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Just as little as I was dominant, Kaden had no spark of submissiveness in him. This could be interesting.
"What if I do something that makes things worse for you instead of better?"
"The same protocols apply as always. And you know what's okay for me and what's not," he replied. "Besides, I trust you. You wouldn't abuse that power any more than I do."
Although it didn't seem to cost him any effort to say that, I knew that he secretly had problems believing it. There was a small voice in his head that said the opposite. He had been working on this for more than four weeks. It would probably take him a while to get it under control and reach a state where that voice didn't have the power to send him into a semi-panic attack at the mention of the word love. This wasn't even about me and what we shared. It was all about what he had experienced in his childhood and youth.
In spite of everything, we had agreed not to avoid it. What good would that do? It wouldn't go away just because we never talked about it.
"Give me some time to prepare. Okay?" I finally said. After all, I had to figure out what to do with him without it looking like a beginner's pathetic attempt to feign dominance.
* * *
There wasa film playing in my head. An outline of what would happen every second I dominated Kaden. I had lain awake for hours at night, running through every possible scenario.
I had thought about what I would say, how I would arouse him and make him willingly submit to me. I didn't want to make a mistake, to embarrass myself because I didn't know what to say, or to falter. I wanted to seduce him– to show him that even in this scenario he could let himself fall. Even if it was a one-off, I didn't want him to regret it. For more than one reason, it was not only about the trust between us but also about what was bothering him. And a little bit about me. For as easy as it had been for me to feel comfortable in his hands and to trust him blindly. It was now difficult for me to break out of these bonds and to accept that it worked differently and that, for once, I was not in the submissive role, but that everything was in my hands and that Kaden relied entirely on me. On what I had to show him and give him.
In my head, however, the film did not consider that we were not just any actors working to a script, but two living beings making decisions. That became clear when I realized I hadn't warned Kaden in my scenario– that I would drag him into a submissive role. Just like he always did with me.
Sometimes he would appear, and the next he would have his hand around my neck, muttering the dirtiest things I had heard that day. It was pretty clear that it wouldn't work the other way around, because I was physically incapable of subduing him.
I had to seduce him mentally, and the first step was to make him speechless at the sight of me. So it wasn't the usual outfit I wore when he came home from the office. Latex and leather were not and would never be my favorite, but I had to admit it sent exactly the message I intended.
There was a dark side, a dominant streak I hadn't seen in myself before. And apparently Kaden hadn't either, because when I turned toward him by the light of the candles, the bag fell out of his hand.
"Fuck," he cursed. Whether because of me or the bag…
Kaden was on the verge of bending over. I clicked my tongue. "Leave it."
I watched with satisfaction as he clenched his hand into a fist and slowly stood up, his movements stiffer than before.
I let my eyes glide slowly over him as I gently slapped the palm of my hand with the riding crop. I had no intention of hitting him with it– but it would be great fun to use it to tease him.
As I looked at his face, it was clear that his previous curse was mine alone. Good– because that meant I had found the perfect start for what was to follow.
I took a step toward him, just to see what effect it would have on him. Whenever he put me on the spot like that, I felt nervousness rising because I had no idea what was coming next. I wanted him to feel the same and to not know what was coming. What I had planned…
Kaden looked at me and held his breath. Tense. Until an amused smile spread across my lips, I tilted my head and let him know with a movement of my chin that he should get on his knees.
As I watched him sink to his knees, automatically assuming the position he had practiced with me for weeks to perfection, I felt a surge of power. As I took in the sight, I felt excitement spread through me. To see him like that, to see him fall into that submissive role and look up at me, waiting, full of trust and ready to let whatever I had planned wash over him. God, I couldn't even describe how it felt to me. If it was similar for him, I understood more and more why he enjoyed adding this component to our sessions. There was nothing quite like the rush of power that came from the realization that you are in complete control.
After a few seconds I moved closer until I felt the warmth of his body. But I did not touch him, still too fascinated to explore the differences. As soon as he ordered me to get on my knees, I felt calm. It seemed to make Kaden nervous– either because it was not his usual role or because he could not read me.
To be honest, I still had no idea what I was doing here, and the scenario I had imagined was long gone. There was no place for the feeling I was experiencing. I liked seeing Kaden on his knees in front of me. But I had never expected to find pleasure as a Dominant, even for a short time.
Normally I only felt the need to submit to him, but there was something else in that moment. And it told me to savor the moment.
I squatted next to him and watched with satisfaction as he had to force himself to look straight ahead. It was so hard for him not to look in my direction that I leaned forward and grinned until my lips touched the sensitive spot under his ear. I let my tongue shoot out, teasing him a little until my mouth was next to his ear. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up automatically without me saying anything.
Shit. Seeing an otherwise dominant man on his knees, just because I told him to… did something to me.
"Look at you. Such a pretty boy. Obedient. Let's see how long you can keep this up," I muttered before sliding the tip of the whip across his back. Very lightly, but enough to send a shiver through his body. This was followed by a growl that inevitably referred to the words I had addressed to him.
I stood up, circled him, and then leaned forward to remove his shirt. My eyes slid over his naked torso and the tanned skin and muscles beneath. Kaden was an imposing sight in any case, but on his knees before me… I suddenly knew exactly what I wanted to do to him.
Determined, I walked over to one of the chairs and sat down, spreading my legs a little to give Kaden the best view of my already wet pussy. I leaned back before slipping my hand between my legs. Normally, he wouldn't let me touch myself without his permission– but tonight, I was the one who made the rules, and he had no choice but to follow them. Even if it meant me masturbating in front of him.
As soon as I played with myself, his gaze became more intense. From my face, it fell directly on my hand, which I was skilfully teasing myself with. I bit my lower lip, stifled a moan in my throat and threw my head back.
