“Orange chicken,” he says. “It’s good.”
I eat the bite and smile as I chew. “It is good.”
“Are you just saying that to be agreeable?”
“No. I don’t understand if this is like, roles we play, or if I’m supposed to change who I am.”
“Please don’t ever change who you are. Ever, Mia.”
I sigh. “Okay.”
“Patience, ma petite. We’ll talk.”
I nod as I continue eating. When we finish, he stands and walks to my kitchen returning moments later with a cup of water for me. He hands it to me and watches me drink it.
“Are you ready to begin?”
“Yes.”
Gabriel nods then lifts my hand, holding it in his. “We talked about trust.”
“Yes.”
“We talked about the things I’ll ask you to do.”
“Yes.”
“Here’s the rest. I want a key to your place. I want access to you twenty-four hours a day. I will come and go as I please, and you will always make yourself available to me. How do you feel about that?”
I think about it for a minute. “Can I ask questions?”
“Of course.”
“What if I’m out with friends or something?”
“You will find a reason to excuse yourself if I request you.”
“What if it’s Sara?”
“I believe I was clear.”
“So even if I’m with Sara, you want me to drop everything if you call?”
“That’s what I said.”
Um. “What if I’m sick?”
“I’ll take care of you.”
This is weird. “Okay.”
“You’ll need to ask permission before you go out with people I don’t know, especially if men will be there. I’m very territorial.”
My brow creases as I ponder his words. “You think I’ll cheat or something?”
“No, Mia. It’s just how I like things. How do you feel about my request?”
I should be upset. I should not want him to place this kind of demand on me, but it’s so weirdly hot, there’s no way I won’t try.
“I’m willing to do it.”
A slight smile tugs at his lips. “I want you to be naked or in something I purchased for you every time we’re together in private. Your body, Mia, is mine to use as I see fit.” I start to speak, but he raises his hand to stop me. “Before you object, I want you to understand that I live for your pleasure. I want nothing more than to hear you cry out because of what I’m doing to you. I will not hurt you, but I will cause you pain. Do you understand the difference?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Have you ever experienced pleasure beyond the threshold of what you thought you could tolerate?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“You’re going to. I will mark you, bite you, dig my fingers into you.” I swallow hard at the thought. “I will fuck you so hard you won’t be sure you can take it, but you will learn that you can. You will learn that you are so strong you can handle everything I throw at you.”
“Are you gonna tie me up and stuff?”
“We’ll do things like that.”
“Okay.”
“So you will feel pain, but I will never cause you harm. I will never hit you in a way that is not intended for pleasure. Everything we do will be what you want to do, even if you don’t know right away that you want it. Do you understand now?”
I feel my body warming up as he speaks. “Yes.”
“When I call, you answer the phone. If you cannot answer the phone, I will be angry until you return my call, so make it a priority to call me back. Yes?”
“Yes.”
“Anything I ask you to do, you do it. If I tell you to go into the bathroom and finger yourself, you do it. If I tell you to eat your breakfast, you do it. If I tell you to suck my cock, to sit on the floor, to crawl, to kneel, to beg, you do it. Yes?”
“All the time or just when you’re here?”
“All the time, Mia. This is not a game.”
Definitely a dom. I shake my head softly. “I don’t know if I can do this.”
“You can. I know you can.”
“Crawling and begging in public?”
He tilts his head. “You have to trust that I would never humiliate you.”
I exhale. “Okay.”
“You agree?”
“Sure.”
“Would you like to hear what you get in return?”
“You?”
He smiles slightly. “More specifically.”
“Yes.”
“I will care for you like no man ever could. If you are sick, I will be by your side until you are well.” He caresses my cheek, moving so close our lips almost touch. “I will ensure that every need, desire, want, and fantasy is met by me. Every fear, sadness, or pain is relieved by me, even if I’m the cause of it. I will be the person you place all your trust in, knowing that I will not fail you. I will manage every part of your life, everything you do, the thoughts you think, all belong to me. I am your ruler now, Mia. You will be mine, and I fiercely protect what is mine.”
