Rhett stood as Leah entered, his eyes widening at the delectable sight she made, standing there trembling like a virgin sacrifice, which he thought was a good description for her. "That will be all, Edwin." He dismissed the servant his eyes on the angelic creature he hoped would soon be under his command.
He waited until his butler had shut the door, leaving the two of them alone, and then he crossed the room to take Leah's hand in his own.
Leah's eyes raked over Rhett as he approached and took her hand. She swallowed convulsively as her gaze roamed over his wide chest and strong arms, which were encased in a white dress shirt. He wore dark gray slacks and looked as if he'd just taken his tie off following a business meeting. She couldn't help thinking he looked even more handsome than he had the night before.
When her eyes finally met his she blushed deeply as she felt herself drawn into the dark blue depths, which contained an element of humor, as if he found something funny.
The feel of his large hands swallowing her smaller ones felt strangely comforting, and her trembling subsided slightly.
"I'm glad you decided to meet with me tonight, Leah." Rhett smiled as he ran his thumb over the soft silkiness of her hand. He felt the minor tremors that were running through her and smiled, trying to put at ease. The look of fear and uncertainty in her hazel eyes excited him and had him aching to walk her straight down to his dungeon, but he knew he needed to calm her down just then.
"T-thank y-you," she whispered, not sure what she was supposed to say to him, her throat felt so parched she was surprised she could say anything at all.
He smiled at her nervousness and led her over to the small leather couch, pulling her down to sit with him once they got there. He kept hold of her hand the whole time, fearing that if he let go she would turn and bolt. "Did you and Janie find time to talk about things today?"
Flushing so deeply she was sure it would be visible through her makeup Leah nodded. She was totally out of her element and knew it; she imagined he could hear her heart, so loud did it seem to be beating in her chest. Doing her best not to fidget she fought the urge to get up and pace, or run.
"Do you remember what I told you last night, Leah? I need you to speak to me, and to look at me when you do so." His voice was a step short of the commanding tone he would normally have used with a submissive, Leah had yet to agree to such a position and he realized he needed to moderate himself until she did so to avoid scaring her off.
Leah lifted her eyes to his. "D-do you think I c-could get a glass of w-water?" she asked, thinking that if she wanted to actually talk to him she needed to do something about her dry mouth, which was getting worse by the second.
He chuckled softly at her request, let go of her hands, and stood. "I think I might be able to manage that. Wait here and I'll be right back." He considered summoning a servant to fetch the water, but knew instinctively that Leah needed some time to get herself under control so he left her alone, making his way down to the kitchen.
Filling a glass with ice he pulled a bottle of water from the refrigerator. He thought about offering her something stronger, since it was apparent she needed it, but he wanted her clear-headed when they began their discussion. He made it a policy not to mix alcohol with business, whether it was business business or personal business, doing so invariably led to bad decisions, and he didn't want Leah to regret anything she might agree to.
As he walked back upstairs to his study with the glass and bottle of water he found himself uncertain how to start the discussion that was to take place; he hadn't experienced such uncertainty before and found himself wondering at the cause of it.
When Rhett had left the room Leah stood and began pacing the study, trying to calm her nerves. She told herself that it was just a meeting, and she shouldn't freak out, part of her degree course had involved mock meetings to get her used to such experiences, but part of her wondered if he was going to want to have sex with her when the meeting was over and she worried about that. She wasn't sure she was ready for that, even though she knew sex was a large part of what she was there for.
In opposition to the thought that he would want to have sex with her when the meeting was over was the thought that he wouldn't. Leah wasn't sure which possibility was worse.
She had no idea what was going to happen, either during the meeting or after it, and not knowing was making her a nervous wreck.
"Are you going to touch me tonight?" Leah blurted the question the moment Rhett re-entered the study, her hand flew to her mouth the instant the words were out, shocked that she had voiced what was on her mind.
He chuckled deeply and held out the glass, which he filled from the bottle when she took it from him. "I'm glad you found your voice, Sweetheart." He smiled as she took the drink and took a long sip. "Why don't we sit and talk about it." He had expected to have to coax her into opening up; it made things much easier having her blurt out such a question.
Leah took another sip of water, surprised that she was able to hold the glass without dropping it, her hands were shaking that badly. Although she was embarrassed at having blurted the question, now it was out in the open she felt less nervous. "Sorry," she whispered as she returned to the couch and sat again.
He joined her, resting his long arm on the back of the couch behind her. "Don't be sorry. Tonight I want you to be completely open with me, I want you to ask and say anything that comes into your mind. This is why we're here, to discuss things and to negotiate." He was pleased to see that she kept her eyes on him as he spoke and didn't try to look away. "To answer your question, no, I am not going to touch you tonight, unless you ask me to that is."
Leah's eyes widened at his words, she hadn't expected him to give her a choice. "I'm confused." She felt a little more confident and it showed in her voice, which didn't waver as it had when she asked him about being touched.
"What are you confused about?" Rhett smiled indulgently, happy to let her lead the conversation for the time being.
