Lily
By the time we get to the restaurant, I’m close to coming in Thorn’s car. I’m literally on the edge as we pull into the parking lot.
“All right, princess, you have a choice to make.”
“Okay,” I whisper, still rubbing my body. I’m so, so close. Touching myself on the drive over made me nervous at first, but then I realized the other cars weren’t paying me any attention, and I could touch myself without fear of being seen. We didn’t hit any red lights or stop next to any other vehicles, so even though the drive had the illusion of being public, Thorn was the only one watching me.
I’ve been touching myself almost constantly since last Saturday, but somehow, I haven’t found satisfaction. Rubbing my body in front of Thorn is exhilarating, and it makes me feel so damn sexy.
“You can come for me now, here in the car, or you can’t come until tomorrow.”
“What?” I squeak out. We’re parked in the busy parking lot now. People are walking by, and while no one is looking at the car or giving us a second glance, I’m very aware of the fact that anyone could stop next to the car and peek in. Do I think it’s going to happen? Probably not. Still, it’s bizarre. “That’s not fair.”
“Oh, darling, you have so much to learn,” he whispers. He sits perfectly still, eyeing me. He doesn’t make a move to touch me or try to convince me. He just waits for me to decide.
The thing is that the night isn’t over yet, and Jaxson Thorn is one incredible guy. Who knows what he has in store for me? Maybe he’s planning on taunting and teasing me all night. Maybe he just wants to see what choice I’ll make.
Will I go with what I know?
Or will I be brave?
“All right,” I say. “I’ll come here. Can I lean the chair back a little?” He nods, and I adjust the seat so I’m lying almost completely flat. I spread my legs a little wider, and I peek at Jaxson. He’s watching me. His eyes are hungry, and I don’t miss the tent in his pants. I’m affecting him, and that itself makes me even wetter.
I close my eyes and run my hands over my body. Everything feels tight and tense, and I’m so close to coming. I just need a little bit more, just a little push, and then I’ll be over the edge.
“You look so sexy, Lily,” Jaxson’s voice cuts into my thoughts. I don’t open my eyes. I keep them closed and just allow myself to feel him.
I listen to his words, and I think about how I must look to him: wanton, ready, sultry.
Seductive.
“I can’t wait to see you come, pretty girl. I’ve been thinking about it all week. Did you know that? I bet you’ve been thinking about me, too. That’s why you finally texted, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “I’ve been thinking about you so much.”
“And have you been touching yourself when you think of me?”
“Oh, yes.”
“I’ve been thinking about you, too. When I think of the way you opened up for me on Saturday, how you spread your legs and came, I get so damn hard, Lily. Even at work, I get so fucking hard thinking of you that I have to jerk off. I want you so bad, beautiful. Come for me, now. Show me how pretty you are when you come.”
The fact that we’re in a parking lot has long been forgotten.
All I’m thinking about is Jaxson, and I come for him. I bite my lip to keep from crying out, and I orgasm long and hard in the front seat of his car.
And then I open my eyes.
He’s smiling at me.
“You’re so fucking pretty. That was incredible.”
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“I’m so proud of you for being brave. I’m so happy you decided to come for me.”
“Me too.” It would have been easy to say that I’d rather not have any orgasms tonight than have to come in public, but where’s the challenge in that? I want to change. I want to be different. I want to try new things and I want to find out what this whole submission thing is all about.
And the truth is that I like being around Jaxson for more than just the sex. He’s interesting, and he’s fun to talk to, and I’m looking forward to enjoying a nice, wonderful meal with him.
I’m looking forward to seeing where this thing between us is going to go.
**
Jaxson chose a quiet Mexican restaurant with the best burritos in town.
“I’m a messy eater,” I warn him when we sit down. “So don’t stop liking me when you see how not-graceful I can be.” He chuckles, and the sound warms my heart.
“Don’t worry,” he says. “I didn’t choose this because I thought it was going to be a really fancy meal. I chose this place because the food is good and the atmosphere is calm. Plus,” he motions around. “It’s not too busy on Thursday nights, so we have some privacy.”
“Does that mean we’re going to be having a heart-to-heart?”
“Something like that.”
