In two nights he’ll be here. I can’t tell you how thrilled I am. I’ve missed him. His kiss. His touch. The taste of him. I adore Luke and want more every day. I woke up this morning and a peace filled me. I’m so ready to belong.
Luke cocked his head as he heard her coming down the stairs. Closing the journal, he patted the top and knew this was the right decision for both of them. As she walked into the room, she did indeed take his breath away. Suddenly it was if he was seeing her for the very first time again. While she always dressed beautifully and especially when they went out, tonight she was stunning. Selecting another red dress, the material clung to her hourglass figure in a sensual way, accentuating every curve God gave her. “You’re incredible.”
“I wasn’t certain so…” Her voice trailing off, Jezebel’s eyes flashed as if she’d been expecting disapproval. “I’m glad you like.”
Closing the distance, Luke eased her into her arms and brushed his lips across hers. “You once told me when you were getting to know me you believed we were destined to be together because of the measure of the man.”
“I did and I do more than ever.”
“Why?”
“Because you remind me every day how beautiful I am and not just by what you say but by the way you look at me when you don’t think I notice. You always sigh and give this shy smile every time I blush and when you notice disappointment within myself you remind me how wonderful I am in other ways. You are kind and loving. You make me want to be a better woman.”
There was something so amazing about her words and seeing the way her eyes were shining with admiration, Luke was filled with joy. “And I see a woman standing in front of me I want to spend the rest of my life with. You are without a doubt the only woman who’ll ever understand and trust me implicitly. I’m a lucky man.” Seeing the humbled look on her face surprised him. “Are you ready?” And Luke could tell instantly she knew what he meant.
“Without a doubt.” Slanting her eyes, she looked away.
“What do you want to ask me?” Taking a single finger, he eased her chin forward.
“Why?”
“Why?” Somehow the question caught him off guard and he knew exactly what she was asking. Certainly she had every right to know. The question had been one he’d asked himself time and time again and initially had been fearful he would lose control with a woman. As time went on Luke realized he’d always been a Dom, just didn’t understand the concept.
Nodding, Jezebel took his finger into her hand, kissing the tip. “Why did you become a Dom? You’ve only ever told me a little bit but I know there has to be more. You wanted to know why I wanted to be a sub. Now I need to ask you why you became a Dom. Is it about the power involved and the control? Or is it more about who you are and an innate knowing that’s always been inside of you?”
As he pressed the tip of his finger into her mouth, the feel of her tongue dragging back and forth across the end forced his cock to stand at attention. He could tell she was trying to distract him. Chuckling, he removed his finger and raised his eyebrow. He’d been insistent he know about her understanding of why and he had spent so long questioning his own beliefs for so many years until he finally came to a certain realization. “Willful tonight I see but it’s a valid question. It’s what I’ve always been and didn’t understand until later in my life.”
“Was there an absolute reason you did? Something terrible in one of your relationships?”
“No. Not really. During my failed relationships I always wondered why everything seemed to go wrong almost instantly. I’m not certain I ever believed in fairy tales, but I was the nice guy and the one who tried to walk the straight and narrow line from making sure my family was well cared for to being the man around the house. For some reason at the end of the day I was not only unsatisfied, but quite frankly unhappy, yet I stayed and tried to make everything better.”
“But you loved your wives?”
Luke shrugged. “Love comes in many forms. Did I love them? Yes. Was I in love with them? Not in the understanding that I know love to be today. When I decided to leave my last wife, things were tedious at best with her always arguing with me about everything and the conversations just never ended. Every time I was filled with dread when some difficult situation ensued, knowing I would finally get to a disgusted point and walk away. That’s not how I wanted to live.”
“How did you find the D/s scenario?” Taking a step back, Jezebel smiled, as if encouraging him to continue.
Luke could see such love in her eyes. “By reading a book about the lifestyle one day. I was surfing on line and ran across something and for some reason I purchased this very poignant piece. He truly went into detail about why and how many fallacies there are out there and about his personal journey, drifting in and out of the lifestyle for years. When he finally found the right sub he was a very happy man and from what I understand they are still together. After I read the entire book, I found the author’s website. He had been a practicing Dom for years and almost every provided a blog about why and how and basic information. I found myself looking forward to reading more and through several months of my own exploration realized I had always felt exactly the same way and was too terrified society would label me a bad man.” Oddly enough, saying the words out loud reminded him of the days of soul searching until he finally had accepted that not only was he not strange in his needs, but also that there were thousands of men who felt the same way.
“As if it was meant to be from the past. Man in charge of woman and then society forced us to believe otherwise.”
Seeing the twinkle in her eye gave him more than a smile. “You have been reading.”
“As my Sir asked me to do,” Jezebel cooed.
Rubbing the side of her cheek, Luke inhaled the sweet scent of her and sighed. “I’m glad. I’m a large man and I think for many men and women they fear the pain I might inflict which is why it’s so important for me to be consistent. I promise you I can and will be.” For some reason he needed to say the words to her, but he could easily tell she already understood.
