i welcomed the invasion. What we were doing was on the verge of illicit, but i hadn’t a care in the world.
Rick slowly pulled away from my lips. “Hi, micah,” He whispered, nibbling my top lip. His hardened frame felt wonderful against me. “I’ve been thinking about you since I left the museum.”
He had obliterated my personal space. i didn’t mind, not one bit, especially since He smelled so damn good, like the outdoors. His scent evoked memories of apple-picking, pumpkin farms, and hiking. i loved it. It made me feel safe. i leaned into Him further, inhaling deeply.
“Hi, Sir,” i replied, barely able to catch my breath.
Before i could get another word out, His tongue once again probed my mouth. We stood inside the elevator kissing for what felt like an eternity before Rick finally released me and pushed the button for the twenty-fifth floor.
He rested His back against the elevator panel and pulled a handkerchief from His back pocket. Wiping His mouth, He rid Himself of my lipstick. “I apologize if I was a bit aggressive, micah. I was just anxious to see you.”
i licked my lips, suddenly so very thirsty under Rick’s heavy stare. i cleared my throat. “There’s nothing wrong with that, Sir. It feels good to be wanted.”
“micah, you have no idea how badly I want you.”
i wasn’t certain how to respond, so i remained quiet.
Rick released a slight chuckle before placing the handkerchief back into His pocket.
“Do I make you uncomfortable, micah? I get the impression that I do. When I express My desires, you do this thing where you withdraw and head into your own world. Might I ask what that’s about?”
Was He really trying to get into my head right now, when there was so much less risk involved with getting into my pants?
“i . . . uh . . . i think sometimes i’m just a little overwhelmed.”
“Hmm, I don’t want you to feel overwhelmed. If you ever need a moment, it’s important that you communicate that to Me.”
“Yes, Sir, i understand.”
The elevator stopped on His floor and the doors parted. Rick waited for me to exit first before walking ahead of me down the hallway. He paused, opening the door to His apartment, gesturing for me to enter.
“You left Your door unlocked, Sir?” i asked, turning to give Him a quizzical look as i stepped across the threshold.
Clearly, He was amused by my concern. “I live in a secure building, sweetheart. A quick trip downstairs to fetch you isn’t cause for concern. I get that it’s New York City, but I think we’re safe here. The annual fees I pay on this place say the safety of the tenants is a top priority,” He said while locking the door.
“Oh. i guess i’m just overly cautious.”
“And that isn’t a bad thing. I’d rather you were overly cautious than not.” His voice trailed down the corridor as He made His way toward the bedroom with my bag in tow.
i stood near the door, holding my purse and waiting for His return.
“Make yourself at home, micah. Head to the kitchen, I’ll be right there to make you something to eat. I’m sure you’re famished,” He yelled from the bedroom.
He was right: i was hungry. i hadn’t eaten much since the lunch He provided for me earlier in the day.
i removed my jacket and dropped it, along with my purse, on the couch before heading to the kitchen. Sitting on the granite countertop were a variety of takeout containers and a bottle of Merlot. i leaned against the counter, reading the label on the evening’s wine selection.
Rick entered the kitchen and removed two plates from the cabinet. i excused myself to wash my hands, returning moments later to see Him withdrawing utensils from the drawers.
“I hope you like Thai. It’s mostly vegetable combinations and rice noodles with different sauces. There’s also a side of brown rice. I didn’t think you’d want anything too heavy this late in the evening.”
“Thank You, Sir. I love Thai. And veggies with noodles is fine.”
He began filling both our plates while i went to take seat at the kitchen table.
“Wait a moment, micah,” He said before pulling the chair away from the table and waiting for me to sit down. Such a Gentleman.
“Thank You,” i replied just before He pushed my seat closer to table.
He smiled before returning to the counter to uncork the wine. Rick brought our food to the table and poured us both glasses of wine before finally settling into the seat across from me.
i dove into the curried mixture as if it were my last meal. i hadn’t realized how hungry i was until that moment.
