Alexandra
Bitingmylowerlip, I fumble with the combination on my locker, desperate to grab my stuff and leave work. Tonight is the night! We've been on several dates after the dinner at his place, and to my dismay, he's been nothing but a gentleman. Not even a peck on the cheek. Nothing. He's been driving me insane with his dazzling smiles, stealing long lingering looks while running his fingers lazily through his hair. Don't get me started on the not so accidental brushes of his fingers. Each time we meet, the pull between us grows stronger, making my body ache for his touch.I was tossing and turning in bed last night, obsessing about what he'll think when he sees me naked for the first time. I tried everything - breathing exercises, guided relaxation: nothing worked. My mind was hell bent on driving itself mad with pointless hypothetical questions. What if he thinks my ass and breasts are too big? What if he thinks my thighs are chunky, hips humongous and belly wobbly? What if he thinks my scars are repulsive?My phone vibrates in my pocket, alerting me I've received an email. It's Sebastian. I've been waiting for his email all day, but he kept me waiting. Expelling a long breath, I pull the phone out of my front pocket and open it. This is neither the place nor the time to read the relationship contract, my sensible-self reminds me. The ward is full of staff who would do anything to dig up juicy pieces of gossip. I crane my neck, scanning the staff room, but there's no one around. Great! Opening the attachment, I check out the sections of the contract.
Dominant's Responsibility
Submissive General Behavior
Behavior in Public
Training
Orgasm Control
Punishment
Soft & Hard Limits
Safety
Scrunching my nose, I skim through the rules outlined on the first page. Wow, he is so good at this. It captures everything we discussed during the vetting period in the contract. His reputation as a strict Dominant is well established and the idea of willingly offering my submission makes me delirious with excitement. All my life I've been the responsible and serious one, always taking care of everyone else's needs. Surrendering my worries, fears and the need to control everything to someone else, even for a short time, fills me with both apprehension and elation.Closing the document, I read Sebastian's message instructing me to wear a short skirt, lacy panties, and a revealing top. The last time I stood naked in front of a man, my arms and stomach weren't covered with feathery white scars. What if he's disappointed when he sees me naked? Dread rolls through me like a dark wave. Sebastian is not a superficial idiot like Nathan, I reassure myself. The sound of someone calling my name cuts me from catastrophizing. Spinning around, I come face to face with Becks.
"Hey Allie, a bunch of us are going to the Cave for a drink after work. You wanna come?" She cocks her head, her teeth glinting in a friendly smile.
"Sorry, Becks. Mind if I take a rain check on that drink? I'm meeting a friend after work." I emphasize the word friend, giving her a hint. She gives me the thumbs-up, her eyes lighting up with excitement.
"Sure, we can meet up next week. I better go. I have tons of charts to check before we finish. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. I give her a mock frown, slapping her shoulder playfully.
"I make no promises." Grabbing my stuff, I leave the staff room and head to the parking lot.
A bitter breeze picks up my hair, stirring the strands around my cheeks as I rush past rows of parked cars in the eerily quiet parking lot. The pale crescent moon punches its way through the inky black clouds, and there's just enough light from the few streetlights dotted around to mark my way forward. In horror movies, this would be the point when a deranged serial killer would jump out between the parked cars and knife me to death. The thought makes my heart thud against my ribs, as fear clenches like a tight fist around my chest. Damn it, I wish my car wasn't parked almost a block away. If you weren't running late this morning, you'd have found a parking space closer to the main entrance, I admonish myself. Crap! What was that sound? I peer over my shoulder to check if someone is behind me, but I can't see anyone. I swear, it sounded like heavy leather boots scraping the concrete. It's all in your mind, Allie, I reassure myself.
As I continue onwards, a primitive warning blares at the back of my mind, sending prickling sensations down the length of my spine, telling me someone is following me. What if this is Nathan toying with me? He enjoys playing mind games. Don't be silly, you would have been told if he was out of prison. Adrenaline bursts through me, urging me to flee, but my legs stop working properly, rooting me to the spot. Fight it is, then. Remembering the self-defense techniques, I grip my car keys in a tight fist, imagining I'm holding Thor's hammer. I spin around sharply, striking fast and hard, but my fist punches through empty air. The sound of a car alarm going off scares the bejesus out of me and I jump reflexively. Standing still, I squint my eyes, scanning the area for any movement. I can't see a living soul. Fuck! I must be losing the plot. Wheeling around, I sprint ahead, pumping my legs as fast as they can go. My breathing grows ragged and thin, but I push through. Slowing down, I press the car remote to unlock my car and yank the door open. Jumping inside, I lock the doors and lean my forehead on the steering wheel to steady myself before getting the hell out of there. On my way home, I promisemyself I'll never park my car that far away, ever again.