We order our food, and then Jaxson tells me all about growing up and his life and his family. He talks about Anchored, and how it’s helped him find himself. He talks about how being part of the club has opened his eyes about what makes a good relationship.
“What do you think the secret to a good relationship is?” I ask him. “Not monogamy,” I point out. “That doesn’t seem to be a big part of the club.”
“For some people, monogamy is important. For others, it isn’t. It’s not to me, but if you and I were to become serious, and you wanted a monogamous relationship, it wouldn’t be a problem.”
“Really? You’d give that up for me?”
He nods. “Although, to be fair, I’d ask you to ask least try having a threesome with me at least once. They’re pretty fun.”
“I bet they are.”
“They are,” he repeats. “But to answer your question, I think the most important aspect of a good relationship is trust. That goes hand-in-hand with good communication. So many people get divorced or break up because of issues with money or jealousy, but those problems could really be stopped if people would just be honest with each other.”
“But honesty requires a certain amount of vulnerability,” I point out. “And most people aren’t ready for that.”
“Exactly. The thing is, it takes a long time to build trust. With Domination and submission, that trust comes sooner because you’re in a situation where you have to trust your partner to stop when you use your safe word. Similarly, the Dominant partner has to trust the submissive to actually use the safe word.”
“What do you mean? Why wouldn’t someone use their safe word?”
“You’d be surprised,” Jaxson explains. “Some people think using a safe word means they’re weak. Some people think it means they’re frail. Safe words are designed to help couple communicate better, but some people don’t like to use them. If you can’t trust your partner to use their safe word, then you shouldn’t be playing with them.”
“When I’ve been in relationships in the past, communication was always part of the reason we broke up,” I admit. “I like the idea of honesty, but I think you also have to have a certain maturity to be able to handle that honesty. It’s not just about talking to your partner. It’s also about trusting them not to freak out when you tell them the truth.”
“You’re absolutely right.” Jaxson smiles and reaches for my hands. We hold hands on the table, and the feeling is incredible.
It’s been awhile since I’ve been on a real date, and although there’s nothing proper about the way I masturbated for him in the car, this feels better than any date in the past I can remember.
“A friend of mine came to me today asking about BDSM,” he tells me.
“Oh?” I raise an eyebrow. “You do seem to be quite the guru.”
“Her husband wanted to try some things, but she reacted poorly.”
“She freaked out?”
“She did. Like you said, communication goes both ways. In a strong relationship, you should be able to tell the other person what you want and what you need, but they should be able to receive those requests without taking them personally. For example, if I came to you and said I wanted to try tying you up, it wouldn’t necessarily mean I was unhappy with the sex we’ve been having. It just means I want to try something new or that I’m curious about what bondage is like.”
“Is that something you want to try with me?” I ask him. “I’ve never been tied up before.”
“Never?”
“Nope,” I shake my head. “Although, to be fair, I’ve also never talked about my sexual partners with guys I’ve dated. They’ve always been uncomfortable knowing about my history, so it never came up.”
“I’m happy to talk about my sexual and dating history with you,” he says. “For me, it’s part of building trust. I’ll open up with you, just as I know you will with me. I am curious, though, why you haven’t experimented with kink before. You’re beautiful and you’re funny, and you seem to be pretty curious. Did any of your boyfriends ever want to tie you up, pretty girl?”
“One did,” I tell him.
“What happened?”
“We broke up instead.”
“Care to elaborate?”
“It was in college, and he was drunk at a party. One of his friends was talking about how much fun it was to tie his girlfriend up, and my boyfriend wanted to try it. He thought it sounded like just the best idea, but I wasn’t sure. He was drunk, and I hadn’t been drinking at all, and I was worried he’d tie me up and pass out or leave the room or accidentally hurt me.”
“Sounds like you were being smart.”
“He didn’t see it that way,” I shrug. It’s been a few years, but the sting of his rejection still hurts.
“Hey,” Jaxson squeezes my hand. He catches my gaze, and he shakes his head. “Fuck that guy. He’s a dick.”
“How do you know? Maybe I was a huge bitch.”
“Not possible. Anyone who would let you go is an idiot and anyone who would hurt you is a moron. That guy is an asshole. You deserve better.”
“Like you?” I ask.
“Exactly like me.”