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“Liar.”
We stare each other down for a minute before we both burst into laughter.
“It should piss me off that you can read me so well,” I say after a minute.
“It should piss me off that you have been spying on me all this time,” she shoots back.
“Yeah,” I lean forward, “but you secretly love it. It gives you a little thrill to know I’m there, lurking in the shadows. Keeping you safe and protected.”
She shakes her head slowly, but a slight smile pulls at her lips. “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
“Will you explain your Dom thing?”
“My Dom thing?” I quirk an eyebrow.
“Yeah, like what does it entail? Aside from what you showed me the other night.”
“Sure, for starters, it’s not always sexual. Sometimes Sarah, one of the two submissives I would have regular encounters with, would just kneel at my feet and rest her head on my lap. Or I would give her tasks to redirect her focus from what was bothering her.”
“What would she get out of kneeling at your feet?”
“Comfort. Safety. The easing of her daily burdens, even if only for a few minutes. She is a high-powered attorney and a single mom. Always in control. Always the decision maker for her family. It feels good for some individuals to give that responsibility to someone else, even for a small time.”
“Interesting.” She wipes her mouth. “May I try it?”
My cock swells. I can’t help it when I picture Claire on her knees at my feet. With a voice much calmer than I feel, I tell her yes. I scoot my chair back a bit and angle myself away from the table. She drops to her knees stiffly before laying her head across my thigh. After a few seconds, her body starts to loosen and her limbs relax over my lap. I gently massage her scalp with my fingers.
“Huh,” she says a few minutes later, “I can actually see the appeal in that.” She looks up at me, still on her knees. “What else can we try?”
“We can try whatever you want, Tsarina.”
“Will you show me how you fuck your submissives?” she asks with eyes bright and wide with anticipation.
I was already halfway to hard, but now I’m throbbing. The possibility of owning Claire, working her body in the way I crave is so overwhelming. I have to take several deep breaths in order to think clearly.
“To be one hundred percent clear, “ I cup both her cheeks in my palms, “you are asking for a night of domination? Physical, mental, emotional?” Thoughts are racing through my brain so fast it’s hard to grab ahold of one and focus.
“Yes. I want you to show me what you like.”
“Two words to remember. Yellow, which tells me to slow down or that you need a break. Red, which stops everything. Do not be afraid to use them, it won’t change my opinion of or how I feel about you.”
“Okay,” she answers with a nod.
“Go to my room, strip, lay down on the bed, and wait for me.”
I wait until she disappears into the penthouse before glancing down at my phone to check the time. I’m going to give her ten minutes to get ready and wait for me. I want her a little feisty when I come in from being kept waiting. The anticipation will add to this experience for both of us.
I walk into the kitchen and grab a couple bottles of water because she’ll definitely need one after I’m done doing all the things I want to her. Obviously impact play is out, except for maybe some light spanking. I don’t know if it’s safe with her condition to engage in anything heavy.
I make my way slowly up the stairs, making sure to make just enough noise that she knows I’m coming. With a deep breath, I walk into my bedroom. The sight of her naked on my bed has my cock pressing against the zipper of my pants. The blinds are open so the ambient city lights and dim moonlight are the only things illuminating her pale skin against my dark bedding.
Keeping my eyes averted, I walk over to my chest and pull out some candles. I light a few and place them on the nightstands. I can feel her eyes on me as I walk around the room not speaking, not making direct eye contact.
Her chest is rising and falling deeply, her pink nipples are hard and ready. I run a finger along the arch of her foot, immensely satisfied with the slight gasp she makes. She is unnerved, and I’ve never been more turned on.
“What are your safe words, Claire?” I ask as fasten one of the ankle cuffs to her leg. “And what do they mean?”