His expression is so intense, his words so forceful, that I’m nearly overcome with desire. I can hardly think straight. He’s my ruler?
“When are you gonna fuck me?”
“When I’m ready to.”
I tilt my head. “Does it ever matter what I want?”
“It always matters what you want. Your thoughts and desires are extremely important to me. In fact, I want to make you so happy and satisfied that every moment of your day is spent wanting me.”
“I’m already there.”
He nods. “Ultimately, you have to understand that you will do all of this because you want to please me. You want me to be happy, and so wrapped up in you, that I can’t think of anything else.”
Fuck. I totally want that. “Okay.”
“Good. Now get on your knees in front of me.”
Without hesitation, I scramble off the sofa and kneel in front of him. He cups my chin, gazing into my eyes.
“You are stunning, Mia, in so many ways, far beyond your external beauty. Meeting you was exactly what I needed in my life. I hope you feel the same way.”
“I do.”
“Good.” He leans closer. “A few more rules.”
“Okay.”
“You will call me sir when we are at home. Only at home. Yes?”
I bite my bottom lip, on one hand, wanting to object, but on the other, wanting to know what it feels like. “Yes.” He raises his eyebrow without a word. “Yes, sir.”
“You have no idea what you’re doing for me right now.”
I take a deep breath and slowly exhale. “I want to see…” I clear my throat. “I want to see what it feels like to do this stuff with you.”
“I know. It’s not your temperament to kneel down to a man, but look at you now. So fucking beautiful, so devout, so reverent. It’s a sight to behold, ma petite.”
“Another question?”
“Yes?”
“Is this like what I’ve read about? Are you gonna punish me when I disobey?”
“I will punish you.”
“How?”
“You don’t need to know in advance, because you trust me.”
“I do, but I just need a little context. Please.”
He nods, watching me for a moment. “I enjoy withholding pleasure as punishment.”
I nod as understanding washes over me. “Like when you wouldn’t let me come?”
“Right, but I’m creative. Not knowing every detail is exciting. Yes?”
Gazing up into his eyes, I nod. “Yes. Sir.”
“Now, we’ve talked enough, unless you have more questions?”
“No.”
He smiles. “Open your mouth.”
I open my mouth as he slides his thumb inside. I immediately lick and suck it, assuming that’s what he wants. He watches me, keeping his eyes trained on me.<
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“Do you want to feel my mouth on your pussy, Mia?”
“Yes.” I quickly remember my new rule. “Yes, sir.”
“How much?”
“More than anything.”
“Then stand up.” Clamoring to my feet, my breath is shaky as I stand before him. Gabriel taps my thigh, so I spread my legs as his thumb presses into my clit. “I can’t decide where to begin with you, Mia.” I peer down at him. “I’m almost afraid to taste you.”
“Afraid?”
Nodding, his eyes shift up to meet mine. “I’m already completely consumed with thoughts of you. Tasting what you keep between your legs just might push me past my ability to reason. Like too much alcohol or mind enhancing drugs, I could lose control.”
Tilting my head, I ask, “Do you ever lose control?”
Gabriel smiles just slightly. “No. That’s why you scare me.”
I smile at his admission, happy to know I’m having an effect on him too. He surprises me when he slides off the sofa onto the floor, staring up at my bare pussy as he pulls me close so that I’m straddling his face. His fingers play with my folds, barely sliding inside before he removes them. My breathing is labored, so turned on, I can barely stand still.
“What have you always wanted to do but never have?” he asks. “What fantasies do you keep hidden away?”
“I… don’t... know.” I barely get the words out.
“Fine. We’ll explore that together.” He sighs. “Do you know how pretty your pussy is, Mia?” His eyes meet mine. “You do, don’t you?”
