Momentary confusion flashes across her face before she responds, “I like what you like, Dom.”
“That’s the response for a Master,My Angel. I’m not your master. This is a two-way relationship. I will read your body and know what you need. I will test it, tempt it, taste it, own it, and command it, but I also like to know ahead of time what you like and don’t like. It just helps me pleasure you,” I respond, gently stroking my fingers across her cheek.
“I don’t like being suspended, or gags, or being humiliated,” she replies, her voice barely above a whisper. I have a sudden and unyielding urge to hunt down her last Sir and put my fist through his face. The images her fear and inflection of her voice bring to my mind are enough to make me want to kill someone.
“Tell me what happened,My Angel,” I command, taking her hand in mine to give her reassurance that I’m here for her.
She squeezes my hand and turns her face down and away in shame. “I was left suspended and gagged with no way to call for help. It scared me and he punished me for not trusting him to know what I needed.”
My anger flashes to the heat of the sun in an instant. If I had been home instead of on this airplane, I would go hunt the motherfucker down and show him what it feels like. NorealSir puts his submissive in that predicament. Norealman would treat his lady like that. She is to be loved, revered, and taken care of at all times. The level of abuse that she just described makes me want to repay the favor to this bastard—an eye for an eye, a gagged suspension for a gagged suspension.
For Sophia’s sake, I rein in my extreme anger so she doesn’t mistake it for something she’s done wrong. “My Angel, listen to me, sweetheart.Thatis abuse—plain and simple. I wouldneverdo that to you, underanycircumstance. I understand your hard limits and I will not push you to do that.”
“But, will you be happy with me if I don’t?” her voice is shrill, her eyes wide, her breaths increased, and she is clearly terrified.
“Yes, love, I will still be very happy with you. I don’t need those things, Sophia,” I comfort her. She immediately looks relieved and simply nods. “Anything else you want to tell me? Likes or dislikes?”
Her face turns the most beautiful shade of red and her straight, white teeth shine in her shy smile. “I like having my hair pulled during sex,” she admits.
This makes me smile—the fact that she’s becoming comfortable enough with me to have this conversation. The sign that she is beginning to trust me with information that she obviously deems to be embarrassing to admit. “I think I can help you out with that, Sophia.”
She giggles and I instantly fall in love with the sound of her shy laugh. A thought occurs to me—maybe she will always be somewhat wary of sharing this type of admission. The shame her family cast on her caused deep-rooted issues with trust, acceptance, and belonging. Obvious abuse at the hands of a man she willingly submitted herself to only added more validity to those feelings.
“I feel like I’m starting all over, Dom. This can’t be what you were looking for,” she admits with a somewhat defeated tone.
“I was only looking for a new employee, Sophia, but when you walked in, I knew I had been looking for you...waiting for you…my whole life, “ I openly admit.
She gasps and I reclaim her lips, covering them with mine and devouring her mouth as if it were my very lifeline. Our tongues move in sync, lightly grazing and skimming the other’s, and I feel her body once again melt under my touch. When I pull away from her, I know there are two more ground rules I must add.
“I have two ‘must haves’ I need to tell you about,My Angel.”
“Alright,” she answers on a ragged breath.
“There can be no deception of any kind—no lies, no omissions, nothing fake at all. And you cannot withhold your body from me, unless we’ve discussed it ahead of time and there’s a good reason for doing so,” I level her with my gaze, showing my complete and total lack of joking about either stipulation.
“I agree, Dom. I agree to those,” she responds and I can sense she is waiting for me to once again take her mouth with mine, taste it, own it, and command it at my will. I am only all too eager to do just that.
* * *
The plane is finally touchingdown in San Diego and our meeting with Rich Daltry is the furthest thing from my mind. I have Sophia to myself today and tonight and I plan on making the most of every minute. We are two consenting adults and we’ve just spent the last three hours talking about what we do and don’t like during sex. I’m well past ready to move our relationship into the next stage, but for her sake, if she wants to take it slower, I will oblige her for a little longer.
Fuck, I hope she’s ready because I have a hard-on that would cut diamonds.
The car is waiting at the private hangar and we wait in the backseat as our bags are transferred from the plane to the trunk. I can’t help but take the opportunity to test the waters with Sophia.
“We are staying at the Hotel del Coronado,” I lean over and speak low into her ear. Her skin prickles with chill bumps rippling down her arm, making the tiny hairs stand at attention. My fingers follow behind her reaction and her body trembles at my touch. “Have you ever been there?”
She shakes her head first then audibly answers me, “No, I’ve never been to San Diego at all.” Her voice is barely above a whisper, but is rich with need, want, and desire. Knowing I have a similar affect on her as she does on me makes our union even sweeter. Even if I have to teach her every step, every touch, and every look, it’ll all be worth it.
“I think you will like it. It’s very nice, upscale and it’s directly on the beach,” I continue, using my nose and chin to move her hair so that my lips gently glide across her neck. Her reaction is immediate and it spurs me on.
“I’ve heard of it,” she answers breathlessly. “I’ve heard the hotel rooms are heavenly.”
“That they are,” I respond while intentionally kissing her neck this time. “But, we’re not staying in a regular room.”
“Ooooh?” she asks, although it comes out as more of a moan than she intended. It’s sexy as hell and it shoots straight between my legs, suddenly making my pants entirely too tight.
“Mmmhmm,” I murmur with my lips against her sweet skin. I flick my tongue out and enjoy tasting her while we’re still alone in the car. “We’re staying in a three-bedroom cottage in their Beach Village.”
