His blue eyes shifted back and forth as he looked into my eyes. He reached behind him, setting the paddle gently on the table. Our eyes were locked to one another’s. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and I had the urge to reach out and touch him. I realized this was an important session to him. He was laying everything out for me to see and telling me his fears. I reached up and set my hand on the center of his chest. He didn’t move or flinch or so much as twitch a muscle. He was okay with my touch in this fashion. I took this as a very positive sign.
“I’m not the same man I was before Elise.”
“I’m not Elise.”
“I want to be ready,” he said, barely above a whisper.
“We will get you there in time,” I promised him.
“Thank you, Mistress Tabitha.”
Andrew and I left the room at the quiet end of the hallway, and we slowly made our way to the main room.
“I’m going to head home now. I’d made some rounds before I came over to talk to you tonight.”
“I’m happy you decided to come over and talk to me, Andrew.”
“I meant to tell you that I had seen your class on getting inside the submissive mind a few weeks back. I guess it was about a month ago now.”
“Oh?” I quickly thought back to that evening, and I was certain Andrew wasn’t in the class; otherwise, I would have surely seen him.
“Yeah, I had been walking around with James, and he wanted to stop to check on Brandon. Anyhow, I had been meaning to say something to you and kept forgetting. Your shoes reminded me of it tonight. I remember you walking around the class with those heels clicking. Everyone in that room was watching you. Tops, bottoms, everyone. If you don’t mind my saying, you have an incredible presence. It’s strong and sexy as fuck.”
I smiled brightly at his comments. First and foremost, Andrew was affected by my mind-fucking heels. And a very close second to that, he thought I was sexy.
“Thank you, Andrew.”
“You command attention quietly. Those heels clicking do all of the work.”
“I find that attention is best earned without words.”
“No yelling or throwing things?” A smile lingered on his lips. I raised my eyebrow at him.
“Absolutely not. That would be counterproductive. Unless the session is humiliation in nature or disciplinarian, yelling has no place in my sessions.”
He smiled and nodded, making me feel as though he liked my answer. And it was the truth. He’d seen enough of my sessions to know that I didn’t play dangerously, and I cared about those who bottomed to me.
“I like some humiliation, and at times, I need the discipline,” he teased.
Mmm, Andrew.Does he know that he has the ability to drive a woman wild just by looking at them with those blue eyes?
“All naughty men need a disciplinarian and a dose of humiliation from time to time,” I teased back.
The corners of his broad smile turned upward, touching his red cheeks. His eyes twinkled at my teasing words. My nipples ached and my clit was swollen. Andrew was the only man in a long time whose physical reactions instigated my own. Hearts were involved here, but they needed to be patient and steady.
“Tell me if this is none of my business, because I realize I have no business asking. But are you going to have a session with someone tonight?” he asked.
I think we had a mental session breakthrough tonight.
“Not tonight. I’m ready to head home,” I admitted. It was the truth. I was eager to get home and masturbate to my fantasies of Andrew.
“I’ll walk out with you then.”
“That would be great. I’ll grab my things from the locker room.”
“I’ll wait here.”
I briskly walked to my locker to collect my things. I ignored the sight and sounds of two women play spanking one another. If Andrew wasn’t waiting, I could easily get caught up watching them. But I was eager to get back to Andrew and get home.