I nod, smiling. “Yes, sir.”
“You know how much power you have because of it. Because of your face, because of your tits, because of your ass. The sway of your hips, the pout of your lips, the seduction in your eyes, and God help me, that rasp in your voice. Most men can’t wait to get their hands on you, but they always leave you wanting more. They fuck you, spending a few minutes buried inside of this…” He pauses, sticking his middle finger deep in my pussy, causing me to sigh. “They lick you, suck your clit, grab your tits, trying to coax you to pleasure. When they’re done, you want them to leave. It’s never enough. You’re never satiated. You don’t think a man exists that can truly meet your needs. Yes?”
I nod with shaky breath. “Yes.”
“Well you’ve met him now.” I say nothing as his fingers dig into my thigh, pulling me closer. He inhales, pressing his face against my throbbing clit, and I murmur in response.
“Please… sir, please.”
When his tongue finally makes contact with me, a low guttural noise emerges from my lips as I throw my head back. Just as I think I’m finally getting what I want, he pushes me back.
“What… why?”
Gabriel smiles. “Go get your toy.”
“Which one, sir?”
“Your favorite.”
Nodding, I hurry down the hall to my bedroom, open the nightstand and grab my favorite vibrator, then carry it back to the living room with me. When I get there, Gabriel is standing with his shirt off, but his jeans still on. Grabbing my arms, he pushes me down onto the couch. It’s a rough gesture, but not over the top.
“Open your legs, and show me how you get yourself off.”
“Yes, sir.” Turning on the vibrator, I begin to circle it over my clit, keeping my eyes on his, as he unzips his jeans and pulls out that amazing cock. As soon as I see it, I moan. “Can I have that, sir?”
“No. You can watch me.”
“This is torture.”
He grins. “This is training.” He starts sliding his hand up and down his shaft. “For both of us. Mia, you must know, the attraction between us is insane. The first time we fuck, we’re gonna tear the roof off. We’re gonna get the cops called from the noise we’ll make. Everyone will think an earthquake hit Phoenix.”
I sigh, sliding the vibrator inside of me.
“Do you like your ass fucked, Mia?”
I whimper at the question. “I don’t know, sir.”
“Mmm, a virgin ass just for me.”
“Oh fuck.”
“Yeah, I will fuck it. I will fuck your ass, that tight little pussy, and God, Mia, I will fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”
“Please.”
“Not tonight. We have to wait for the weekend.”
I groan, knowing it’s only Tuesday.
“When you’re ready to come, you tell me. You understand?”
“Yes.”
Gabriel stands before me stroking his cock, watching me slide the vibe in and out. It isn’t going to take me long in these conditions, so I reach up and pinch my nipples. Gabriel’s eyes are hooded, and I can almost see his dick getting thick from his impending orgasm.
“You have to come soon,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky.
“I will, sir.” I sigh, then moan as I press the vibe into my clit. Oh yeah, here it is. It’s coming. Yes! “I’m coming now, Gabriel.”
“Oh fuck.” He throws his head back as warm liquid sprays across my chest, tummy, and even some on my face. As I recover from my own climax, I watch him, his body jerking and twitching. It’s sexy as fuck, but I want that cock so bad, I can barely stand it.
Gabriel slowly opens his eyes and gazes down at me and a slow smile spreads on his lips. “You’re beautiful like that.”
“Like this? With cum all over me?”
“Mm hmm.”
I drag my finger through some on my boob then stick my finger in my mouth.
“Yeah, beautiful.” He walks closer, kneeling between my legs. “I have to go now, Mia. I don’t want to, but I have to.”
“Or?”
“Or neither one of is going to work the rest of the week.”
Smiling, I reach out and caress his cheek. “I understand.”
He nods, then leans in closer and kisses me softly. I sigh against his lips. They are so soft, but his kiss is firm. This man has perfected the art of kissing.
“I need a key. Do you have an extra?”
