Dawn

The next few days flew by. We got into a nice comfortable rhythm; I did the laundry and kept the house clean, and Elijah helped to an extent. Mostly, he just watched and talked to me. It didn’t take long to make sure everything was in order. The items Elijah ordered, along with all the clothes Kelly had ordered for me, came in later that week. I was happy to have some new books I was actually interested in, and couldn’t wait to read. They were mostly young adult ones, and a few life lesson books that helped me deal with some of my confusing thoughts and emotions.

I’d tried to help Elijah out a few times, sure he was in pain from his own hard issues, but he refused every time. I sure he wanted some sort of release from his morning wood. He made sure he was up and dressed before I was in the mornings, and by the time we went to bed, I was too tired to try too hard to give him some relief. I was scared to voice my thoughts but didn’t know what else to do. I wanted to maybe talk to Emily or even Kelly, but neither had been by at a time we were left alone without Elijah in the same room for me to ask.

It wasn’t until the following week that Kelly and Lilly came by to visit again. Elijah took that time to call Kaleb about a few new ideas on the case, as he hadn’t had much of a chance since Kaleb had been busy and not in a place that he could talk about it over the phone.

I was glad I was getting more comfortable with handling the baby—even able to change a diaper. It was something new, and I was slowly falling in love with the little one. How could I not?

“You seem to be lost in thought today,” Kelly said as she sat down across from me.

“Sorry,” I said sheepishly as I fed Lilly. Kelly had said she enjoyed the break, as she was a demanding little thing while at home.

“Want to talk about it?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. She had her hair down today. She always looked perfectly put together despite the lack of care she said she took.

“I don’t know where to start,” I shrugged.

“At the beginning?” Kelly hinted. “That’s usually the best place.”

“Okay,” I replied with a deep breath out. “I …. I didn’t think I wanted anything sexual, as the whole time I was there under those men’s watchful eyes, I didn’t. I fought as much as I could. But I’m . . . craving . . . more with Elijah.” I finished near a whisper. Craving more was only the tip of the list. I wasn’t even sure he’d be willing to do anything with me, as we still hadn’t figured out what we were.

“Oh Sug, it’s totally normal. I’m guessing you haven’t talked to Elijah about this?” she asked, with no hint of anger or malice.

“No!” I said, a little louder than intended. “There’s no way I can. He won’t let me help him out as it is. We haven’t really talked about our relationship, either.”

“Well, this really should be something you talk to him about. I know he’s told you time and time again he will always listen to you. He is attracted to you, always has been, and would be willing to help and understand your place in this. But you do know his tastes are not what most people call normal, right?”

“I know that,” I said. “I’m not sure I can do what he wants.” I looked up and met her eyes. I was sure my emotions were swimming in mine.

“Just talk to him. You’d be surprised what he could do, and he might even be willing to give up that lifestyle when it comes to you, if need be. He’s good at what he does, or so I’m told. He knows you, and himself, so he would never push you into something you didn’t want to do, Dawn.”

“I’ll try,” I said, looking back down. “I don’t think he’d be willing to give up something he’s worked so hard at for me. I'm just . . . . me.

“That’s all you have to be,” she said with a smile.

* * *

Elijah

A dream. It had to be. I was hard as a rock as a faceless woman lay on the bed with her head hanging off the side. Her eyes were closed, her dark hair touched the floor. Her warm mouth was open and waiting; her hands lay folded on her stomach, and her legs were bent and spread.

I entered her warm mouth slowly, teasing myself. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold on for long, so I wanted to prolong my release as much as possible. She moaned as she licked my tip, making my eyes roll back at the feeling.

I slowly pushed myself in, inch by inch, until I was fully sheathed by her warm heat. She sucked and ran her tongue on the upper side of my cock, initiating another loud moan from me.

Unable to take any more teasing, I began to pump into her mouth, a little faster after her throat relaxed to take more of me in. At this angle, everything felt tighter.

With one last push, I came, hard, and she swallowed everything with a loud moan.

I opened my eyes to a mostly darkened room, with Dawn smiling up at me from where she’d just sucked me off. Breathing hard, I flopped my head back down on the pillow.

“Dawn,” I said huskily, more amazed that she didn’t wake me up until now. I could tell she was pleased with herself. I ran my hands through her hair, where they’d somehow got tangled, down to her shoulders, where she only wore a tank top. I stopped my hands on the top of her arms, trying to wake my blissful brain up.

Finally, once my eyes gained focus, and my brain came back to earth, I pushed myself up and reached over to turn the bedside lamp on.

Meeting Dawn’s green eyes, I could see she was proud of herself, but worried—most likely what my reaction would be. I wasn’t sure if I should be upset at her for taking what she wanted, or to be pleased. Her light pink tank top showed her pointed nipples.

“Thank you, but why?” I asked, not yet deciding on what to do.

“You were moaning in your sleep,” she replied, blushing, looking down and away from me. I lifted her chin, making her meet my eyes. I wasn’t going to let her talk her way out of this one; I wanted to see how she felt.

“Hmmm,” I replied, seeing what else she had to say. There was more.

“And you were hard . . .” she whispered, glancing up at me through her eyelashes.

“So you just decided to help?” I asked, half amused.

“Yes, Sir?” she said, more of a question. I could see the worry in her eyes.

“I see,” I said, not giving anything away and keeping my face calm and relaxed. “And what do you expect out of that?”

