by Brie Paisley
I frown, hearing the tone of her voice change, and for a moment, I worry she’s still hung up on him. The last thing I want is to be her rebound, or someone she thinks that needs to fix her.
However, I’m shocked, when she utters, “He stopped pushing my limits, and our relationship became too … normal for a lack of a better word.” She sucks in a deep breath, as she adds, “For a while, I thought that maybe something was wrong with me, because the things I asked him for he should’ve already been giving them to me. I’ve learned recently that a good Dom doesn't need to be asked to please or push his sub. Honestly, he should just know.”
It takes me a few moments to wrap my mind around what she’s saying, because she’s right. It’s a Dom’s place to know exactly when to push limits or when enough is enough. Sadly, this is the reason why my confidence has been lacking. I should’ve seen what my previous sub was doing, but instead, she played me good.
Deciding not to dwell on it, I say, “You’re right, and it’s a shame he held you back for so long.”
She drops her gaze, and for a moment, I worry I’ve done something to offend her, but then, she looks up, locking gazes with me, and then says, “Thank you for that. I’ve had a hard time lately finding a Dom, so it means a lot that you’re so understanding.”
Pride instantly flows through me, knowing that I’ve been helping her in more ways that I thought. “It’s my pleasure,” I state with a grin.
In this moment, time seems to completely stop, as we stare at each other. Even if we’re in a crowded place, all I see is her. I’ve never met anyone like Kendra, and the longer I hold her gaze, the more I sense she has something more she wants to say.
“You know, it’s sort of crazy how we met,” she claims instead, and I frown, as I get the feeling that’s not what she wanted to say.
“How so?” I ask, because she’s definitely peaked my interest.
“Well,” she starts, and then her gaze drops, as her cheeks turn that bright shade of red that I’m coming to love. “If it hadn’t been for me being unable to find a Dom, I wouldn’t have been working so much, which is how I ended up dancing for you.”
While I understand what she means, I can’t help the rush of irritation that flows through me, when she mentions her job. That place isn’t suitable for her, but it’s not my place to voice my opinions about her line of work. Clenching my jaw, I force the intense sensation of claiming her down. It’s crazy that I have such a strong need to make her stop dancing just because we’ve been together a few times.
Reminding myself that she’s not mine, I try my hardest to keep my composure. However, the controlling part of me desperately wants to bend her over my knee and spank her, until she promises me that she’ll stop dancing. No matter how hard that I try to convince myself it’s a mistake to think these thoughts, nothing stops them from invading my mind.
The truth is I want her to be mine.
I want to own every piece of her in every way possible.
Chapter 6
Kendra
Keeping my gaze down, I get the feeling I’ve done something to upset Weston. The moment I mentioned my job, his mood instantly changed, but I’m unsure of the reason. As I get the courage to look up, I notice his jaw is clenching, and he refuses to glance at me. It’s like he’s avoiding me, and the longer I stare at him, the more confused I become.
Letting out a heavy sigh, I wish I had the nerve to ask him what’s wrong. I wish I could reach over and take his hand to get his attention. However, since he’s not my Dom, I don’t have the right to do so, and even if I did, it could do more damage than good. Resisting the urge to touch him, I give him a moment, thinking that maybe something more is going on, and he doesn’t want to share it with me. Honestly, that would make sense, because we barely know each other.
I’m not sure how long we sit in silence, before he finally comes out of whatever is going on. As he checks his watch, my stomach drops, wondering if this is it. Will this be the final time we see each other? My chest begins to hurt just thinking that, and I know I have to do something soon, before I miss out on my chance.
Right as I open my mouth to ask him what I intend, he claims, “We should go. I have an early flight in the morning.”
My shoulders sag, and I try not to show how disappointed I am to hear that. Sucking in a deep breath, he stands, and then holds out his hand. I instantly take it, because I have such an overwhelming need to touch him. Maybe, it’s because this might be the last time I see him, or maybe, it’s because I want every single moment that I can with him.
As he leads me out of the restaurant, my heart begins to pound rapidly the closer we get to his car. Once we reach it, he reaches to open the door, and without thinking, I blurt, “Have I done something wrong?”
His gaze snaps to mine, and he frowns, as he steps closer. “No, why would you think that?”
Dropping my eyes at his intense gaze, I utter, “Your entire mood shifted without warning.”
Feeling his hand caressing my cheek, I look up, and I have to part my lips to take in a breath. God, he’s so beautiful, and when he stares at me with his brown eyes, it makes me feel like I’m the only woman in the world that he wants.
“I’m sorry, Kendra. It wasn’t my intention to make you feel that way.” Swallowing hard, he leans in close, and then uses his thumb to touch my bottom lip, as he whispers, “Forgive me.”
The rush of lust and need flow through my veins and all throughout my entire body. With just two words, I want to drop to my knees for him, and beg him to do whatever he wants to me. I’m not sure how he does it, or if it’s because I’m so attracted to him, but I have a feeling he’s always going to affect me like this.