"I thought you would be in control of what we did." She took another quick sip of water, feeling her tongue loosen and her confidence rise as the water moistened her mouth.
"If you accept my terms tonight then yes, I will be in control; I will control you completely." His tone deepened, while he wanted her to be comfortable, he didn't want to give her false impressions about who would be in charge.
The change of inflection his voice made her hands tremble and she almost dropped the glass. He took it from her with a smile of reassurance and she felt her heart skip a beat before picking up pace until it was pounding in her chest like a bass drum. She was surprised he didn't seem to hear it.
Lowering her eyes she tried to hide the longing he inspired in her.
"Look at me, Leah." His voice was demanding and his long fingers went to her chin, raising her face up until her eyes met his again. "I need to be able to see your face to know what you're feeling, it's very important that you understand this."
Not letting go of her chin, or taking his eyes from her, Rhett took the glass from her and set it down on the table beside him. "We need to talk about what you hope to get out of this. Tell me what it is you truly want." The desire he could see in her gaze pleased him and he moved his fingers from under her to chin to stroke them softly across her cheek.
The touch of his fingers sent shivers of desire through her, and for a moment she found herself unable to think, let alone speak. "I think I want you," she whispered finally, when she regained her voice, careful not to drop her gaze from his.
He chuckled softly at her admission. "You only think you want me?" he asked as her cheeks reddened. He felt a longing to lean over and kiss her but forced himself to resist, it wasn't the time for that.
"Th-that's not what I meant, I mean yes I want…" Her face burned crimson and she grew flustered, not sure how to explain to him what it was she had meant.
"I'm glad you want me, Leah, I want you as well, but we are here to figure out what you are willing to allo
w me to do to you."
Her eyes widened slightly and she stuttered, "Wh-what do you w-want to do to m-me?" she asked, feeling a little overwhelmed again.
"Sweetheart, the things I want to do to you would probably send you running for the door. But I can be a patient man, when I choose to be." He smiled, enjoying the way her eyes widened even more. "I need to know what things you aren't willing to try."
"I honestly don't know," she told him, embarrassed to admit that she didn't know enough about sex to be able to tell him what she wasn't willing to try.
"You have no idea how enticing it is to think about you letting me do whatever I want to you, but you have me in a quandary here. I have to admit that this is uncharted territory for me; I've never taken a virgin before, and I've certainly never introduced one to this lifestyle." The thought was beyond exciting for him, but it also worried him.
"So you don't want me?" Despite his stricture against doing so she lowered her eyes, not wanting him to see her cry; her disappointment had her on the verge of tears and she wasn't sure she was going to be able to hold them back.
"Sweetheart, you have no idea how much I want you." He chuckled as her eyes filled with hope. "The trouble is, I don't know how to do this without crossing boundaries you might not know you have." Rising to his feet he looked down on her contemplatively.
Leah looked up at him, wishing she had some wise words to offer him; she couldn't begin to imagine what she could say however. As he paced the room, lost in thought, and seemingly unaware of her continued presence, she took the opportunity to really look at him.
It was apparent he was a fitness nut; even dressed in his business suit she could tell there wasn't an ounce of fat on him. When he turned away from her she was gifted with a view of his ass and she blushed at the thought that crossed her mind. She was shocked to find herself thinking that his ass was to die for, she didn’t normally think like that.
The golden tint of his skin, which contrasted with the brilliant white of his shirt, told her he enjoyed being outdoors. After that her eyes moved up to his face; his profile was one a sculpture would love, his features a strong example of masculine beauty. Everything about him called to her on a level that left her aching.
After several minutes Rhett stopped his pacing and turned to face Leah, his cock twitched at the look of innocent desire on her face. "Okay, this is how this is going to work if you decide to go through with this." He was having a hard time concentrating as her heated gaze roamed over him in fascination. "Since you don't yet know what you enjoy, and we'll be starting from ground zero, so to speak, I am going to suggest we don't impose any limits to begin with. Instead we will establish safe words for you to use until we discover where your comfort zone is."
Leah nodded, and immediately felt a wave of fear wash over her as a dark look filled his deep blue eyes.
"Words, Leah, I need you to speak to me. The first thing you need to understand is that if you don't listen when I tell you to do something, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"
She nodded again, but then quickly spoke, "I understand." Despite her words she wasn't actually sure what he meant by consequences. "Okay, I don't really understand," she admitted, feeling like a complete idiot.
Sitting on the couch next to her, Rhett directed a stern look at Leah. "What I mean is, if you don't do as I say, I am going to punish you so you will remember not to make the same mistake again."
Leah bit her lip hard as she thought about what he was saying. "H-how would you punish me." She only stuttered a little, and was proud of herself for that, the look in his eyes was so intense she was surprised she could say anything at all.
His fingers lifted to her lips. "It would be a shame to damage such beautiful lips, stop biting them." He smiled as she obeyed his command without hesitation. "Since you have never been punished before I would probably take you over my knee and spank you, unless the offense was so great that I felt it warranted a stronger punishment."