He chuckled at how quickly i ate my portion. “Guess you were hungry, huh?”
“i’m sorry, i don’t usually pig out like that,” i replied before taking a few sips of wine.
“It’s fine. you’ve had a long day. Would you like more? There’s plenty.”
“No, thank You, Sir. This was good enough. i’ll just finish my wine.”
i sat watching Him eat until He finally broke the silence. “Did you happen to follow-up with your gynecologist today, micah?”
“Yes, Sir, i did. No appointment necessary. She was able to call in a new prescription to my local pharmacy, but i won’t be able to take the pills until next week, since my cycle begins later this week.”
“Good to know. What day do you expect it to start?”
“Around Wednesday, the twenty-fourth, Sir.”
“I’m keeping a mental note. And does your cycle usually last five days?” He inquired.
“Yes, Sir, it does.”
It was a good thing i’d already finished eating. The way i grew up, we didn’t talk about private functions at the dinner table. my brother and i were removed from family meals for dirty jokes and whatnot more times than either of us could count.
“I want you to know I take your hard limits very seriously, micah, so there will be no play or anything of a sexual nature while you’re menstruating. I want you to be comfortable when we’re together.”
Boy, was i thankful for that. During my period all i wanted to do was pull up my granny panties, then curl up into fetal position while eating chocolate and watching horrible B-movies on Netflix. So incredibly unsexy.
“Thank You, Sir, i appreciate that.”
i sipped my wine, silently watching Rick eat. i was content in the silence. Once He was done, He stood to clear the plates from the table.
“If you’re finished with your wine, micah, please go relax for a bit. If you want to shower, I’ve placed your bag in the master bath. I’ll join you in the bedroom shortly.”
i took one last sip of my wine and stood from the table. “Yes, Sir.”
her Master
she looked tired, but that didn’t take away from her beauty.
It was late. I imagine micah was exhausted since she hadn’t slept much the previous night and then was up early. micah could have messy hair and bags under her eyes, but I would still find her attractive.
Planning for the museum exhibition’s opening night had to be draining her, and as much as I didn’t want to keep her up late, this would be the last bit of quality time I would get to spend with her for a few days.
I needed to figure out how to best integrate micah into My life. With My work schedule being so jam-packed, it had always been difficult to maintain a steady relationship. Since samantha, there hadn’t been a woman in My life whom I wanted to spend a significant amount of time with. Now I needed to rethink My schedule if micah and I were going to make it.
Shit, just to have lunch with Josh was a feat. With micah, interactions a few times a week could break us, especially in the beginning stages. A D/s relationship required time to build, and if You weren’t present enough for Your submissive, why bother? It would be unfair to both parties involved.
I put the leftover takeout in the fridge and straightened up the kitchen before heading to the bedroom. I heard the shower running and went to work on spoiling My pretty girl.
Once I had
stripped down to My boxer briefs, I gathered a bunch of candles from the hall closet and strategically placed them around the bedroom. After the storm we endured a few weeks ago, I had stocked up on supplies at Home Depot; it’s always good to be prepared.
Tonight, the candles would aid in complete relaxation.
Before lighting the candles, I turned on the sound system. Sade crooned about a special someone in her life overtaking her like a quiet storm.
How right she was.
I was trying hard to win micah’s heart. she trusted Me enough to come to My home, but as far as I knew, her heart wasn’t in the equation. Never in My life had I wanted anyone so badly, and it was a battle to rein in My lust.
I didn’t exactly have a fully planned-out seduction; My intention was to let micah know how good I could be to her. How good I could be for her.
I returned to the hall closet to grab a few extra-large fluffy towels. Back in the bedroom, I turned the comforter down and spread the towels out across the bed. Once the lights were dimmed, I took My place in the armchair in the corner and waited.
