it. "I thought this was 'more' and clearly you're fucking crazy for her. But you don't know when you're seeing her again," he states -- it isn't a question. I mean, the question is hanging in the air.
"I don't know if I should," I admit.
Jeremy flags the bartender but I wave her away.
"Okay, no booze, no pussy, and you're not sure if you want to see her?"
"I do want to see her--"
"You don't know if you should," Jeremy interrupts. He laughs again and he's got that knowing smile.
"I...it was fucking intense." I say that and realize that I've already finished my drink.
"You need to see her again, or you're just going to lose your mind. That's why you asked me here. To tell you what you already know and to tell you to man the fuck up." Jeremy pats me on the back and I'm thoroughly chastised.
"Fuck." He's right. Of course he's right.
Caroline and I met up and she was the most perfect submissive I'd ever had. We were feeding off each other's energy like nothing I'd ever experienced before. I knew I'd never find it again.
2
Nick
ONE NIGHT EARLIER
"So you haven't had a dominant in some time," I ask Caroline, my voice unwavering as I maintain my calm. I'm on edge because no girl has ever had this effect on me. I've seen plenty of beautiful submissive girls strip naked before me, let me spank them, let me fuck them, and never have I been so excited just to touch a girl. To inhale the scent of her, like cinnamon and oranges. There's a delicate scent to her the makes me feel warm...and there's a perfect curve to her ass and flawless tits that makes my cock throb for her.
Did I mention that she's still fully clothed and she has this effect on me?
Her face. Her innocent face hides none of her filthy urges. It is in her eyes. I saw in them something that I knew would be absolutely, perfectly filthy.
“No, Nick,” Caroline answers, her voice is like silk over my skin. I want to feel her breathe on my skin when she talks, but I resist and l carry on. Protocol is what binds the BDSM community together after all. It is how we deal with all these animal urges and then let them loose in a safe, controlled environment — we play in scenes.
"When we're in a scene, you will call me Sir. You will not speak unless I've asked you a question; when I have asked you a question, you will answer promptly. Otherwise, you will thank me for everything that I do to you. Do you understand?"
Caroline nods. "Yes, sir." There's that fire in her eyes. It is almost a challenge. I don't want to break this from her...some people think sexual play with power exchanges is all about one person dominating the other until they break them, mold them into everything that they want them to be. But that's not what I want with Caroline at all. When I see that fire in her eyes, I was to stoke the flames, not put them out. I want them to burn in my direction.
"Take off your dress," I tell her.
She obeys, untying the front of her wrap dress. She steps out the material.
No bra. No panties. Typically, I enjoy lingerie, but the surprise of her complete nudity under the dress is a welcome surprise.
I let the pleasure show on my face, and I see the small curve of a smile start to pull at her perfect lips.
We haven't even started and I need to get a fucking hold of myself. What's going on with me?
“Get on your knees,” I say, and I can barely contain myself, still attempting to keep my voice level before I'm totally undone by the sight of her.
She complies instantly. Looking up at me with wide, eager to please eyes. She can’t even hide her smile and I feel the excitement and anticipation in the air. Her wet pussy fills the air and makes me want to drop to my own knees and pull her up against my mouth, wear her like a fucking crown and taste every last drop of her soaking wet arousal.
In time, however. I don't want to rush a perfect thing.
THAT SAME NIGHT
CAROLINE
My face heats intensely and my head feels a little dizzy. I want to cover myself. My legs are spread and I'm bared to him and I'm intensely nervous. I realize that I'm trembling. My fingers are digging into my thighs and shaking to cover myself. But I can't. That's not what Nick told me to do.