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“Hey! What are you doing?”
She was usually too tall for guys to manhandle this way, but Banner lifted her easily. Still, her ass was right next to his face, a point he accentuated by nipping it. She squealed and kicked her feet as he stomped through the house. At least, it felt like stomping the way her body bounced with each step.
“Ugh. You’re lucky I didn’t just eat.”
He chuckled then set her down on her feet in the living room. “Small talk is over. Shoes off, Trouble, and make it fast. Now I have to train you and feed you.”
“You don’t need to—”
He cut her off with a look of warning. “Did I tell you to speak?”
Her stomach dropped as her body went immediately into that liquid submissive state. She was losing control already, which went against her plan for the night. With a deep breath, she found her resolve and gave him her sternest expression. “Listen. I don’t think we should go as far today. In fact, I think I should probably keep my clothes on. I mean, you can teach me submission with my clothes on, right?”
“Of course. Dominance and submission aren’t always about sex. Some people in D/s relationships never have sex.”
“What?” That seemed to defeat the purpose.
“They find satisfaction in the roles without it being sexual.”
She shook her head, confused.
“Try to keep an open mind, Kate. Everyone has their own way of finding comfort in life.”
That struck a chord. How many times had she helped clients discover unconventional ways to live without their addictions? “You have a point, I suppose. But still, can we slow down a little?” She bit her lip, hoping he would understand. She wasn’t chickening out or anything, but spontaneous sex would only hurt them both in the end.
His expression remained unreadable, which frustrated her. As a social worker she prided herself in being able to read people, but he was often a mystery. She didn’t want to disappoint him. She’d come to like pleasing him. Maybe she shouldn’t have said anything. Now she felt stupid.
“You can keep your clothes on,” he said. “I’d still like you to take your shoes off though. Is that a problem?”
“Oh.” Why did it surprise her that he was being reasonable? “Um. No, it’s not a problem.” A minute ago she was beginning to feel comfortable with him, but somehow it’d become awkward again.
She removed her sneakers and placed them off to the side. Nerves started in her belly. What would he do with her while keeping her clothes on? She stood in front of him, fumbling with her hands, staring at his chest, unsure of what to do from here. Should she kneel? Or ask him where he wanted her?
“A lot of Doms like to do something called inspection,” he said.
She didn’t like the sound of that.
“Since you have your clothes on, it’ll be tamer than I’m used to. With them off, you’ll feel much more vulnerable. But we’re going to do it anyway, to get you used to the idea.”
He hadn’t given her permission to speak yet, and she’d vowed to herself to at least try to follow the rules, so she only nodded her head.
“Feet apart.”
She widened her stance.
“Put your hands behind your head.” He started walking around her, slowly, as she complied. “Some Doms might have you clasp them behind your back or some other position, but I like this one because it puts your tits on display.”
Unable to help herself, she said, “Are you going to weigh me too? Then hang me up on your wall?”
He came around to her front then raised his brows. “Do you need something in your mouth to remind you not to sass me, bratty girl?”
Though she shook her head adamantly, a vision formed in her mind. Banner pushing his big cock into her mouth, holding her by the hair as tears rolled down her cheeks.
Fuck. Her pussy twinged, and she felt herself start to dampen. She looked up at Banner, wondering how she would ever keep control around him.
He let out a loud groan.
“What?” Had she exasperated him already?