The breath dies in my throat when we step inside the spacious, dimly lit playroom. It feels as if I've stepped into a BDSM fantasy dungeon. Christian Grey, eat your heart out, I chuckle inwardly. Paddles, whips, floggers and restraints hang on the royal purple walls. Tall glass and metal display cabinets showcase an enormous collection of bondage and sex toys. The strategically arranged custom-made four-poster, king-size bed and BDSM furniture make the spacious room cozy and intimate. While I've been staring agog, Sebastian has lit candles and taken off his t-shirt. The black tactical pants ride low on his hips, revealing the tantalizing deep V-shape under his impressive six pack. I drink in his powerful, muscular body as he stalks towards me with a commanding air of self-confidence.
"Take your clothes off. Hands behind your head," he orders with a voice hard as steel, stirring a mixture of fear and excitement in my blood.
"Yes, Sir." My voice comes out unsteadily.
With trembling fingers I undress, letting my top, panties and skirt drop to the floor. I lace my fingers behind my head, acutely aware of Sebastian's gray eyes traveling over my face, then moving down my body, his bold stare lazily assessing me. A flush of heat explodes on my face as I fight the desperate impulse to drop my arms and cover myself, but I stop myself because part of me wants him to find me desirable.
"You are breathtaking, pet. This body belongs to me now." He squeezes and caresses my breasts, gently at first, then rougher, making my nipples tighten to sharp peaks. Caressing the silvery scars on my arms and stomach, he releases a low grunt, sending my pulse into overdrive. Letting out a deep breath, I blink away the tears burning behind my eyelids. He finds your body beautiful, not repulsive, Allie.
"Thank you, Sir. My body belongs to you now." Nodding in approval, he motions me to follow him. When we reach the foot of the bed, Sebastian swings around, pivoting on his heel.
Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he pulls my head backwards and fixes his eyes, smoldering with fire, on my parted lips. My pulse beats wildly in my throat, making me feel lightheaded. Kiss me, I implore him silently. As if he can read my mind, his mouth tilts up at one side in a smirk before he buries his head in my neck and bites the pulsing hollow at the base of my throat. I gasp in surprise. He runs his tongue over the bite, then trails kisses along the underside of my neck and jawline making my body tingle with desire.Lifting his head, his eyes dark with hunger meet mine for a moment before his demanding lips capture mine in an earth-shattering kiss. I succumb to his masterful possession of my mouth, unable to stop my body trembling like a leaf caught in a whirlpool. Pulling away abruptly, we stare at each other while our chests rise and fall with rapid breaths. He tightens his grip on my hair and pushes me down.
"Kneel, Alexandra. Keep your back straight, hands face down on thighs and eyes on the floor." The low pitch of his husky voice makes my skin crackle with heat.
"Yes, Sir."
My heart hammers against my ribs and my lips burn in the aftermath of that bruising, mind-blowing and never to be forgotten first kiss. Darting my gaze, I watch him laying down a blindfold, collar, chain leash, medium size flogger and riding crop on the bed. Picking up the blindfold, collar, and leather crop, he saunters back and puts the black collar, with soft blue leather padding around my neck. He explained the color system he will use to promote my submissive training. The black/blue one he just gave me is the consideration collar, meaning he agreed to train me, but I've not yet proven myself as a submissive. He'll give me the black/purple when my knowledge grows, and he accepts me as his sub, and the black one when I learn most of the skills, and I accept my role as his submissive. I'll receive the black/red or graduation collar when I've mastered my skills and knowledge.He steps around me in a confident and controlling fashion, circling in slow, deliberate steps while tracing the leather crop across my breasts, stomach, and back. The sweet scent of my arousal wafts in the air as I grow embarrassingly wet. Sebastian chuckles, making me cringe inwardly with embarrassment. He taps my thigh lightly with the crop, cutting through my conflicting thoughts.
"Open your legs. Show me your beautiful cunt." An intense flush warms every inch of my skin as I open my knees and bare myself to him.
"Whatever pleases you, Sir." My breath catches sharply in my throat as he runs the tip of the crop at the apex of my thighs, teasing me mercilessly. My inside walls flutter with a desperate need for him to slide his fingers inside me. Down girl, don't be greedy.
"You have a gorgeous cunt, little sub," he breathes. No one has ever told me that my pussy is beautiful. Do I thank him? I don't know what to do. Better be safe than sorry.