how she felt when she was eating dark chocolate—a kind of decadent grin of pleasure, of savoring the moment. For that matter, he looked good enough to eat himself. His pale green shirt wasn’t a shade everyone could get away with wearing, but on him it looked exquisite. She’d worn a cherry red sweater and a long, black wool skirt. Sensible clothes for the
She got to her feet, grabbing onto the hand he offered her thankfully. She felt a bit wobbly.
“Take your panties off.”
Oh, right. She’d agreed to that, hadn’t she? She slipped her fingers into the waistband and pulled them down until she could step out of them.
“When you hear a command, please say ‘Yes, Sir.’ It lets me know you’ve heard, and it’s a way of acknowledging the dynamic we share. And since we are both turned on by your submission, acknowledging it will increase our enjoyment.”
Our enjoyment. His and hers both. She was happy to oblige. “Sorry, Sir.”
“No need to be sorry while you’re still learning the rules.”
Rules. Wasn’t she breaking all the rules by coming here, by being with this man? Even the air she was breathing, her lungs still catching up from before and her heart still pounding harder and faster than it usually did, seemed to break the rules. She didn’t like rules. Did she? And he had a whole new set of rules, it seemed, rules that violated the ones she’d lived her life by. But she had to admit the idea that she was supposed to go panty-less when she was with him made her wet. So that when he lifted her skirt he could see everything, he’d said. The skirts were a rule too, maybe. She wore pants all the time at work.
“I’d like to make you come, Sir,” she said, looking up at him. She’d leave it up to him to tell her the how and the where.
His eyes blazed for a moment, and she knew he wanted her. Right then, right there. But what he said was very different. “Next time, perhaps. There will be times when we both do, and times when only one of us does. A D/s relationship—Dominance and submission—isn’t about keeping score or making things even. It’s asymmetrical, so we don’t have to keep score. You don’t have to repay me for your orgasm because if I made it happen, you know that I did so because I wanted you to have it. You’re practically naked. I’m clothed. You’ve come, and I haven’t. Next time it might be exactly the opposite, but it will still be all part of the fun. Our fun.”
She nodded. She supposed it was true. Pleasuring her must have been exactly what he’d wanted, as he said, because he was definitely in control.
“Let’s go watch for a little while, little angel, and we’ll see what excites you and what scares you. You’ll find my guests put on quite a show.”
* * * * *
Angela’s head was still whirling when she drove home. Kent had walked her to her car, and they’d shared a blistering kiss on the sidewalk at two in the morning. He’d invited her to stay the night, but hadn’t pressed it when she passed. She had a lot to process, and he seemed to understand that.
She’d promised nothing, but by the time she got home, she knew she would be meeting Kent again at Dark Xanadu next week, and they’d made a date for a weeknight as well. She was still a bit stunned by the things people would do right in front of everyone else. She wasn’t sure what she’d say or do if he’d asked her to have a “scene” with him out there on the floor when the club was in full swing.
She imagined him asking, and her own voice saying, “Yes, Sir.” She shuddered.
Chapter Five
Angela entered the Mumbai Curry Restaurant in Rockville to find Kent was already there waiting for her. She was right on time, so he’d gotten there a bit early. She smiled. She might be prepared to be the submissive in their relationship, but he wasn’t taking her for granted.
His smile when he noticed her made her think of how she felt when she was eating dark chocolate—a kind of decadent grin of pleasure, of savoring the moment. For that matter, he looked good enough to eat himself. His pale green shirt wasn’t a shade everyone could get away with wearing, but on him it looked exquisite. She’d worn a cherry red sweater and a long, black wool skirt. Sensible clothes for the
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