I want her so badly it feels like I might combust if I don’t have her.
But I’m not willing to cross that line unless I know for absolute certain it’s what she wants.
"Yes," she says. "But I'm scared."
"Of what?"
"Of not being good at it… Of disappointing you."
I stand, moving around the coffee table so I’m in front of her. I use my forefinger to lift her chin, forcing her to look up into my eyes again.
“You won’t disappoint me,” I tell her softly, not in the commanding voice. This one is the gentle praise I know she needs.
“So, what now?” she asks, lust shining in her hazel eyes.
"We need to discuss safe words before we can play."
"Like pineapple?"
I chuckle. "No. We're going to use the stoplight system. Red, yellow, green. Red means stop immediately. Yellow means slow down or check in. Green means keep going. You can use them any time, Sugar. Even if we're just kissing. Even if you think you're overreacting. Your safety matters more than anything else. Whenever you use one, I will immediately respond. Understood?"
She nods and takes a breath. "Okay."
"Say them back to me," I order.
"Red to stop. Yellow to slow down. Green to continue."
"Good girl."
She glows under my praise.
"You like that too."
"Yes," she breathes.
"Are you ready to play?"
She nods quickly, and I chide her. "When I ask you a question, you'll respond verbally, understood?"
She begins to nod again, but then freezes.
"Yes." And then a blush rises on her cheeks.
“What is it?” I ask.
“I just remembered something… You want to be called Sir." It's more of a statement than a question, and I recall the plane ride to Bali when she told me the nicknames in the book she was reading.
“I do. Would you like to call me Sir?" I want her to call me Sir more than I’ve ever wanted any submissive to, but I’m not about to force her.
"Yes."
"Good, I would like that, Sugar."
She sucks in another steadying breath.
"Okay, Sir, I’m ready."
The sound of the honorific on her lips is heaven.
