Thorn
By the time we’re finished with dinner, I’m completely impressed and overwhelmed with Lily. She’s so incredible. I knew she was special, yeah, but she’s so much more. She’s smart and funny and charming. We talked about our pasts and our futures and our goals, and we just had such an easy, carefree conversation.
It’s not often I meet someone who makes me feel completely comfortable. As a manager, I’m used to being in charge. I’m the one who demands other people do things. I force them to edit their work or fix it or make it better. Rarely do I get a chance to just relax and be myself around someone.
It’s a nice feeling.
“Well,” Lily says as we leave the restaurant. “Where to now?”
“That’s up to you.”
“Is it?”
“What do you think?” I pull her to my chest, and she gasps as her breasts rub against me. “Would you like to come back to my place?”
“For a drink?”
“Oh, it would be for more than a drink, pretty girl, so think hard before you tell me yes.” She looks up at me and blinks those pretty eyes. How can someone be so innocent and so seductive at the same time?
“You mean sex.”
“No, I mean submission.”
She licks her lips and presses them together. What thoughts are racing through this sweet girl’s head? I know she’s got so many questions. There’s so much she has to learn, and I could be the one to teach her.
I could show her.
“I mean I’m going to show you what it means to submit to a man, and I’m going to Dominate you, Lily. I’m going to bring you to the edge of pleasure and I’m going to hold you there while you worship my cock. Then, when I’m ready, I’m going to push you over the cliff of ecstasy. I’m going to make you come over and over and over again, and then I’m going to make you come again.”
She’s breathing hard now, and I know she’s holding on to every word I’m saying.
“What do you think, princess? Do you want to come learn what it means to be submissive? If you don’t want to come over, there are no hard feelings. I would never pressure you to come to my place.”
“I want to come over,” she says quickly.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
I smile, and nod to her phone. “Text Christina,” I tell her.
“What? Why?”
“First rule of Dom club: obey your Dom.”
She frowns, but pulls out her phone.
“Tell her you’re coming to my place. My address is 44 Willow Avenue.”
“Why do I need to tell her? She knows you. She knows you’re safe.”
“But you and I are still getting to know each other, sweetheart, and I want to protect you. If for some reason you get scared, or you decide you want to leave, or you want her to come pick you up, it’s a good idea to have someone know where you are.”
“Thank you,” Lily says, surprising me. She shoots off a text and puts her phone back in her purse. “Thank you for looking after me this way.”
“It’s what a good Dom does, love.”
I just hope I can be the Dom she needs.
**
My home is only a few minutes from the restaurant. When we arrive, it’s nearly ten, and the street is quiet.
“Your neighbors go to bed pretty early,” Lily observes as we walk up to the house. I laugh as I unlock the door and flip the lights on.
“It’s not exactly a party neighborhood. Once, Mrs. Alexander’s son came home drunk on spring break. It was,” I pause for dramatic effect. “Almost midnight!”
“Oh my!” Lily feigns surprise and puts her hand over her mouth. “However did the family get through the drama?”
“Carefully, and with a lot of therapy.”
Lily and I head into the house laughing, kick off our shoes, and get settled on the couch.
“Should we have a drink?” She asks, suddenly looking a little nervous.
“Let me massage your feet first.”
“Um, okay.”
“Has anyone ever done this for you?”
“No.”
I lift her feet into my lap and begin to rub them for her. She relaxes almost immediately. I can feel the tension drain out of her body as she sinks into the couch.
“The thing about Domination and submission is that it’s a two-way street. I’ll require your submission in the bedroom, of course, but I also get to take care of you. That pleases me.”
“Taking care of someone pleases you?”
“Oh, yes,” I tell her, running my hands over her skin. “It’s part of why being a Dominant is so fulfilling. I love knowing I’m taking care of someone and meeting her needs. Even if it’s something she can do herself, I like to know she’s trusting me to care for her.”
“I read some relationships get pretty intense,” she says. “Like, the guy picks out the woman’s clothes and stuff.”
“Domination looks different in every relationship. Personally, I’m not interested in something quite that serious. I like D/s in the bedroom, but I like my partner to be opinionated and outspoken. I like to know she’s going to tell me what she really thinks and not go along with something just to please me.”
“Except in the bedroom.”
“Even then, if we’re doing something that’s scary, we can slow down and talk about it. This isn’t a my-way-or-the-highway type of situation.”
I rub her feet for a few more minutes, gently massaging her.
“How about that drink?”
“Sounds good.”
“What’s your pleasure?”
“Beer is fine.”
“Coming right up.” I head into the kitchen to get our drinks, and when I come back, Lily is curled up on the couch. At first, I think she’s fallen asleep, but she opens her eyes and smiles at me when I come back.
“So tell me more about Anchored,” she says, taking the beer from me. “Do they have classes for newbies?”
“They do,” I tell her. “Actually, I’m going to be teaching one of the upcoming ones on how to be a good Dom for your submissive.”
“Is that right? How do you get chosen to do that? Is there like, an application process?”
“I’m friends with the owner.”
Lily smiles. “I knew it wasn’t you.”
“What’s that?”
“There were some whispers at the club,” she tells me. “Zack is convinced you’re the owner of Anchored.”
“It’s quite the set-up she’s got. I’m not going to lie. The ship is incredible and it’s such a unique design for a sex club.”
“Wait,” Lily sits up suddenly. “She? The owner is a woman? Who is it?”
I smile and kiss her on the forehead. “We all have our secrets, love.”
“Come on, now. What happened to vulnerability and transparency?”
“I only tell my secrets: not other people’s secrets.”
Lily sits back with a little huff and a pout, but it’s more endearing than anything else. She’s adorable, and I have a feeling she’s going to be a bratty sort of sub. I don’t mind. I’ve got all night to play with her and something tells me we’re going to have a more than our fair share of fun.