"Kneel."
Her eyes widen slightly, but she lowers herself gracefully to her knees, looking up at me with a mixture of uncertainty and arousal.
"Have you ever fantasized about kneeling for a man, Judy?" I keep my voice soft but commanding.
"Yes." The admission comes with a deepening flush.
"Tell me."
She hesitates, then says, "I've imagined surrendering control. Being told exactly what to do. How to please someone."
"And that excites you."
"Yes." She meets my gaze directly. "Being strong everywhere else in my life makes me want to surrender here."
Her insight impresses me. Many submissives never articulate that fundamental truth so clearly.
"I'm going to touch you now." I lean forward, brushing my fingers along her jawline. "You'll remain still unless I instruct you otherwise. Understood?"
"Yes."
"Yes who?"
She swallows. "Yes, Dario."
"Good." I trace the outline of her lips, watching them part slightly at my touch. "Tonight I want to learn your body. What makes you respond. What makes you beg."
Her breath catches audibly.
"Would you like that, Judy? To beg for my touch?"
"I don't know." Her honesty continues to impress me. "I've never begged for anything in my life."
"There's a first time for everything." I smile slowly. "Stand up and take off your clothes."
She rises, hands moving to the hem of her tank top before hesitating. Not embarrassment—I can read her well enough now to know that—but the significance of the moment.
"Second thoughts?" I keep my tone neutral, giving her space to choose.
"No." She pulls the tank top over her head in one fluid motion, revealing a black lace bra that contrasts beautifully with her brown skin. "Just... absorbing the moment."
"Wise." I lean back, making no move to touch her yet. "Continue."
She hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings, pushing them down her legs and stepping out of them. The matching black lace panties beneath reveal more than they conceal.
"All of it."
Her hands move behind her back to unhook her bra, letting it fall away. Her breasts are full and perfect, nipples already hardening in the cool air of the bedroom. When she slides her panties down, revealing the neat triangle of dark curls between her thighs, I have to fight for control.
"Fucking stunning." The words come without thought, genuine appreciation rather than calculated praise.
"Thank you." She stands before me, completely naked yet somehow undiminished by her vulnerability.
"Come here."
She steps between my spread legs, close enough that I can feel her body heat. I place my hands on her waist, feeling the gentle curve, the softness of her skin.
"I want to taste every inch of you." I look up at her, watching her reaction. "I want to learn what makes you whimper, what makes you moan, what makes you scream my name. But first, I want you to tell me what you want, Judy."