A minute or two later, micah appeared in the doorway with a towel wrapped tightly around her body. The steam from the shower seeped into the bedroom, filling it with the essence of her. Seeing her in an aura of soft light and steam felt as if a vise had attached itself to My heart. she was mesmeric.
she jumped, apparently startled to see Me sitting in the armchair. her curly afro no longer framed her face; it was neatly tamed and held in place by some sort of headband. her face was also bare. Although micah didn’t wear much makeup, it was a treat to see her fresh-faced. she looked much younger than her thirty years.
“I’m sorry I startled you. Are you finished, micah?” I inquired as My fingertips grazed the armrest of the chair. I had to do something with My hands to stop Myself from touching her.
she dropped her gaze to the floor before responding, “Yes, Sir. May i get dressed?”
“No, micah, I don’t want you dressed. I’d like you to remove your towel and lay across the ones I’ve placed on the bed.”
she followed My instructions without hesitation, slowly removing the bath towel from around her body and placing it on the bed before climbing up and laying on her stomach.
While she got comfortable, I rose from the armchair and headed into the bathroom to find a basket that contained a variety of massage oils. I sifted through the basket, choosing the bottle of coconut and hibiscus oil. Sweet and tangy, just like micah. I brought the bottle back to the bedroom and stared at micah’s glorious nude form laying across My bed.
her ass was a goddamn masterpiece, so round and full. I never considered Myself to be an ass Man, but micah made Me rethink a lot of shit.
she gave Me liberties I was certain she hadn’t given many Men. We were only at the beginning of our relationship, but she had placed a great deal of trust in Me. micah was stepping outside of her comfort zone and probably trusted Me more than previous partners, and that made My heart swell. Considering we just met, that was a big fucking deal. I was honored by her gesture and wanted to show her that putting her faith in Me was a good decision.
With her eyes closed, she folded her arms under her chin and waited patiently for My next move.
I inched onto the bed. While straddling micah’s buttocks, I opened the bottle of oil and drizzled a modest amount down her spine. she flinched when the oil made contact with her skin. I don’t think she was anticipating a massage.
“I figured you needed to relax,” I said as My hands traveled over her shoulder blades and arms, rubbing the oil into her skin, the deep brown color glistening under My fingertips.
“Mmm. Thank you, Sir. This feels really good,” she replied with a low, throaty moan.
Fuck. Although My intentions were good, this was clearly going to be a test of will. I wanted nothing more than to turn her over and bury Myself deep inside her pussy. Being in her presence gave Me some next-level blue balls.
God, I wanted her, but she wasn’t someone I just wanted to fuck.
“Glad you’re enjoying yourself, sweetheart,” I managed to croak out, hoping she hadn’t noticed the increased pitch in My voice.
Thirty-seven years old and a woman I hadn’t even fucked yet was figuratively bringing Me to My knees. Isn’t it ironic how the tables can turn?
Thing is, many people have misconceptions about D/s and what it entails. Some misunderstood, thinking it meant having to detach Your feelings and not admit to any vulnerabilities, that somehow because You led, You were incapable of loving and being loved.
Of course, there were the types who believed that for a Man to be considered a Dom, He had to bark orders and belittle a woman in order to be taken seriously and gain her respect. Being a menacing asshole didn’t make you a Dom, it just made you an asshole, plain and simple.
Needless to say, a lot of people had it all wrong.
Ultimately, D/s was about tapping into inherent personality traits and finding someone who truly understood them. The yin to Your yang.
A submissive demeanor, to Me, didn’t mean “less than.”
Personally, I’ve never had an interest in a woman I could walk all over. Never been attracted to the doormat type, and frankly, I don’t get how that’s appealing, but to each Their own. I wanted My woman strong-willed, smart, funny, and assertive in her everyday life. she would give most people a run for their money, but when we were together, she would bend to no one’s will but Mine.
Outside of our dynamic, she’d be kicking ass and taking names, but when it was the two of us, she would willingly relinquish control.
her duty would be to serve Me, but service would be a two-way street. You had to give in order to get. A submissive would give You her trust, her loyalty, and her vulnerabilities all on a silver platter.
