Page 46 of Love Lessons: Expanded Edition

Just tell me if you want things to change, though. Mostly I want to spend time with you.

Ugh. She didn’t want to fall for this guy with his soft shirt and his fingers that knew just where to touch her. Once he figured himself out, there would probably be some other sub out there who was perfect for him.

It just wasn’t her. She couldn’t even figure out what he wanted.

He gave her a concerned look. Are you sure? I think I’m stressing you out. I can still go if you want me to.

Just the thought of it made her chest feel tight. No, definitely not that. He couldn’t make her fall asleep on top of him and then just leave.

She clutched his thigh. No. Please stay.

His smile was breathtaking. He pushed a strand of her hair back behind her ear, tenderly like she was really someone special.

I’m sorry I’m so difficult. This is just… different from what I expected.

He shrugged. You’re not difficult. You’re just thinking a lot. I am, too. Though… if you were difficult, I don’t think I would mind that, either.

Huh. She knew what that looked like in a scene but not in a… whatever this was. Dustin’s loose handwaving had really described it best.

Look, I want you to relax and be yourself. Just let yourself react. Do what seems right. We’re both figuring it out. Right now, we’re going to make dinner together. I think you’ll enjoy it. He winked.

She knew she would. She liked cooking. She even liked cooking with other people, like her sister Maggie. And she’d committed to spending the day with Dustin, which meant that they had to eat sometime.

She just hadn’t realized until he pointed it out that she didn’t usually have people over for dinner. She went out to dinner with friends. Usually in large groups or when she was organizing something. And she brought people back to her place for hook-ups. It was just strange to merge the two.

It was dinner, though. And Dustin looking at her like she hung the moon, which made her want to be all clingy so she ended up being defensive instead.

Nope, just dinner. Cooking. She could do this.

She put a smile on her face and popped off the couch to head for the kitchen.

Only then did she realize what she was wearing. What she’d actually been wearing the whole time she was cuddling on the couch, while Dustin played with her hair and completely ignored her sexy outfit.

I’ll just go change and then we can decide what to make, she signed brightly.

Dustin shook his head in mock regret. I don’t think so. I told you to put on something comfortable and this is what you chose. Now you can wear it for the rest of the evening. He walked past her and gave her a small slap on the ass. It’ll be quite enjoyable for me, too.

Shame and arousal tangled up inside her and she wasn’t even sure where it was all from. It wasn’t really a punishment, but it felt like one. Not, not a punishment but a… consequence.

Not some fake story line in a club, but a real punishment, a real response to her actions. She’d been disobedient and now she was paying the price. It made her feel squirmy and hot, somewhere deep inside.

Then there was the fact that Dustin was obviously enjoying it. The way that his eyes devoured her said it all.

There was something daring and sexy about making dinner in her lingerie. That thought quickly spun out into a fantasy of Dustin walking in the door and finding her like that as she cooked a meal for him. He’d push her to the floor and make her service him, praising her for her cocksucking and culinary skills together. Maybe he could come home to find her like that every day…

No, that thought wasn’t an option. Maybe she’d ask him about a role play sometime and she could get a tiny white apron. That could work.

Eager to get started, she strutted into the kitchen, buoyed by his avid perusal of her body. She opened the refrigerator and made a show of bending over to look inside, her legs straight and ass in the air.

Just as she’d hoped, he came up behind her, his warmth a delicious counterpoint to the cool air in front of her. She rubbed her ass back against his bulge and was rewarded by his hands tightening on her shoulders.

But then he pointed out a few things that looked good and asked what she wanted to make. So… this wasn’t going to be a prelude to sex either.

They finally decided on enchiladas, since Dustin pointed out that they still had plenty of time before dinner and Lena mentioned that she loved them but rarely made them since she was cooking for one.

Lena thought that cooking together would be awkward, but they quickly got into a flow. Dustin prepared the veggies while she browned the chicken. Then, they both filled and rolled the tortillas together, hands flying as they signed while covered in the spicy red sauce.

They talked about farmers markets and taking long runs through the park on the weekends. She hadn’t imagined that they’d both find that in common, but finding a fellow runner was a pleasant surprise.