She peeled off the used sheet, wadded it then dropped it to the floor.
With the same kind of dedication as earlier, she began just below his belt.She took more time than necessary around his crotch area.And if she kept it up, he might be taking her here rather than waiting until they were back at his place.Or, hell, maybe both.
Lara bent to roll the tape over his thighs, front, inside, then reaching through to the back.In less than a minute, his slacks looked as if they’d just come from the dry cleaners.
“Put down the roller then go get that throw rug,” he instructed, pointing to the place in front of the stove.
Without question, she did.
“Kneel on it.”
She complied with that stunning grace that so captivated him.Fuck.She belonged there, and by his side, in his life.
“Earlier,” he said, “I mentioned that you could greet me properly.Stay where you are,” he added when she moved as if to stand.“Hand me the roller.”He took it and placed it on the counter.“Many times subs will be on their knees to greet their Dom.”
“Is that what you expect?”
He heard the note of doubt in her question.“Not always.But it’s certainly a preference.It’s hard to deny that it reinforces our roles, though.True?”
“I’m not sure I like it.”
“I do.”And damn, he did.“You have no idea how stunning you look to me.How much I desire you.Do you like that?And be ruthlessly honest with yourself.”
She was thoughtful for a moment.“That it turns you on appeals to me, yes.”
“That’s part of the beauty about submission.You may not enjoy certain things, at least not when you first think about them.But would knowing that you please me also fulfill you?”
“Yes.On some level.But…”
“Let me relate it to you in a different way.”
“I wish you would.I’m fighting this a bit, thinking it’s ridiculous, wondering what the hell I’ve gotten myself into.”
Despite that, she’d stayed in position.“I appreciate the way you’re working through your struggle.”He thumbed a piece of hair back from her forehead.“I stopped at the coffee shop and waited in line with about six thousand other people, a number of them girls from a softball team and their overwhelmed parents.”
“A Saturday hazard.”
“I didn’t mind at all.But it was more than that.Before leaving, I not only looked up your address but also the closest place that was actually on my way.I left early enough to ensure I was still on time so I didn’t keep you waiting.”
“I’m sorry.”She shifted restlessly, but she didn’t get up.“Maybe I’m missing your point, but I’m not following you.”
“I stopped because I knew it would please you.Today, everything is about giving you a memorable day.My point is this… In any successful relationship, D/s or vanilla, each partner makes tiny sacrifices, does small things, acts of service as it were, because it makes the other person happy.I didn’t have to bring coffee.You don’t have to look so ravishing.You don’t have to greet me on your knees, but it makes me happy, encourages me to think of even greater ways to show you my pleasure.”
She smiled.“This is definitely not worse than being with six thousand kids at the local coffee shop.And that location doesn’t even have a drive-through, if I remember?”
“I’d stand in the line three times to see that look on your face when you realized I was carrying a coffee cup.In fact, one day I hope that you will smile at me the same way.”
“The smile was for you,” she reassured him.
“Nice try.”
She grinned.
“Now, to greet me properly…”
“Yes?”
That was exactly the response he’d hoped for.“I’d like you kneeling up, not back.”