“Um . . . to help you?” she asked, biting her lower lip. I was getting hard again, and she wasn’t even doing anything.

“How do you think you should be dealt with?” I asked, watching as her eyes went wide, part in lust, and part in worry.

“However you see fit, Sir,” she whispered, trying to look down again. I cleared my throat, making her look back at me.

“Well, I’m undecided,” I replied, letting my other hand run down her arm.

I knew she was at that stage where she needed something—anything—from me for her release. I wasn’t sure she knew how to please herself, but she was sure good at pleasing me. I’d been hoping she’d talk to me about this, but she did at least talk to Kelly, who called me on her way home today about Dawn’s fears. I wasn’t surprised in the least; I just didn’t expect Dawn to try while I was sound asleep.

I’d thought I was clear that we’d talk about this next step when she felt ready. Apparently, she wasn’t comfortable enough to talk to me about it, but ready all the same.

She didn’t need to be punished for taking what she wanted. I could help bring her pleasure, showing her how to do it herself. There were a number of possibilities.

“What is it you want me to do?” I asked.

She looked shocked and confused before acceptance ghosted over her eyes.

“I don’t want to be punished,” she nearly whispered, her voice quivering.

“Then what do you want, my sweet girl?” I asked, running my thumb over her lips, not able to help myself.

I knew I was in love with this woman, who had captured my heart as a child.

“I’m not sure . . .” she said. “I just need . . .”

“You need something like you gave me? An orgasm?” I asked lightly.

She only nodded as her cheeks turned red.

“I can do that easily,” I said with a smile. “But first, we need to talk.”

“Okay?” she asked, confused.

“What do you want out of our relationship?” I asked.

“What normal people have,” Dawn answered, her voice quiet and afraid I wouldn’t agree.

“So, like a relationship?” I asked.

“Yes. I want what Kelly and Kaleb have,” she answered, looking up at me for a moment.

“I see . . .” I trailed off, wondering how to go about this. “How much of what they have do you want?”

“I want to feel like I belong,” she answered, averting her eyes from mine. “I want to feel normal.”

“Being in a relationship won’t make you feel normal. No one’s normal these days,” I hinted. “I don’t want you to do something you may not be ready for, or even don’t want.”

“But I do want it!” she said, almost pleadingly. “I like you!”

“You like me?” I asked, trying to hide my surprise.

“I wouldn't have tried what I did if I didn’t,” she mumbled, a blush covering her cheeks.

“Alright,” I said, suppressing my laugh. Now wasn’t the time. “The list of things still applies; I still want your respect, and please tell me openly what you want or need from me.”

“Okay,” she said, surprised.

“So, I’ll ask you again,” I began. “What do you want from me? Am I your boyfriend, then?”

Dawn nodded her head, a silent yes.

“Out loud, please.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“And do you still want me to help one of your cravings?”

“Yes, Sir. Please,” she answered breathily.

“Okay, that I can do,” I replied. “Go ahead and lie back.”

She blinked, then moved to lie back down on her pillow. Her black hair splayed out around her head. Her eyes were filled with nervousness and hope.

“Let me know if you want me to stop, or if I’m hurting you in any way, Dawn,” I said, before I began to touch her naked leg gently.

“Okay,” she replied, wide-eyed. I’m sure she was surprised that I was going to allow her pleasure.

“As a Dom, it is my responsibility to make sure all your needs are met,” I said, moving my hand up from her knee. “And that includes this need you feel right now.”

Her cheeks were flushed, in both embarrassment and arousal. Swiping my fingers gently over her center, I found her underwear wet—almost soaked through.

“Are you wet for me?” I asked, keeping my eyes on her flushed face.

She moaned, closing her eyes as I put just a tad bit of pressure on her clit, and arching up, seeking more. I lay down beside her, not moving my hand.

“You are wet, aren’t you, Dawn?” I asked, slipping my fingers under her panties. I was surprised she was so ready, and willing, after everything she’d been through.

“Yes, Sir,” she said breathlessly.

I couldn’t help but smile at the pleasure on her face. I slipped one of my fingers into her warmth and she instantly arched and moaned quietly. I was careful, and went slowly, adding two more fingers into her, one at a time.

“Do you like this? Me, bringing you pleasure?” I asked quietly, not wanting to break the mood by talking any louder. After a moment, when she didn’t answer, I told her to speak.

“Y . . . yes Sir,” she answered.

I found the spot that would bring the most pleasure to her, and gently rubbed against it as my palm put pressure against her clit. She was close, her moaning and panting increasing.

“Come for me, sweet girl’,” I said, coaxing her to let it go. It was only a couple of seconds before she came, arching into my hand and panting hard. I could feel her heartbeat racing as I took my hand away. Her eyes slowly opened, and she had a smile on her face. She looked more relaxed than I had ever seen her.

“Feel better?” I smiled.

She simply nodded, gazing at me with awe, and something else I couldn’t place.

“Come here,” I said, pulling her to me, and gently kissing her on her lips. She was a sight to behold: warm green eyes and a happy smile.

She didn’t kiss back, but I didn’t expect her to. I pulled away after only a second, smiling down at her. “Let’s get back to sleep. It’s way too early to be starting the day.”

“Okay,” she said, snuggling into my side once she caught her breath. It didn’t take long for her breathing to even out, and I followed shortly after.