“I know, which is one of the many reasons I trust you so completely. I really do. This isn’t some fairy tale I’ve just thought about. I know what I want.”
“I believe you. Without trust we wouldn’t be moving forward.”
Swallowing hard, Jezebel glanced over at the table. “I…I want to go ahead and…the contract? I mean…”
Placing his finger over her mouth, Luke shook his head. “Not yet. I have what I need.”
****
The club was packed as usual with people enjoying everything from dancing, drinking and simply people watching. Luke held her tightly in his arms, studying the way she commanded the room without moving. Demur in her actions, she took her place beside him as he’d anticipated and as she’d been taught. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind she was with him. As he sipped his drink, he watched the eyes of several men drinking in her beauty, the essence of the woman, his woman, and sighed. He could tell being in the same club as the incident with the blond man bothered her and this was certainly pushing the boundaries, but he had to know and she had to forgive herself. This was important for both of them. In order for them to even consider moving to another level and share either a man or woman in their bed, they both had to be completely comfortable, free to discuss worries. While he would decide, and Jezebel knew and accepted, he certainly wanted her to be able to enjoy. “Tell me, are you enjoying yourself, Jezebel?”
“Yes, sir. I enjoy being with you.” Nuzzling closer into his chest, Jezebel tilted her head back and smiled, her body trembling.
“But?”
Clucking her jaw, Jezebel shook her head.
Patting her on the ass, the tap was merely a reminder of her place. “Jezebel.”
“Um…” Turning slightly, she glanced into his eyes and sighed. “Why here? There are hundreds of other clubs.”
“You know why, don’t you?”
“Yes
, I do but…”
“But nothing. We are here because I brought us here and that’s final.” Luke knew his words sounded harsh. When she nodded he patted her ass again. “Better.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good,” he purred as he stroked her arm absently. He could feel her tension remaining and knew this was indeed the right decision, no matter the outcome. Inhaling deeply, Luke smiled. He loved the subtle and yet very exotic fragrance she always wore when she was with him. From the dresses she selected to the soft silks she wore to bed at night, she’d grown accustomed to his tastes and there was never a question of what he wanted. He’d never attempted to control certain aspects of her life. Luke didn’t want to break her spirit or corral her fire.
“Would you like to dance?”
“Not yet. I have a call to make for business. When I return we’ll do just that.” As he stepped away from her, he could see her questioning look, yet she nodded and moved against the bar. As he walked away he eyed the blond man hovering next to a table and nodded. He’d tested her over the course of their months together from discussions to scenarios played out. He made no bones about the fact he hungered to have a third in their bed at times. He also knew her penchant for dominating men and the heated conversations about why another commanding presence simply wouldn’t be beneficial had been the single sore point remaining. Jezebel insisted she understood why he wanted a submissive male. Given what had transpired, Luke simply needed his own level of reassurance. He needed to know she was prepared to belong.
There was no doubt she was prepared for him to test her tonight. After all, she could read his moods, his thoughts almost perfectly every time. He had a feeling she was thinking her final test was about sharing a bed tonight. In his mind, tonight was far too special to introduce another presence in their life, if even for one night. Chuckling, he moved into the shadows to wait and watch. The plain truth was he wanted to own her and enjoy every part of their new beginning together completely by himself. He was a man after all. And one who was very ready for more.
Moving into the shadows, Luke stood next to a wall and could see her scanning the room. She drew attention wherever she went and watching the way men lusted after her thrilled him. There was something so very powerful and all consuming about being a Dom and certainly he was well aware the majority of women would scoff at Jezebel’s decision, considering her actions thoroughly against what women had been trying to achieve for a full century, but few understood what she was agreeing to and what she craved.
There were so many things he wanted to share with her and show her. There were so many aspects that would change as they entered into this stage of their relationship but he knew the closeness would only grow stronger. When he’d finally accepted the fact he was a Dom, he had to really go inside his psyche to fully understand why and his personal journey had taken almost two years. Two years of reading and talking with other Doms, two years of hearing stories from other submissives and why the D/s lifestyle was the only relationship that had ever made them happy. Two years of accepting the fact he could control and discipline without harming. It had been a heady journey and one where he’d learned more about himself than he ever could have admitted before. And now Jezebel had agreed to become his. What an incredible moment.
As the blond approached her, Luke could see her surprise and curiosity at the same time. Of course the man had been hand picked to tempt her into another level of submission. Kevin was a good friend and one she’d never met and while Luke would consider something intimate between the three, not as anything permanent. After all, Kevin was far too dominating. Shaking his head, Luke folded his arms and waited. For some reason he was apprehensive.
After a few minutes of discussion between the two, Luke raised his eyebrow when Kevin passed a note into her hand. Not surprised she accepted, he could see her eyes flash even across the dimly lit room. Jezebel was intrigued. What would she do? When he watched her place the paper in her purse, he eased into the light and moved toward her. It took barely two seconds for her to see his approach.
