“The name I give you will have meaning and won’t be just a generic nickname. It may take a little time for me to decide on it, but it’ll be yours and yours alone,” I tell her and she readily accepts it.
“That is one of the most romantic things I’ve ever heard.”
I shake my head in disbelief. “Sweetheart, you haven’t heard anything yet. We are just getting started.”
My Angeljust pops into my head without warning. It has a certain ring to it. I may have to try it out on her soon and see how she reacts. The name is important because it’s a symbol of the trust, the intimacy, and the promise we’ve made. It shows she is mine and I am hers. I want more than just a submissive that is at my beck and call, though. My pleasure comes from giving her pleasure, from her willingly submitting to me even when she’s unsure, and from her giving me her complete and total trust.
I’m entering this lifestyle again. It’s not that I’m becoming a Dom again. No manbecomesa Dom—he either is one naturally or he’s not one at all—but I’m living the lifestyle again for her. I’m taking a chance I never thought I’d take again–for her. She has an air of delicateness and innocence about her that makes me want to shelter and protect her. Even though she’s been somewhat trained as a sub before, she doesn’t have the slightest presence of any sub I’ve met before. She’s very intriguing, mysterious, and different.
I am so ready to get to knowMy Angelmuch more intimately now.
“I’d like to get to know you now, Sophia. First, the question I’m not supposed to ask. How old are you?” I ask with a mischievous smile. Yes, I do know her age because it’s in her personnel file, but this is in a different context and I want her to share herself with me in every way.
“I’m twenty-three years old. You’ve already told me you’re twenty-nine. So, is it my turn to ask you a question?” she asks with an equally mischievous smile.
“Sure, you can ask anything you want,” I answer truthfully. However, that doesn’t mean she will get an answer I’m not ready to give her.
“How long have you been a Dom?” she asks innocently.
“All my life.” She doesn’t look pleased with my answer and I smile, “My turn again.”
She nods, “Okay.”
“How long have you been a sub?”
“About a year,” she reveals and immediately drops her eyes to her lap.
My voice deepens, threateningly and menacingly, to convey my displeasure, “Keeping secrets and lying are part of my hard limits, Sophia. Not just in the bedroom but in every aspect of my life and business. There isno roomfor negotiation in this.”
“I’m telling you the truth, Dom,” she says emphatically. Her eyes fly up to meet mine and they are open wide, hiding nothing from me. Her arms are at her sides, conveying she is being open with me. Her use of my new nickname does not go unnoticed by me. It just rolled right off her tongue, right out of her mouth, as if she’s been mine for years.
“Why did you look away when I asked that question?”
She inhales deeply and looks down again. Rising from my seat, I kneel in front of her again. Using my thumb and index finger, I gently lift her face to look at me. Placing my hands on either side of her face, her small stature is immediately obvious, and a dark thought forms in the back of my mind. I speak gently but clearly to emphasize my point. Any mention of her former Sir upsets her and I have a growing concern that I know exactly why that is.
“I don’t know about your former life, but with me, I prefer for you to look me in the eye. We can talk about anything at all—just don’t hide from me,” I gently explain. A tear escapes her eye and I catch it with the pad of my thumb. “I won’t intentionally give you any cause for tears of pain, Sophia. You can trust me, you’ll see.”
Sophia’s tiny hands fly up and encircle mine, even though they are still tenderly holding her face. Her tears increase and I take a moment to examine her fully. There is real anguish in her eyes and she is no longer able to hold it in. We haven’t even begun to discuss her former life—how she was trained and what she expects—and she is already reacting emotionally toward me.
“Talk to me,My Angel,” I whisper to her, my face close to hers as I use my proximity to reassure her, shield her, and protect her. The tears are still slowing, but she slightly cocks her head to the side and furrows her brow. Her eyes dart back and forth between mine for a few seconds before I see the light bulb click on inside her.
“My pet name?” she whispers back.
“Yes, love. You areMy Angel,if you want to be.”
“I do want to be,” she replies as she grips my hands tighter.
“You don’t know the stipulations yet,” I remind her.
“You said you won’t hurt me, that I can trust you to not push me too far, right?” Her voice is still watery and scared, but the tears are slowing and she’s beginning to calm down.
“That’s right. I will push you, Sophia, but never more than I know you can take. And never, ever, to hurt you—physicallyormentally,” I confirm.
“Then the rest will sort itself out. I’m yours, Dom,” she says softly before leaning in to kiss me softly on the cheek. It wasn’t an overt, take-charge, enticing type of kiss. It was a gentle kiss of sincere gratitude.
