“Really? Oh my god. Thank you. Where do we start?” Finally, there’s a sparkle in her eyes that I don’t think I’ve ever seen.
“Hold your horses. I’ll get to that. Before we do this, I need you to know that I can be a very controlling man. I expect obedience. You’ll choose a safe word that I expect you to use if you need to and open communication–that goes both ways–is important in a relationship like this. I can’t do my job if I don’t know what you’re thinking and feeling. I’ll afford you the same respect. Understood?”
She nods, but I need to hear her say it. “Use your words, Arabella.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“I also don’t do this halfway. You’re not strictly a scene partner, so this will be a 24/7 thing. The more you experience, the more you’ll learn. If you’re ok with that, you should address me as Sir from this point forward.”
Her chest is heaving now, and I can tell she’s aroused. Believe me sweet girl–me too. My cock is half hard just thinking about doing this with her and I haven’t even touched her, but I need to make it clear that it’s a line we can’t cross. “If you still want to do this with me, I think it’s best we keep things non-sexual.”
“That, I don’t understand.”
Of course she doesn’t, and I’m honestly not sure I do either, because I want nothing more than to lay her out on this very floor and show her exactly how I would own her body.
“Many people engage in power exchange dynamics without a sexual component. If you agree, you’ll see it’s possible. There’sa lot we can do that doesn’t involve that particular kind of intimacy.”That particular kind of intimacy?God, I’m annoying myself at this point. It’s like I’m incapable of calling it what it is–fucking. Like if I say it, I’ll end up doing it.
I watch her facial expressions shift and change, like she’s at war with two different sides of herself and contemplating the weight of what I’ve laid before her.
“This would be a good time to tell me what you’re thinking.”
We sit in slightly uncomfortable silence until she speaks, “I–never really considered the possibility of having one without the other. I thought they went together, so I assumed sex would be on the table like everything else. But I’ll take you however I can get you–I mean, I want this and I trust you more than anyone else to show me all the things.”
Fucking hell, I half expected taking sex off the table would cause her to change her mind, but she’s steadfast in her decision.
Standing, I approach her and lean down level with her ear, and order, “On your knees.”
Heat creeps up her cheeks as she slides down the cushion, landing on her knees at my feet as I stand over her. I let her sit there for a couple of minutes, before speaking again. “We start with you eating your fucking breakfast.”
Taking a deep breath, she responds, “Yes, Sir.” Then she stands and does as she’s told.
“Good girl.”
20
Arabella
Ifind myself equal parts excited and nervous that he actually agreed to teach me. Despite what I told him, I wasn’t actually prepared to find someone else. I would never force him–at least not intentionally. But I wanted–no, needed for it to be him. The look in his eyes, when I told him I’d find someone else, should have told me all I needed to know. I can almost imagine him with cartoon smoke escaping his ears at the mere suggestion of it.
I’m sure he’s not theonlydecent Dominant out there, but he’s got to be the hottest. Goddamn, he’s a perfect specimen. He’s talking to me and I know I should be paying attention, but all I see are those soft lips of his, begging to meet mine. And I bet his dick is huge–thick and veiny. I wonder what it would feel like buried deep inside of me.God, I’m turning into Wrinley.Except I shouldn’t be thinking about his lipsorhis dick because he’s drawn a line in the metaphorical sand and made it very clear I’ll never find out how they feel. I’d better get reacquainted with my vibrator, because his proximity alone seems to flip the switch in my lizard brain and make me want things I can’t have. Doingthis is only going to make it worse. Shit, I forgot I don’t have a vibrator here.
“Arabella,” Ryker interrupts my spiraling thoughts. “Are you listening to me?”
“I’m sorry,” I wince. “I was thinking about–stuff.”
“If you have better things to be doing.”
“No. No, I’m here and with you. I promise,” I assure him, although that extra wrinkle on his brow tells me he’s not convinced.
“If we’re going to do this, I expect your full attention when I’m speaking to you. I’ll give you the same courtesy.”
I give him a sharp nod. “It won’t happen again, Sir.” Thank goodness he didn’t press. I don’t need him knowing my brain was venturing quickly into the exact sexual territory he’s wanting to avoid.
“Tell me what you know so far of BDSM or Dominant/submissive relationships.” Straight to the point, I see.
“I know BDSM stands for Bondage, Discipline, Sadism and Masochism. And dominant/submissive relationships involve a dynamic where one partner takes on a leading, controlling role while the other submits to that person's direction and desires in a more passive,submissiverole.”
“That–is very clinical,” he chuckles. “Do youactuallyknow what any of it means?”