In a daze, I nod once, and the moment that I do, he grins widely. My stomach clenches, seeing how stunning he is, when he smiles, and I hope to see it more. As soon as that thought crosses my mind, I remember that tonight could be it for us.
As he drops his hand, I swallow down the lump forming in my throat, and then ask, “Sir, would it please you to be my Dom?”
The instant the words leave my mouth, I hold still, as I wait for his response. For a moment, he only stares back at me, but I do notice his eyes softening. Just as I think he’s going to reject my offer, he suddenly reaches forward, and then grabs me on the back of my neck. The motion makes me step closer, and as I rest my hands on his chest, I instantly drop my gaze.
His grip on the back of my neck isn’t hard, but it’s to let me know that he’s in charge. There’s no doubt in my mind that he is, and my entire body loves this part of him. Trying to keep my breathing under control, I lick my lips, hoping he’s about to give me an answer. After a few more moments of silence, his finger touches my chin, making me tilt my head up. Gazing into his brown eyes, hope flutters in my stomach, as my heart pounds in my chest.
Feeling his grip on my neck tightening, I suck in a deep breath, as he states, “Nothing would please me more, kitten.”
The breath that I was holding rushes out, and a deep sense of relief, flows throughout me. Unable to hold back my grin, I let it show, and I’m rewarded by his as well. “Is this what you wanted to ask me earlier?” He asks, and I feel my entire face heating up.
I did want to ask him, but at the last moment, I chickened out. “Yes.” I confess, and then quickly add, “I lost my nerve.”
He caresses my cheek tenderly and lovingly, as he asks, “Why’s that, kitten?”
“You’re kind of intimidating,” I state with a laugh.
To my surprise, he lets out a chuckle, and I gaze up at him in amazement. Who knew a simple sound could be so alluring and make me want him even more than I already do. As if he can sense my sudden mood change, he leans in close, hovering inches away from my lips, as he claims, “Let’s go to your place.”
Lust and desire filled with need and want are suddenly the only things that I can think about, so I only nod, and then in a trance, I get inside of the car. The entire way to my place, I’m s
till in that same daze, wondering what else he’ll have in store for me.
Opening the door to my apartment, I invite Weston inside, and then politely ask him if he’d like anything to drink. My nerves are back at full force, so I need to do something to keep my mind off of them. Being with him at Club Temptation, is different than having him at my home, and again, I almost feel as if I’m out of place.
I haven’t had a man in my home, since I moved into this apartment, so it’s a bit strange for me. Not to mention, this is my safe haven, and the one place I know that I can be myself without judgement from anyone else.
Watching Weston, as he looks around my place, I wonder what’s going through his mind. I wish I knew him better, so that I had a hint, but then again, it’s kind of thrilling not knowing. As his gaze lands on mine, I swallow hard, seeing the hunger laced in his eyes. My stomach clenches with want, and when he turns and then begins to walk towards me, I remind myself to stay still.
Once he reaches me, I drop my eyes, sensing where his mood is at. It’s a little off putting, since we’re at my home, instead of the club, but feeling his dominance radiating off of him, tells me everything that I need to know.
He’s in full dominant mode, and I’m more than willing to be his perfect submissive.
Clasping my hands together in front of me, I watch his feet, as they begin to move. Feeling his gaze on my body, I hold still, waiting for what’s to come.
I know it’s worth every single minute, and once he has his way with me, I’ll want more and more. The only question is, how long will this last between us?
Chapter 7
Weston
Two weeks later
Waiting outside of Kendra’s apartment, I hope she likes the surprise I have for her. It’s been a week, since I’ve been able to get away from work to come visit, and every day that I’m not with her, I become more obsessed with seeing her.
She’s already becoming a permanent part of me, even though we’ve only been official for a few weeks.
However, the moment she opens the door and her blue eyes lock with mine, I know I made the right choice, and that my need to be around her at every chance is valid. It’s so clear that she's happy to see me, and even more so, as she grins widely, and then wraps her arms around my neck.
Holding her close, I use one hand to run it down her blonde locks, and then the other tightens around her waist. God, I’ve missed her, and even thinking that sounds strange. I never thought I would develop such intense feelings for her so quickly, but now that I have, I consider her all mine.
As she pulls away, I brush her hair out of her face, as she asks, “What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t coming, until tomorrow.”
“I couldn’t stay away any longer,” I confess, and then, I smirk, seeing her cheeks turn a bright shade of red.
Once she invites me inside, I watch her closely, because I feel like she needs to say something. As she begins to fidget, I take her by the hand, and then state, “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“It’s nothing,” she starts, but I know there’s more. Kendra is like an open book, so her concerns or troubles are always written on her face.
“Kitten,” I warn, and it finally does the trick.
“I have to work tonight,” she utters, as her gaze quickly darts away from mine, as does her hand.
Pushing out a breath, I try not to let it show how much I don’t like it. I hate that she’s still dancing and taking her clothes off for others to see, but more importantly, I hate she’s so unprotected there.
However, I still don’t feel as if it’s my place to tell her this, so instead, I claim, “Call in sick. No harm, no foul.”
