Sebastian
Theearlyspringsunshine finally enters through a patch of parting clouds when I step outside my car. A high pitched, ear-splitting ambulance siren assaults my ears as it pulls up outside the hospital entrance. Leaning against the door of my car, I cross my arms over my chest and wait for Alexandra to come out. I've been training her for a few months now and things are heading in the right direction. Let's just say I'm cautiously optimistic about fully opening my heart again and letting love in. We're still working on getting to know each other on a deeper level and at times, her struggles with sharing her emotions get in the way. But after what she's been through, it's understandable that she can't just drop her guard and trust me implicitly. Luckily for my headstrong little sub, I'm a patient and understanding man.
It's her birthday on Saturday, so last night, I told her to pack an overnight bag and her passport but kept the destination a secret. An hour later, in her goodnight text, she sent me a black-and-white photograph of her laying on her stomach with her legs up, wearing nothing but stiletto heels and skimpy lace panties. Her half-closed eyes gaze at the camera while seductively biting into a peach. She added a caption—pity, you can't have a bite of my juicy peach. My mind wanders to the erotic photograph Ben showed me a few months ago. Initially, I thought her friend must have staged the photo, but judging from the one she sent me yesterday, it seems my little sub might have a hidden talent. I lift the corners of my mouth in a smug smirk. Oh, little sub, you don't know what I'll do to you when I get my hands on you.
Alexandra's soft, curvy hips sway and up-tilted breasts bounce as she sashays in my direction with a cheeky smile dancing across her luscious lips. She moves with the grace of a dancer, her beauty exquisite and delicate. The possessive part of me wants to own every inch of her and claim her like a caveman. I can't bear the thought of another man seeing her naked or laying their hands on her. She's mine. I've been with lots of women, but no other woman has touched me as profoundly in such a short time as Alexandra has. I expel a sharp breath to steady my treacherous heart's hammering in my chest. When she stops in front of me, I fight the need to wrap my arms around her and crush her alluring body against me.
"Hope you didn't wait too long? We had an influx of new patients on the ward. It got crazy towards the end of the shift," she blurts, her tone apologetic.
"No, I just got here, my juicy peach." Chuckling, I open the car trunk. She places her bag next to mine, her features contorting in obvious embarrassment. Not so brave now, little kitten.
"Are you going to tell me where we're going?"
"Nope. It wouldn't be much of a surprise if I tell you where we are going, would it?" Yanking the door open, she plops on the seat and straps her seat belt with a short, impatient sigh.
"Look, I don't want to sound like an ungrateful brat, but I hate surprises. I'm a super organized person, okay? I have a system. Everything in my closet is color coordinated and organized by season. I make lists and plan things," she speaks in a rushed tone. I raise my hand to stop her.
"Breathe, Alexandra. I understand better than anyone about the need to feel in control, but you have to learn to expose yourself to uncomfortable situations and emotions. To help you grow and become the best version of yourself, I'll challenge you and ask you to step outside of your comfort zone." A scowl rolls across her face like a thundercloud.
"Maybe you should find an experienced submissive. Someone who is perfect, obedient and has great communication skills," she spits, her tone icy cold.
It's not uncommon for a submissive to test their Dom by pushing the boundaries at the beginning of the relationship. However, it's my job as the Dom to prove I am in control of myself and our relationship.
"While I understand your frustration as you've never been in a Dom/sub relationship before, I'll not tolerate disrespectful behavior or you talking negatively, directly, or indirectly about yourself. No coffee for a week."
"But–" Furrowing her brows, she stops then continues, "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, change is hard for me. Sharing deep emotions is hard for me. I grew up with a narcissistic, highly volatile father and overly dramatic mother, who didn't understand personal boundaries, so I hid and pushed my emotions away to protect myself. I need you to give me time," she explains in a choked voice.