Jezebel’s hand fluttered across her lips before she brushed a strand of hair from her face, her eyes never leaving his. When he drew closer she stood tall.
And he could see a nervous tick in the corner of her mouth. “Have you been a good girl?” Taking her hand, he instantly led her to the dance floor.
“Yes, sir.” Wrapping her arms around his neck, she swayed with the music as he held her, her lower lip quivering.
“Tell me, Jezebel, what do you anticipate will happen tonight?”
“Happen? I…well I’m not…” Her voice trailing off, she nibbled her bottom lip, her one nervous habit. “The contract?”
“Yes. What else?” As they danced, Luke studied her eyes and the look on her face. She was going through yet another round of emotions and with every passing phase it was like she was reliving her admission, her acceptance and her submission to him. She remained on edge being in the same club but eve that stage of apprehension was waning. When she tipped her head and forced them to stop moving, he knew what she was going to say but the words were much more powerful.
“I’m going to give you my life. Forever.”
Sighing, he pulled her into his chest and slid his hand down to the small of her back. They danced quietly together, enjoying the closeness until he grew too hungry to wait. “I think it’s time to go home.”
“Yes, sir.”
When they were back in her house, Luke was more than curious to see what she was going to do and say. Jezebel had remained quiet during the ride but he’d been able to read her thoughts easily. She was debating what, if anything, to tell him about her chance meeting with a stranger. For most people, the mere thought would be nothing, a passing interest. But to him this was something he had to know about her. Her flirtations in the past had bothered him, but he’d know her teasing side was a part of her and of course one that had drawn him to her months before. In the very same dark bar. As she continued to wrap her mind around the fact he’d taken her to the same bar on purpose, she stole fleeting looks in his direction, her face flushed.
The single night he knew she was thinking about remained a sore spot between them and one they hadn’t talked about since the ugly occasion. On the few occasions he’d disciplined her, she’d accepted without question, lowering her body over his knees, but the punishment had never been harsh. On the night in the bar, the situation erupted, involving too many flirtations and heavy inebriation. While he’d put her to bed without saying a word, their discussion the next day had proven to be enlightening for both of them. The day had been the second time she’d actually asked to be punished and seeing the anguish on her face on that day had truly driven him further into his commitment of becoming the Dom she not only wanted but also needed. Yes, he’d been hurt and hadn’t been able to admit to her how much, but she knew and had been almost destroyed because of her behavior. And after that everything with regards to their relationship had changed. It was time to put the event to rest.
Jezebel stood quietly next to the dining room table, her finger absently rubbing back and forth across the seam of her mouth.
“What’s wrong, Jezebel?”
Darting her eyes toward him, she was visibly trembling. She opened and closed her mouth before turning away.
“What is it? You can tell me anything. In truth, you need to tell me always what’s troubling you in order for me to be able to help and advise. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” Jezebel’s voice was barely audible.
He waited as she clenched her fist. “Don’t you trust me, Jezebel?”
“Yes, sir!” Jerking her head up, her eyes remained wide open. “Of course I do with everything I have inside of me. The apprehension you’re sensing isn’t about you or about my decision.”
“Then what?”
“Sir, I know you took me to the bar on purpose. I don’t blame you of course. I was stupid that night months ago. Coming onto that guy
wasn’t my finest hour,” Jezebel groaned. “I realize this speaks to sharing and…”
Interrupting her, Luke shook his head. “No, you were human. We all make mistakes.”
“But I disparaged you.”
Sighing, Luke rubbed his eyes. “No, you didn’t. Granted, I wasn’t happy but things happen and you’re a beautiful woman.”
Giving him a quick smile, Jezebel fiddled with the bodice of her dress. “You know, after that night I was mortified about what I’d done. Of course you knew I flirted and you had even encouraged but to go to that extreme was just wretched. I don’t even know why it happened.”
“Because we’d been talking about what kind of man or woman we’d allow into our bed, our lives. You saw a man you wanted who paid attention to you. That’s all that happened.”
“But what if I…we…”
“But it didn’t.” He watched her processing the information and resisted going to her. She had to forgive herself.
Nodding, Jezebel smiled. “Okay.”
“No, that’s not all. What is it? What are you so worried about?” He could see her stealing glances at her purse. For some reason Luke knew this was a last of her independent streak. She simply enjoyed flirting.
“I…” Groaning, she walked closer and then stopped short. “I’ll be right back, sir.”
He studied her stilted movements as she walked out of the room, her head down. Interesting. When she came back into the room, he tried to mask his growing smile as the brush in her hand told him everything he needed to know. How simple a gesture and one he would not soon forget. “Jezebel?”
Groaning, she moved closer and laid the brush on the table before reaching inside her purse. Pulling out the folded note, she started to open it and then shook her a head. “You have to see this. A man approached me in the bar and gave me his number.”
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