Her eyes snap to mine, and shock is written all over her face. “I can’t do that.”
“Why not?” I ask, genuinely curious.
“Because it’s my job, Weston.”
Taking a deep breath, I clench my jaw, wishing I were the type of man to just order her to quit and never go back. But then, I remember how my last sub claimed I was too demanding and controlling.
I haven’t been myself, since she uttered those words.
Hearing how badly I failed her, is like a slap in the face, and that’s not the kind of Dom I want to be. So, I hold my tongue, and actually think about what I want to be for Kendra. I don’t want to control her and her everyday life, and I’m certain she doesn’t want that either.
Finally, I regain my self-control, and then I state, “Okay, we’ll just stay here, until it’s time for you to go in.”
“Really?” She asks, and the tone of her voice makes me think she doesn’t believe me.
Grabbing her hand once more, I pull her to me, and then, I tenderly caress her cheek. Holding her gaze, I stress, “Yes, Kendra. I’m perfectly fine being around you, and as much as I hate that you have to work tonight, there’s always tomorrow.”
As her eyes drop to my lips, I swallow hard, realizing how difficult it’s getting to hold back from kissing her. A part of me wants to take her mouth and claim it with the rest of her, but the other part, is still whispering for me to be careful. There are a lot of things people won’t or can’t do in relationships, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to kiss her just yet.
I know she wants me to by the look in her hungry eyes, but I’m not ready. Kissing is a very intimate moment, and as much as I wish I could give her what she needs, I’m still not prepared to give in.
Dropping my hand, I step back, needing some space. It never seems to fail that when I’m with Kendra, everything is solely focused on her. At times, it’s not so much as a bad thing, but then, there’s moments like this, when I get so lost in her, that I almost do something that I know I’m not prepared for.
Seeing the disappointment in her gaze, I hate that I’m hurting her. Unfortunately, it’s unavoidable at this point, so I’ll just have to make it up to her in a different way. “How about you show me around Seattle today.” She knows I only visit because of her, so I don’t get to explore the city much.
Thankfully, my distraction works, and I sigh in relief, seeing her smile returning. “Okay, then. Let’s go.”
Chapter 8
Kendra
Spending the weekends with Weston, always makes the days he’s not here a little easier to bear. As much as I hate when he has to go, he’s quick to remind me that we’ll talk later, and that he’ll be back the following weekend. I never thought having a long distance relationship would be in the cards for me, and at times, I wish things were different.
“Don’t worry, kitten,” he softly utters, as he runs a hand through my hair. “I’ll be back soon.”
Holding back my distaste, I simply nod, wanting to ask him to stay. However, I know that’s not possible. He has a job and a life back in Tennessee, and it would be selfish to ask him to stay. It does help to know he doesn’t like this either, or the fact that we’re so far away from each other.
“I’ll call, when I land,” he claims, and then leaves a kiss on my forehead.
Watching him go, I let out a heavy sigh, wishing the weekends were much longer.
Arriving back at my apartment, I walk inside, and immediately, let out a sigh. Being here without Weston, seems strange, because I’ve gotten used to him being here so much. My place seems empty, and I get the urge to call him just to hear his voice.
How is it possible to care about someone so much so quickly?
The more I’m around him, and the more I get to know him, I’m beginning to realize that I’m falling hard for him. While I know it’s fast and sudden, I can’t seem to stop my feelings from growing each time we’re together.
When he’s here with me, I feel alive and free, and I haven’t felt that way in such a long time. Weston brings excitement and a sense of intense pleasure into my life, and I’m not sure if I can keep handling this huge distance between us. Not only the physical one, but the emotional one as well. He’s yet to kiss me, and I’m starting to think it’s more to do with him than ju
st me.
Either way, I have to remain patient with him, and with our long distance relationship.
I’ve just never been the one to wait around for something good to happen, especially if I’m ready for more. The thing is, I’m worried that if I ask him for more, he’ll do what my last Dom did, and he’ll end up letting me down in the end.
Sitting down on the couch, I grab the remote, and then start mindlessly flipping through the channels. Honestly, I’m not in the mood to watch anything, since I have so much on my mind. I wish I could talk to Weston about this, but seeing as he’s still on the plane, that won’t do.
Deciding to send him a text instead, I know he’ll answer me, once he’s safely landed. Grabbing my phone, I quickly send him a text, hoping I’m not putting myself out there, only to be hurt in the end.
Me: I miss you.
Two months later
“What are you wearing?”
Letting out a laugh, I shake my head, even though he can’t see me. “Why do you always ask me that?”
He chuckles, and I hold onto the phone tighter, hating how I’m not with him. “Because, I want to know what you’re wearing at all times.”
Glancing down, I raise my eyebrows, knowing he wouldn’t be impressed by my current attire. “What are you wearing?” I counter, knowing he’ll pick up on my playful mood.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he states huskily, and I bite my lip, loving how sexy his voice is.
“I would, actually,” I confess. It’s been a long two weeks without him, and I would give anything to be able to see him in person.
