Once the aircraft was in flight, the attendants had made their offerings. Evan went over the schedule for their trip.
“Once we land, we will check in to Lancaster Ambassador Chicago. Followed by reservations at the restaurant on-site. I have allowed for some downtime. Afterwards, we can head over to Club Desire at ten p.m. Do you have questions about the club?”
“The information you sent over was pretty straightforward.” In an effort to prepare her, Evan had been as transparent as he could while adhering to the guidelines of the club. In addition, he had advised Seraphina she would be required to complete the paperwork, which included the Non-Disclosure Agreement (NDA) when she arrived at Club Desire. Theoretically, she knew what to expect. He knew from experience nothing fully prepared you for the club.
“Good. If anything comes to mind, please do not hesitate to ask. I’d like to go over the questionnaire you filled out for me.”
“You would?” Her voice sounded heightened.
“Yes. I want to ensure that we communicate and remain on the same page.” He heard the slight intake of her breath. “We will be physically intimate shortly, but that intimacy has to start before we touch each other.” Evan wanted to say more about what he hoped to establish, but he was afraid he would give himself away. He wasn’t sure he could hide that he wanted more than oneencounter.
Evan had memorized her responses. He had gone over them repeatedly. It excited him how open she was to explore sensory play. He handed her a tablet with her completed form. “Are there any answers that you wish to change? Anything you would like to implement or add to our play?”
Her silence was only a moment before she spoke. “When I filled out the form, I gave my responses a great deal of thought and consideration. I’m content with my answers.”
“Mm. Are you certain? Or are you trying to avoid this discussion?”
“I am very certain. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be on the plane right now.” The certainty with which she answered his questions pleased him.
“Other than what we discussed at the restaurant, why else have you agreed to spend time with me at Club Desire?”
Seraphina cleared her throat lightly. When she spoke, the sound was clear, but it sounded like something obscured it. “The simple answer is… I’ve wanted to explore a different side of myself.” As she spoke, her voice became clearer, surer. “I want to open myself up… have someone take control of…” Her voice became soft as the volume faded. Evan hung on every word.
“Take control of what?” He prodded.
She sighed as she wistfully answered, “Everything. The idea of letting go, and letting someone take charge, has always appealed to me, but I’ve never found someone who I wanted to take control.”
“Why me?” The answer to this question was everything.
“Since the moment we met, you have exhibited skilful control. When it would have been easy to buckle under the weight of the unknown, you mastered your remaining senses.” Evan had just done what needed to be done. It had been a daunting transition, but he refused to allow inflexibility be his downfall. A failure to adjust was a failure.
“You chose me because I adjusted well to being blind?”
“No.” She scoffed. “I’m not an expert on the topic and admittedly romance novels have influenced my knowledge, but a really good partner, dominant, needs to understand how all the senses work together to give their partner the most sensual experience.” Seraphina placed her hand over his. “Once I read the answers to your form, I was confident you would give me the experience I craved.” As she continued to speak, her slender long digits skimmed his skin as she traced his veins. The sensation had made it difficult to concentrate, but Evan took in every word.
“What are you looking forward to the most?”
Her touch became firm as the tracing became more deliberate. “The touching. The feel of your hands over my skin.” Evan slowly transitioned their hand positions, so his hand rested over hers. As he stroked her velvety soft skin, a tremor rippled under his touch.
“I’m looking forward to that as well.”
“What about you?”
“I can’t wait for you to fill in the blanks for me.” His thumb stroked the webbing between her thumb and forefinger. Seraphina hissed softly.
“The blanks?” She questioned breathlessly.
“I’ll need your detailed descriptions to help guide me. Can you do that for me, Sweet Girl?” Evan barely recognised his own voice. His arousal contorted it, accenting the bass.
“How am I supposed to do that?” Seraphina inquired.
“Well…” Evan’s hand trailed from her hand, up to her forearm, up her arm. As his hand travelled upwards, he missed the feel of her skin, as the textured soft material shielded her softness. He didn’t stop until he reached the base of her neck. His hand rested there until he grasped it without warning.
“Oh.” She breathed. Evan wasn’t sure if it was in surprise or approval. Or a mixture of both.
Evan moved his head closer to hers. The faint warmth of her breath feathered his cheek as she turned in his direction. Her breath was minty, no something similar… spearmint. Good, he wanted to taste her. “This is where you give me a description, Sweet Girl. Fill me in on what you’re feeling.”
“I don’t know—” Seraphina broke off as he applied a little pressure to her nape. Her pulse quickened under his touch. “My skin feels… flushed, I’ve broken out in goosebumps, my heart rate picked up.”
