“Yes.” I answered confidently. Reaching out to hand him the list. He took it and quickly started to read it over. After several agonizing minutes filled with growing embarrassment and anxiety, he raised his head in my direction.
“This is perfect Delaney, you’ve done well.” Something about his approval warmed my belly. Filling me with a sense of pride and need all at the same time. He glanced back down at the list and studied it a minute longer.
“It says here you are interested in anal play,” I nodded my head despite the heat that crept up from sheer embarrassment of hearing him say that outloud.
“Have you ever…” before he finished asking I was already shaking my head to answer. “No,”
He gave me a pointed look I knew instantly it was for cutting him off, something I noticed I do often. I quickly dropped my eyes to the floor.
I had so much to learn and so much to adapt to. He reminded me that I was free to stop our arrangement at any moment. If I suddenly felt like being a submissive wasn’t something I wanted anymore I could end all of it and walk away as if it never even happened.
I couldn’t help but feel sad just thinking about leaving Dallas Kingston and Club Crawl behind.
He laid the notepad and pen on the table, then leaned back on the couch. He spread his knees apart and patted his thigh, gesturing for me to sit on his lap. I eagerly obeyed.
His hand immediately found my thigh as he traced small circles across my sensitive skin, slowly, gently, focused.
“It’s important that you know that I want to do some unthinkable things to this body,” he gripped his hand over the mound between my legs, “and I need to know you are okay with them. Using your safe word shows me that you are conscious of your limits.”
This was the second time he had mentioned a safe word, which to me meant two things, one: he was certainly going to make good on his warning of doing unthinkable things to me and two: it was very important that I learn my limits – and fast. This is where my inexperience and innocencereallygets in the way.
Dallas watched my face as I worked through all of this in my head.
“What are you thinking, Delaney?” He asked, a sense of unease in his tone.
“Um, well I was thinking I wish I wasn’t so inexperienced…” I started but I stopped when I noticed him shaking his head.
“Even those with a resume as long as the naughty list in the north pole haven’t learned to identify their limits properly. And those are the ones who can become traumatized by their own experiences and have issues because of it.” He paused for a moment gauging my reaction.
“There are three things most important to me here Delaney, three things I take very seriously.” He raised his hand out in front of him and began counting them out on his fingers.
“Number one is consent. I will never, ever force you to do something you’re not entirely comfortable with. Number two is communication. I have to be able to trust that you will communicate your needs to me, in all aspects, not just sexually. And three: trust. Never lie to me Delaney, trust is the absolute biggest rule for me. If I can’t trust you and I see you can’t trust yourself I will end this arrangement immediately.” He finished, giving my thigh a small squeeze as he said the word, “understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I responded. I raised my chin and spoke the next words with conviction.
“I want this. I need to find myself, I’m tired of living in this shell of who I want to be, who I am supposed to be. I’m tired of hiding my desires and needs that I can never seem to ignore. It’s time to test my limits and learn who Delaney Bennett really is because I’m not who my parents taught me to be.” I spoke with conviction and confidence. For once in my life I wasn’t second guessing myself or my choices.
This is what I wanted and I wanted it with Dallas.
He nodded his head and let out a satisfied sigh.
“That’s my good girl.”
* * *
While Dallas finished up some paperwork for the club, I spent the afternoon unpacking the bags that Miss Kennedy had packed for the two of us, organizing our clothes in the wardrobe that furnished the huge master bedroom.
I was standing in the bathroom putting our toothbrushes into the ceramic holder when I felt a shift in the room. Looking into the mirror, I could see Dallas standing in the doorway, his large frame almost too big for the space.
“Hey beautiful, are you finished?”
I nodded my head with a small smile.
“Good, now come here,” he demanded in a stern tone. A tone I hoped meant we were about to start a session. I put my head down and padded toward him.
When I stood in front of him he used one finger to caress the sensitive skin on my arm, goosebumps forming in the trail of his movements. “I love the way your skin responds to my touch.” He hummed. “And I’mwilling to bet that pretty little pussy is responding as well,” he pressed his finger against my chin tilting my head to meet his gaze.
“Am I right?” he teased. He knew exactly what his touch did to me and how my body responded to him every time he was near me.
