Confused and dumbfounded, Charles found his usually talkative nature at an impasse. So many new things were bombarding his brittle emotions that he just didn’t know how to take any of it. He had read her correctly. In fact she was telling him he had given her everything and more. It clicked in his head as he remembered an article written about that mental state and how it made the submissive feel. That was the strange look he saw in her eyes, the drunken faraway look where she was present, but seemingly somewhere else all at the same time. Slowly dropping his head he slumped on the foot of the bed. “No Louise, I’ve wanted to experience this,” he gestured widely toward her with his right hand, “for a very long time. Dreamt of it, yearned for it, but never pursued it. I’m married. I don’t do this sort of thing, and yes, I love her and she deserves better.”
Charles looked up as she sat close to him on his left side, snuggling up under his elbow, indicating for him to wrap his arms around her. “Well Sir, I am honored I am your first. Truly honored. I knew you had it in you. I’ve watched you for months. I could see in your mannerisms, your treatment of others that you would be an intuitive Dom. You read me like a book Sir.” She rested her head on his chest and squeezed him tightly around the middle with her lithe arms. As he reciprocated her squeeze, she sighed with satisfaction and continued. “Aftercare Sir, the most important thing you’ll ever learn if you ever decide to do this again, with me or any other. Being so deep in subspace does very strange things to the emotions and the mind, so pleasurable it cannot be described, but the drop following...it can be excruciating. For me, I find great comfort in being held tightly, feeling my body wrapped and protected by my Dominant partner.” She looked up at him through her thick eyelashes “If you have no objections, I would very much appreciate sleeping in your arms tonight, it would help me a great deal.”
Nodding, Charles shifted briefly from her and lay fully on the bed, opening his arms for her to join him. She practically flew to him, pressing herself close, her head on his chest, her left leg draped over his. Running his hands tenderly through her hair, there was an easy silence between them for a moment, as they lay exhausted as lovers. “Sir, I promised myself I wouldn’t push my luck, but...would you consider doing this again? No strings attached, I know your situation, and I have no desire to find myself in a relationship either, but I feel we have such a strong connection. I simply want more, and if you want to explore yourself, I am experienced—. I can help you to find what you truly desire, teach you even. Please allow me this request. I wouldn’t forgive myself if I didn’t ask you, now that you have taken that first step.”
He had already made up his mind quite some time ago about whether they should meet again. He’d just had to be sure it was what she wanted too. Holding her close he kissed her forehead, peppering her eyelids and cheeks with butterfly kisses, breathing in the warm, spicy musk of her glowing skin. “Louise, nothing would please me more than starting this journey with you. I can’t say I’m not a little disturbed that I was so easily drawn into temptation with you, but now I’m curious. I want to see where this goes. Never forget though, I will never leave my wife. I vowed many years ago that I would spend my life with her and I fully intend on doing so. She must never find out. I would rather destroy myself before seeing her suffer, so do not think for one moment that I would not destroy you to protect her. I would do it within a heartbeat.”
She locked eyes with him, not in horror at his words, but with total understanding and compassion. For one so young, he couldn’t believe how accepting she was. “I agree the terms of our relationship,” She concluded. “And now, will you accept me Sir? Will you allow me to be your submissive in every respect?”
“I think I made that fairly clear didn’t I slut?” He replied, eyes twinkling with mischief and the promise of adventures to come. As she settled back down onto his chest, he thought she might start purring as her respiration slowed toward sleep. But just before he sensed her finally tumble into the black abyss, he heard her whisper words which sent a tingle up and down his spine.
“I am yours Master”
About The Author
Throughout her life Tessa Wanton has always had her head buried in a book, spending much of her time in a fantasyland. Is her namesake her? Perhaps she is. She certainly has the depth of emotions that Tessa feels and hopes that Tessa and Master Charles’ experiences may perhaps change the reader’s views about the world of BDSM.
Fans can keep up with Tessa Wanton on her blog page: http://tessawanton.blogspot.com/ or on Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/DesireDarkly
Other books available by Tessa Wanton:
The Training Of Tess
Tessa’s Dilemma - Coming Soon!
Naughty Hot Shots - Becoming The Master Page 3
