“Okay,” she said with a small pout on her lips. I could see her brain thinking of a way to get what she wanted. And man, did I love that. Loved not just her, but her thoughts. Loved her taking what she wanted.
And she would take what she wanted.
After placing an open water bottle in her hand, and a plate of food on her lap, I took my own and sat beside her on the bed.
We ate in silence, and as I expected, Avidya was starving. She hadn’t eaten much in the last twenty-four hours, but neither had I. I watched her out of the corner of my eye, making sure she really wasn’t too horribly sore. She’d be sore for a day or two, given how rough I had taken her, and I’d do anything to make sure she didn’t regret letting me do so.
“How often can we do that?” she asked. “What we did last night, I mean?” her voice was quiet but hopeful at the same time.
“How often do you want it?” I asked in return, raising an eyebrow at her. I would happily take her daily, but knew she wasn’t ready for that yet. Her mind might be, but not her body. I was learning her limits along with her reactions.
When she didn’t answer, I went on. “How about whenever the mood strikes?”
“Okay,” she replied, not looking at me. “How…when would you do stuff like that with….”
“How often I did play around?” I asked. She knew I had been with others, which was common knowledge.
“Yeah,” she said, looking up at me like she was afraid of the answer.
“Only three others,” I answered. “And they were only my submissives, never anything more. I never brought them home, either. All sessions were conducted at the club once a week over the weekends.”
“Oh,” she said, sounding surprised. “I just figured…”
“Now there’s only you, Avidya,” I was quick to say. “No one else.”
“How did you learn about it all?” she asked.
A curious little thing today, I mused. I didn’t mind answering any of her questions. Everyone had to start somewhere, somehow.
“I was eighteen,” I began after taking a drink from the water bottle. “I was horny and tired of skanky girls that kept trying to throw themselves at me. I craved something more. Did some digging, and came across a website that looked to be normal at first glance, but looking further into it, I found what exactly I needed. I found out what BDSM was, and I knew it was for me.”
“You couldn’t have just jumped right in?” she said, looking at me.
“No,” I said, a soft smile. “That would be where I found out about becoming a Dom, I needed to know the ins and outs of women. I had to know how to read them as easily as a book. I found an open club like the one I run that helped me learn things hands on. I found a Mistress who was willing to help me learn not just the sub’s side, but the Dom as well.”
I knew it was a lot to take in. It had been for me when I was just eighteen. I had learned a lot in the last ten years and still learning today. Avidya wasn’t the same as a practiced submissive or dominants. That was why she was so perfect for me. She didn’t fight the feelings that I evoked in her.
“I’m not going to run into any of your past hookups, right?” she nearly joked, but I could see that she worried if it was a true possibility.
“Not if I can help it,” I said. “They have all moved on, and most likely have forgotten about me by now. They know I am no longer with them, and they won’t bother either of us.”
“Okay,” she said, seeming to be relieved by my answer.
“You done?” I asked, indicating to her empty plate.
“Yeah,” she said, putting it on the nightstand before scooting over and laying her head on my lap. I couldn’t help my run my hand through along her hair, feeling her relax against me while doing so.
We were truly made for one another. Normally, I wasn’t into the whole cuddling thing after a session, but with Avidya, I wanted to be nowhere else.
Chapter 18
Avidya
Dear diary,
I’m married now. Can you believe it? Can you believe that I love my husband?
I had always thought that I would be stuck in a loveless marriage like my mother, but I’m not. I’m happy. I could shout it to the world, even.