Submissiveness was often referred to as “a gift.” Truer words had never been spoken. One shouldn’t accept such a gift unless One was fully prepared for all the intricacies a D/s dynamic entailed.
I couldn’t imagine My life without kink. I’m simply not made for a vanilla lifestyle. Besides, a little bondage could do wonders for One’s sex life. I would describe tying My partner up and fucking her senseless with her legs hoisted up over My arms, her hands bound while I delivered unforgiving thrusts to her slick channel, as heavenly. Shit, it didn’t get any better than that.
Before micah, I think the reason why I remained single was simply due to incompatibility. The toughest part for Me had always been dating. My dating difficulties weren’t due to My inability to attract women. It had never been easy to let them know where My interests lay. I stopped trying to convert vanilla women long ago. It was better to seek women who knew who they were and wanted the type of relationship I was seeking. I hadn’t met a worthwhile match until now.
I’ve been known to be direct, but with micah I wanted to say a lot more than I had. Timing was everything.
I proceeded to knead her buttocks before pouring more oil into My hands. Since she was in an unguarded state, I couldn’t think of a better time to ask My questions.
“Since you’re in such a relaxed state, micah, let’s talk.”
I must have been doing something right because she could barely answer Me through all the moaning she was doing. I finally heard her soft voice respond, “Yes, Sir. What would You like to talk about?”
I pressed My hands against her trapezii and moved down and out to her arms. There was nowhere for her to hide, but she could still lock herself up inside her head. I had to tread lightly. If micah became too worked up, her asthma could be triggered. It seemed to be under control, but I didn’t want to chance it.
“sweetheart,” I said, continuing the circuit up and down her arms, then down and up her spine.
she hummed a reply but then corrected herself. “Yes, Sir?” she said in a barely-there voice.
“I’m very fond of you . . . probably too fond of you. We’ve already discussed a lot of what we sought in a partner, but wha
t else is it you need out of this type of dynamic?”
micah took a deep breath but didn’t say anything.
I kept talking as I rubbed oil over her body. “Things are progressing quickly, so I wanted to know if you were interested in signing a contract and collaring. But . . .” I paused to gauge her reaction. There was none, except that her body was now rigid beneath Me. Shit. “But first I need to know why you pull away and sink within yourself.”
I continued to try and loosen her stiff muscles. Sighing, I kept going. “I’ve been up-front with you. What you see is what you get with Me. I can be what you need, micah, if you just let Me.”
her silence was pushing Me to the end of My patience. “Look. you’re not the only one who’s been hurt. If this is too much, if you don’t want to take a chance with Me, let Me know now. I don’t want to waste time on a dead end.”
The music lulled and the room became quiet as My hands traveled down her body, rubbing oil onto the backs of her thighs. The candles flickered while I awaited her response.
The silence was unbearable.
“micah?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
I shifted as she turned to lay on her back. When My eyes met hers, micah looked as if she were on the verge of tears. I sat atop her legs waiting for her to speak, all while My heart pounded in My chest.
It suddenly dawned on Me that this may not be what she wanted.
What if she said she wanted to walk away?
I didn’t fully grasp the consequences of her leaving. I didn’t want her to go, and I wasn’t prepared to hear her say she was done.
“i’m scared,” she whispered.
My heart was beating erratically. she can’t say no. I can’t let her say no. As much as I dreaded what might come out of her mouth next, I had to hear it.
“What are you scared of, micah? Talk to Me.”
she licked her lips and wiped her eyes before speaking.
Shit, there were tears. Tears when I asked a serious question wasn’t a good sign, but I let her speak.
“When i picture my ideal relationship, it’s always with someone i can be myself with. No gimmicks, no false pretenses, no holding back. For so long i’ve wanted to be cherished and adored by a Man who understood me. i’ve want to be with a Man who is secure in who He is and what He desires. i’ve always wanted to be with a Man who would know how to balance kink with everyday life.”
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