Finally getting a yes from her propels me into action. I am not going to waste time on preambles of any kind. I grab her hand, lead her to my truck, and lift her inside. Once I have her buckled in, all I can do is stand there at her side and stare. Waiting. Waiting for her to turn and look at me. Not to see if she has changed her mind, but instead I want her to see the truth of what she agreed to in my eyes. I want her to gage the seriousness of this moment. But more than all of that, I want her to see that she is safe. Because to me, she is everything.
I drive her back to my apartment in record time and get her inside my place. Fuck it feels good to see her standing here in my domain.
“No room for second guessing now, Dove. You asked for what you wanted, and I am going to answer. Are you ready? There is no going back.” My brother Miles has always told me to start as I mean to continue, and I am going to do just that. Walking up behind her I take advantage of her momentary distractedness and whisper in her ear.
“Oh dove. You have no idea how long I have been waiting for you. I will never be able to show you how much your surrender means to me. But, before you can be free to fly and soar I will have to break you first baby. You know that, right? I must break you to release every negative thought you have ever had of yourself. All the credence you give to others and what they think. And finally, I must break you of all the excuses you are thinking even now. Our journey will be a long one, it won’t be smooth, and it won’t happen overnight, but it will happen together. Because after tonight, I will never let you go. Now I want you to go into my bedroom, strip out of every stitch of clothing you have on, and kneel on the floor and wait for me.”
I know I have thrown a lot at her, but this will go a long way to cementing the trust we need between us for this to work. She has to take the first step. Right now, and tonight. I stand back, while still facing her back and await her decision. I can sense the struggle she is having to go through. Her shoulders are moving up and down. My gut is telling me, she is crying. And though the Dom in me is compelled to go to her, cradle her, and tell her everything will be ok. It is not what she needs. What she needs right at this moment is for me to remain strong and absolute, so she knows I will always be able to withstand anything thrown at us. What she needs is to see that I will never waiver when it comes to the life we will build.
After what feels like an eternity, she moves towards my room and I breathe a sigh of relief. Even though everything I said and plan to do to her is difficult and not without issues; this is by far the hardest hurdle and she has passed it. She has no idea how proud she has made me.
I use the time she is away from me to fortify myself. The thing is, it hurts a real Dom as much as a sub when we must punish them. We don’t relish seeing subs under our care in pain, unhappy, and hurt. Sometimes, we must to help them reach their potential. And I for one am more than positive it will take all my training and strength to do to Elizabeth what I am about to do.
When I feel enough time has passed, I walk towards the room not sure I am going to find her in position. Suddenly, I am more than pleased and hard as fuck when I find exactly that.
“Fuck, little dove. You have no idea how happy and hard you have made me. Seeing you on your knees waiting for me is my every wet dream come true.” I say circling her. She followed my directions impeccably. Sitting on her knees by the bed in not a piece of clothing; I swear I can smell her sweet pussy. Taking a few moments to take her in, I stare at her face. Her beautiful, delicate, porcelain face. She has the face of a vixen cascaded in soft light. But on that face, I see pain and sadness. Both of which I want to eradicate.
Moving past her face, I roam over her soft neck and down to her size c cup boobs. Shit. Her tits are succulent. They are more than a handful and creamy with wide areolas and rosy pink nipples. Her nipples are beaded and distended. Standing straight out at me and begging for me to take them between my teeth. Or fuck them. If the tent in my pants is any indication all of the above would be favorable.
Given that I am standing right in front of her face, it doesn’t surprise me when my dick’s salute elicits a moan from her mouth. Especially since it is level with it.
I put my finger under her chin and lift her face. “I know dove. I want to bury my dick in between your lips and slide it into your esophagus, while watching you gag all over it. And believe me baby I will do that, soon enough. But first things first. Stand up and bend yourself over my knee. I want you to spread your legs once you are in position letting me see your greedy cunt weep, while I am obliterating your hoarded mind. Grab my ankles with your hands to anchor yourself and to stop from being able to reach your hands back.”
She sinks her teeth into her lip in trepidation, but like the good girl she is she does as I say. Watching and feeling her drape herself over my lap is too much. Once she grabs my ankles, I can’t stop myself from copping a feel. I take my thumb and insert it into her cunt. Not surprisingly I am met with a wet sticky little honey pot.
“Fuck dove. You have no motherfucking idea how much my cock is weeping in my pants knowing your turned on by this. Knowing what is going to happen. There is no question you were made for me baby.”
I pump my thumb in and out of her pussy a few times, making sure to swipe her clit along the way. She mewls and moans each time. It hasn’t escaped my notice that she hasn’t said one word and that will not do.
“Dove, from this moment forward I want words from you. You need a safe word. Think of something you wouldn’t ordinarily say outside of here.” She takes a beat and then says, “Chandelier.”
“Chandelier huh? One day you are going to explain. But, for right now we will move on. So what is your safe word dove?”
“Chandelier.”
“Sir.”
“What?” She questions.
“You will call me Sir. Until we get to the point you will call me several other things. Now, what is your safe word, dove?”
“Chandelier, Sir.”
“Good girl. You say that, and I stop immediately. But, when you say it you need to be sure. Don’t use it because you think you cannot handle the pain. You use it because you need something from me. If you give it a chance the pain with morph into something different. I want you to count off each one and thank me for it. Understand?”
“Sir?”
“Yes. You heard me right baby. Thank me for them.” I rub her bottom as I prepare her for what is to come, and in one deliberate motion I raise my arm and bring it down upon her ass.