I frowned. “Was it a mistake to give you that file?”
“No,” she replied. “I’m… I’msograteful to know. I just got emotional seeing it. I’m so happy.” She gave me another one of those ground-breaking smiles and it was difficult to keep from physically falling over. All the guns in the world couldn’t make her more dangerous to me than she already was. “Well, I’m sorry I ruined dinner.”
“You didn’t. It was wonderful,” I replied. “Do you want me to walk you back to your room?”
She nodded. “Okay. Thank you.”
I climbed up off the floor first and reached out a hand for Avion to grab. She took it and allowed me to pull her to her feet, and for a very brief moment, we were so close a piece of paper could barely fit between us. I was overcome with the feeling to do something Ineverdid and leaned in. Whether or not I made the conscious decision to do it, I initiated a kiss, but Avion didn’t shy away from it, leaning up towards me until our lips pressed gently together. My heart was pounding so fast I was certain she had to be able to feel it.
When she pulled back, I was quick to say, “I’m sorry. I’m not sure what came over me.”
She shook her head. “I didn’t complain, did I?”
“No.”
We walked in silence back up to Avion’s room, mostly because she was concentrated on reading the hidden sconce directions, then when we got to her room, she opened the door and lingered in the doorway.
“Will we have breakfast in the morning too?” she asked.
“If that’s okay with you,” I replied.
She nodded. “I’d like that.”
“Me too.” For the fact that it wasn’t meant to be a date, it certainly felt like one. “Well, goodnight.” I turned to walk away when Avion’s hand grabbed mine. I looked back at her, and there was a deep blush on her cheeks and a curiosity in her eyes that was enough of a turn-on that I’d be showing if I continued to stand there. “Is something wrong?”
“I meant to ask you something,” she said. “What does it mean to be your sub?”
I’d gotten so distracted from trying to make Avion my sub that the question damn near confused me. I was reminded all at once that, at least originally, that was what this all was about, trying to get her tothatplace where she askedthatquestion. I’d been waiting to hear it from her ever since she first came to my compound, yet she finally said it and I was so thrown off guard that I actually hesitated when she asked.
“I can’t tell you that,” I responded.
A look of shock and frustration crossed her face that was painfully cute. “Why?”
“I can only explain it to someone I’m training in as my sub. If I’m ever telling you about it, it’ll only be because you’ve already agreed to it,” I said. “If you aren’t interested, then don’t ask me again.”
There was a wave of hunger flashing through her eyes during the explanation and I thought she just may take that step, but instead, she just nodded. “Okay, thank you. Goodnight.”
She rapidly retreated to her room and as soon as the door was closed, I collapsed back against the wall. By some miracle, I managed to salvage things with Avion, and she seemed at least briefly curious about what it would mean to become my sub. I was close to getting everything that I wanted.
All I had to do was wait for her to take the final step.
20
AVION
Things with Gio and I had definitely changed to say the least.
After that kiss we shared, I expected that our relationship would devolve back into a sexual one, but whatever the whole “sub” thing meant, Gio was serious about it. It seemed that was the only kind of sex he would have, and because I wasn’t sure what it was or if I wanted to commit to it, the closest we got was flirting over meals. If I had to admit it, I was actually a little irritated.
I wanted more.
Every night I laid down to go to sleep, I was reminded of that pleasure he brought me doing the bare minimum, and my dreams were plagued with visions of him. I’d been turned on for three days straight with no reprieve and I needed to do something. Iwasinterested in Gio sexually, there was no doubt about that. I’d even go so far as to say I was just interested in him in general, but if the only way forward was to be his sub, then I needed to learn what that meant, and since no one would just tell me, I had to do some research.
Rather than just sit and wonder, I grabbed my phone and decided to look it up. Thanks to Lorie, I had another keyword that I could use, ‘Dom,’ so I entered “Sub and Dom” into a search engine, feeling slightly embarrassed that I was looking up such things. Of course, a huge portion of what I got was porn, but even that wasn’t totally unhelpful. I found myself watching a few, before reading articles about the culture and better understanding the nature of the relationship between a dominant and their submissive. Pain was definitely a part of it, which brought my mind back to that hard bite that Gio had placed on my neck. I didn’t even check to see if I had a hickey there, but pressing the spot felt like I had a bruise, so I likely did.
For all of the pain that was being endured, however, there seemed like there was an abundance of pleasure. There were different kinds of doms, those who just sort of ran rampant, those who preferred to humiliate their subs, and then there were those like Gio. One of the articles called that kind a ‘Control Dom,’ one who likes to have total control in the bedroom, usually involving making their sub ask for pleasure and use their name. Seeing the lengths that these doms liked to go to scared me a little, but I also found myself intrigued.
How far would Gio take me if I let him?