"Oh!" Leah forced herself not to bite her lip, which wasn't easy since it was a habit she had had since childhood. "What would be a stronger punishment?" She wasn't sure she truly wanted to find out, but she remembered hearing in one of her classes that knowledge was power.
"I'll have to introduce you to all my toys, but depending on the offense it might be necessary to resort to a paddling, or perhaps a caning.
"I'm sure you will work hard to ensure such measures don't become necessary though," he said when her saw her eyes widen in fear.
Leah quickly nodded in agreement; being paddled or caned didn't sound like something she would enjoy. "What would be a reason for a stronger punishment?" She realized that if she was going to go through with things she needed to know what was likely to prompt a punishment.
"Doing anything to hurt yourself would be a big reason for a stronger punishment. That includes not taking care of your needs, or withholding how you feel about something we are doing that makes you uncomfortable just to make me happy.
"Of course, refusing to do something I've asked or told you to do without implementing the agreed upon safe word would be another reason."
Without thinking what she was doing Leah bit her lip, the moment she realized she stopped, remembering that he didn't want her doing that. "Janie mentioned safe words, but didn't tell me what they are." She didn't want to talk about the punishment aspect of things just then; it scared her to think of the big man next to her taking a paddle or cane to her small body.
"We'll get back to the punishment aspect later; right now I think I should explain about safe words. A safe word is a word you can use to slow down or stop anything we are doing. It is your way of stopping something that is overwhelming you to the point where you can't handle it.
"I expect you to be willing to try things, but if you get to the point where you're ready to run from the room then you can use the agreed upon safe word and things will stop." Rhett paused for a moment to let what he had said sink in, and then he continued. "You can slow things down if things are moving too fast by saying the word yellow, and if you honestly can't handle what we're doing then you can use the word red. The moment you use that we will stop everything and talk about it."
The knowledge that she had the control to stop things at any time gave Leah a huge sense of relief, though it also confused her. "I thought you said if I decide to walk away from anything during the ten nights everything would end."
He was impressed with how well she remembered the previous night, given her nervousness, both then and now, he wouldn't have been surprised if it was all a bit of a blur. "I had to do some rethinking about my usual rules; given your lack of experience with my world I don't think it is fair to expect you to do things that a more experienced submissive wouldn't have a problem with.
"Understand this though, if I don't feel you are really trying to submit to me I will end this immediately. So be sure to use your safe words with care."
Sitting back on the couch Leah attempted to take in everything he had said. "So what you're saying is you expect me to let you do things to me that I may not like at first, and I should get the feel for them before I tell you to stop."
He shook his head, chuckling at her definition. "You amaze me sweet girl, but the best way I can describe this to you is that there are things your body will enjoy, but if you think too much about them your mind will try and stop it; either out of fear, or some feeling that it is wrong.
"Most of what we do in the dungeon won't be centered around extreme pain, so you needn't worry about that. Some pain heightens the senses however and can push your body into new ways of experiencing pleasure. A strong stimulus can make you feel things in a deeper way.
"I will say this, after a while it can take deeper forms of stimulus to gain the same sensations."
"Last night, the people I saw, they seemed to really enjoy the things they were doing."
"If they didn't enjoy it, you can be sure they would have given up this lifestyle. That said
, there will be times when I push you to the very edge of your pain tolerance, just to see what you can deal with." He could see the confusion in her eyes at his words. "There is a fine line between what people construe as pleasure and pain, Leah. It's different for every submissive, and it is something you have to gradually work up to and build a tolerance for." He had been in the lifestyle for almost twenty years and still found it hard to explain everything to someone new, some things just had to be felt to be understood.
Glancing down at his watch Rhett saw that they had been talking for nearly an hour already. "Isn't there someone you need to call?" he asked of her, smiling at the look of puzzlement that crossed her face.
"Thank you, I almost forgot," Leah said when she remembered her promise to her friend. Reaching into her purse, Leach pulled out her phone and hit the speed dial button for Janie.
"Meet me in the hall when you've finished your conversation." Rhett stood and crossed to the door so he could leave the study and give her some privacy.
Janie's voice was worried as she answered the phone and Leah quickly reassured her that everything was fine. They spoke for a short while as Leah filled her friend in on how things were going, and put her mind at ease by telling her she felt perfectly safe. After being told to call again in two hours, or sooner if she was ready to go home, Leah ended the call.
"How did you know about the phone call?" Leah asked as she joined Rhett in the hall, a smile on her face.
"I would have been surprised if Janie hadn't told you to have a safety net in place. Anytime you meet with a new dominant you need to have something set up." The thought of her playing with someone else didn't sit well with him for some reason and he pushed it from his mind just then, not wanting to dwell on it.
Holding out his hand to her Rhett took hers and led her downstairs to the dungeon. When they reached the bottom of the stairs he turned to face her. "If you decide this is what you want then I expect you to address me as Sir, or Master, at all times. You don't need to call me that on this occasion, I want you to feel completely comfortable with me tonight, but you need to understand everything I will expect of you. Is that understood?"
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