“Oh. Yes.” He helps me stand, and I walk into the kitchen, open my junk drawer and pull it out, then walk it back to him in the living room.
“Thank you.” He glances down at it and smiles before reaching in his pocket to pull out my panties. “Now, decide. Do you want these back or do you want me to keep them?”
For some reason, I don’t think this is really my decision. A response comes to me, so I try it out and see how it feels. “I want…” I swallow, nearly in disbelief over what I’m about to say. “I want whatever pleases you most, sir.”
Grinning, he puts them back in his pocket and puts his shirt back on. “Excellent answer. You’ll hear from me very soon, ma petite. Lock the door and sleep well.”
“You too.”
“Impossible now that I’ve met you.” He grips my chin, causing me to gasp softly. “Now that I’ve met you, I am restless. I think about all the things I want to do with you…” He steps closer. “To you. I wonder if you can handle me. If you can rise to the challenge.” I start to speak, but he puts his finger over my lips and continues. “But then I gaze into your eyes, and I know the answer. I know you can. It’s hard to sleep with a hard dick, and I live almost perpetually in that state because of you.” His eyes soften, warming my core. “I anxiously await our next interaction.”
“Me too.” He releases me and walks toward the door, but I stop him. “Gabriel?”
He turns back to me. “Yes?”
“You said before the night is over you would ask me to be something for you? Do you still want to ask?”
He nods, bowing his head for a moment, before looking back up at me. “What we have, what we will have is not easily defined. Girlfriend isn’t sufficient. Lovers won’t cut it. I won’t call you my submissive, as if I can’t see the woman behind the actions. To me that word lessens the sacrifices you make for me. I know you aren’t submissive. Mia, I want you to be… my devoted. You can add a list of nouns after that word, but it all comes back to devotion. You will b
e mine, and I will be yours.”
I nod and smile. “Okay, Gabriel. I’ll be your devoted.”
“You’ve already proven that to me tonight.” He kisses me again and walks out, leaving me drowning in unresolved desire.
AFTER LEAVING MIA, I sit in my car for a minute taking a few deep breaths. I’ve never felt so strongly about a woman, so intensely connected, or so off balance. She gets under my skin like no one ever has. I’ve wanted to find someone that makes me feel like her for so long. Really since my first experience in Paris when this side of me was fully revealed. My devoted. The phrase taught to me two years ago. The phrase burned in my mind and sparked the quest to find my very own. Not one single woman has even come close to getting those words out of me, but Mia just did. She smiled when I asked, innocently unaware of what it entails. I only hope now that we’ve crossed this bridge, she doesn’t lose her fire. I want all of that defiance. Her irritation when I push her, her desire to maintain her independence, but at the same time, giving in, stirs something animalistic in me, and I like the feeling. She wants me physically, I know that for sure, but what I don’t know is how committed emotionally she is. I think neither of us know that yet.
Starting the car, I back out of her driveway then head toward home. I already know I can’t see her again until this weekend, as depressing as that is. I meant what I said that the first time between us is going to be epic, so it has to be done correctly. I need time, and she needs to be at my place. I need her to know how I do this, and that’s the only place I can show her.
Once home, I strip down and jump in the shower, my thoughts still clouded by all the things I want to do to Mia. I just have to wait three more days until she’s completely mine. After my shower, I climb in bed, and grab my phone. I can’t even go without contact with her for more than thirty minutes before I need another fix.
Dialing her number, I only have to wait two rings before she answers.
“Hi,” she murmurs.
“I like it better when you answer rudely.”
She laughs softly. “What the fuck do you want?”
“Ah, that’s my girl,” I chuckle. “I never want you to lose that edge, Mia.”
“Well, that presents an odd dichotomy then, doesn’t it? How do I rudely call you sir?”
“Good question.” I pause for a moment and think it over. “What do you say, we limit your reverence of me to the bedroom or whatever location I’m fucking you in.”
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