"I'm willing to give you time. What you need to remember is that I'm not a mind reader. The key to building trust and deeper connection is having an open and honest line of communication at all times. Also, there is no such thing as a perfect submissive or Dom. We are all a work in progress, digging deep to find our best selves and turning our weaknesses into strengths." I pause for a moment, inhaling deeply, then continue, "When I ask you to submit to me, I'm asking you to let go of your fears and trust me to care, respect, and keep you safe. Can you trust me, Alexandra?" I reach out, lacing my fingers with hers. She blows air through her mouth, leaning lightly into me and tilting her face towards me.
"It's so strange, but I already do, Sir."
"Good girl."
We sit in companionable silence for the rest of the journey, each lost in our own thoughts until we reach the airport. Parking the car in the long stay parking lot, I pick up our bags and lead us to the private airplane I've hired. A dark-haired, attractive flight attendant greets us at the entrance. We exchange pleasantries as she ushers us inside the stylish black and white main cabin area equipped with tv, seats and sofa. Alexandra blinks several times, stroking the side of her neck absentmindedly. The flight attendant gives a quick tour of the master bedroom with a kingsize bed, ensuite bathroom and kitchen. I request privacy, explaining I'll call if we need anything. Bobbing her head in agreement, she retreats to her seat near the cockpit.My heart races with excitement when the plane speeds up on the runaways and lifts off. Within minutes, we are up in the air. It's the anticipation…freedom…knowing you'll get to look at the world from above. The intercom chimes twice, informing us the plane has reached the cruising altitude. I lean back in the soft leather chair, stretching my legs in front of me. Let the fun begin. Perfect time to take a bite of her deliciously perky peach.
"Take your clothes off and kneel by the bed, pet," I order, my voice dripping with authority.
"Yes, Sir." Lowering her gaze, she rises her feet gracefully and pads towards the bedroom.
I crane my neck, watching the airplane cruise above a thick blanket of clouds while the last rays of the dazzling sun dust the deep blue of the afternoon sky in pinks and purples. Every inch of me lights up with a burning, urgent need to see her kneeling, ready to serve and please me. Standing up, I stroll to the fridge and grab the ice cubes. We are 41,000 feet in the air and I need to improvise with what I brought with me. Dropping the ice into a whiskey tumbler, I make my way to the bedroom.Alexandra kneels in perfect Nadu position, head up, her back straight, hands resting on her knees with palms facing up, legs open wide and her rich, glowing chocolate tresses tumbling down her bare back. My cock springs into attention at the sight of her. She is gorgeous and all mine. An involuntary low guttural sound escapes my lips, eliciting a giggle from Alexandra. Get yourself together, Sebastian.
"Are you ready for me to do everything I want to, kitten?" I circle around her, running my fingers through her wavy hair, inhaling the sweet scent of her floral perfume and arousal. She is ready for me.
"Depends on what you want to do, Sir," she chuckles.
"Watch your smart mouth, pet." My little brat darts her tongue out, running her tongue along her upper lip seductively, begging me to the throw her on the bed and fuck her senseless. I chuckle inwardly.
"You can take me any way you want. What position would you like me in, Sir?"
Placing the glass on the bedside table, I order, "Get into bed, lie on your back, and spread your legs."
"Whatever pleases you, Sir." Pushing to her feet, she strolls to the bed and obeys my instructions.
I flick my eyes to her lush breasts, then down to her slim waist, flaring into curvy hips and long, smooth thighs. My cock grows painfully hard, begging to bury itself balls deep into her pussy. Fuck! She makes me feel like an inexperienced teenage boy that's never seen a pussy in his life. Head in the game, man. Opening my bag, I retrieve the soft leather wrist cuffs and nipple clamps. I stroll back and perch on the end of the bed.
"Hands above your head," I command, scanning her expression for any trigger signs. Our gazes lock and unspoken understanding moves between us.
When she told me how she was assaulted by her ex-boyfriend, I wished I could throttle him for laying his dirty hands on her and scarring her for life. At that moment, I promised myself that no man will lay a finger on her ever again. She is mine to protect and keep safe.