“Take off your clothes.”
To Chrissy, I had said the same words I’d said to another woman many years ago. The same words that had made her balk.
The words that had made it clear that I was different from other men.
That woman, whose name had been Victoria, had laughed at me. Had mocked me. Had left me alone.
Chrissy had not run. She had obeyed — so far. She had shed her dress.
Now, in her bra and panties, her hands shook. She took a few steadying breaths. She didn’t try to hide her nerves. Her creamy skin was flushed pink.
I waited, not moving, as she stood in front of me. Would she continue? Or would she refuse? Removing her bra was clearly a much bigger step than removing the dress.
I had sympathy for her, yet I would not interfere. I would not offer to remove it for her.
I watched as her bra fell away from her body. I watched her arm come up automatically, to cover her breasts. But she stopped herself, and let the bra fall the floor.
She straightened her spine, pulling her shoulders back, which put her bare chest on display. Her breasts were perfect, high and round, with peach nipples. They were just the right size to fit in my hands. Or in my mouth. Goosebumps spread across her skin. She seemed to understand that I was enjoying watching her.
She inhaled, obviously steeling herself to move on.
She slowly began to press down on the sides of her panties, until the fabric began to move downward. She bent forward, her hair cascading around her.
Still in her heels, she stepped away from the panties.
Her stomach was flat. Her backside firm. Her thighs were toned, just like her arms. Her skin was free of blemishes.
“Shoes off.”
She stepped out of her black heels and kicked them aside.
“Step apart.”
She obeyed. She obeyed, and there was no disdain on her face. Only a bright flush. I could handle embarrassment and reluctance, as long as she didn’t mock me.
“Turn around.”
She turned. Even her shoulder blades were beautiful. The slope of her back was just as lovely.
“Come here.”
Again, she obeyed without speaking.
I brushed her blonde hair back from her face. It was soft, and smelled of peppermint. When I touched her lips, she closed her eyes and tilted her face up toward me. I skimmed my hand over her nipple.
She gasped, then clamped her mouth shut.
“I want to hear you. I don’t want you talking, but I want to hear the noises you make,” I said. “Turn.” I spun her in my arms, wanting her backside against my front.
I pressed myself against her back. I let her feel my erection through my pants. “Have you ever seen a man naked?”
She shook her head.
“Have you touched a man? In any way?”
Another head shake.
“Have you kissed a man?”
She didn’t shake her head, but hesitated.
“You may answer.”
“Once. When I was sixteen.”
“Nothing else happened?”
“No. Nothing.”
She was completely untouched. This was more than I’d hoped for, though if she’d never truly been kissed, never made out, never felt a man’s body with her hands, then I’d have to be more careful than I’d anticipated.
I turned her back toward me. “Let’s get that first kiss out of the way.” I put my hands on the side of her face and tilted her head. I pressed my lips against hers. She opened for me, letting me guide her and control the kiss. Her mouth was cool and she tasted of spearmint. I deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth with my tongue.
I didn’t think I could get more aroused, until she moaned — a sweet, genuine sound. The sound of someone who wanted this. I had to pull back, or I’d be finding myself too close to completion just from kissing.
I backed us both up, and sat down in one of the wingback chairs in my room. I tugged at her arms. “Sit. Straddle me.”
She listened, pulling one leg up over my lap and then the other.
Having her sit like that opened her legs for me. Letting me see all of her most private places, the places no one else had seen, the places no one else had touched. It also put her perfect breasts close to my face.
I tugged her closer until she was pressed against my erection.
“Do you feel that?”
A nod.
“I’m hard. Because of you.” I put my hand on her backside and tugged her closer, letting her sex rub across my erection. “Do you like that?”
She nodded and flushed again, this time a deeper red than the earlier pink.
I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked.
Her head fell back. She moaned again. She sounded like she wanted this. I placed one hand on her backside, keeping her securely in my lap. I dipped one hand between her legs. She was wet with arousal. She moaned again, deeper.
I pushed my finger inside her, rubbing, back and forth.
She moved against me, and my pants became damp, with my own arousal and with hers. I released her breast and pulled my hand away from her body. Again, I found myself too close to finishing.
“We’re moving to the bed.”
I lifted her and carried her, lying her flat on the bed. I traced my hand over her peachy cream skin.
I wouldn’t restrain her yet. She wasn’t ready. I needed her to trust me first. “Arms above your head. Spread your legs.”
She obeyed.
I pushed my finger back inside her, gently, taking care to remember that no man had ever touched her here. “I’m the first man to see you like this.”
She nodded.
I crawled onto the bed and lowered my mouth between her legs.
Her delicate folds tasted sweet. Clean.
As I licked her body, she thrashed.
“Be still.” I wanted her still so I could look at her, but I was thankful that she was enjoying this, and reacting, not lying motionless like a statue.
She quit moving, but she was panting.
I found that I wanted to spank her. Not as punishment, but for pleasure. Just her, flipped over my lap, with my hand against her bare bottom. But she wasn’t ready.
As I curved my finger inside her, she climaxed. Her back arched. Her inner walls tightened, moving against my finger.
I gave her a few minutes to recover, admiring her body lying against my black bedspread.
After a few minutes, she opened her eyes. She met my gaze. “You may speak,” I said.
“What now?” she asked. Her voice was quiet.
I returned to sit in the chair we’d been using earlier. The height would make it easier on her.
I pointed at the floor. “Kneel.” I motioned toward the bed. “You may use a pillow from the bed. Use your hand to touch me. You won’t use your mouth tonight.” Having her use her mouth on me would come soon enough.
She dropped a pillow on the floor and knelt.
“Unbutton my pants.” She complied. “Now use your hand. Like this.” I demonstrated for her how I wanted to be touched.
Her eyes were glassy and unfocused, but she took my hard length in her delicate hand. She slid her hand up and down. “Tighten your grip.” Her hand on me was bringing me closer than I’d expected.
“Arch your back.” I liked seeing her breasts pressed forward. It made her nipples brush across the fabric of my pants.
I took one last glance at her hand sliding up and down and I was done. I threw my head back and groaned. Luckily I’d stashed a towel under the chair and I used it to clean myself up. Satisfied in a way I never had been before, I buttoned my pants.
Chrissy still knelt on the floor. Her head was bowed. She hadn’t moved. She hadn’t spoken.
“Is something wrong?”
She didn’t lift her head. “No.”
“Look at me. And don’t lie to me.”
She raised her head and met my eyes, just barely.
“I feel a little off,” she said.
“Off.” What the hell did she mean by that? “Why?”
“I’m not sure. I feel a little uneasy.”
“It was your first sexual experience. You’re bound to have some mixed emotions.”
Mixed emotions? Was that all? Why wasn’t she happy? What the hell had been wrong with it? What did I have to do to find someone who could handle what I wanted?
The last thing I needed was for her to post on social media and claim that I’d strong-armed her into this. She had not been forced. Why couldn’t she be happy?
It had been amazing for me. Exactly what I wanted. And yet she’d hated it.
I wanted to dismiss her. To send her on her way immediately so I didn’t have to look at her or deal with any fall out. But that would be asinine. Sending a young woman away after her first encounter like this was asking for something to go wrong. Very wrong. And I didn’t want to examine it too closely, but I also wanted her there.
I could tell myself it was for her comfort only.
Right.
I held my hand out to her. “Up.”
She placed her hand in mine and rose to her feet.
“Follow me.”
Still holding onto her hand, I led her across the room to my bed. I yanked the covers back. She was the first woman who’d been to my home. And now I was letting her lie in my bed against my better judgment, and even though she felt off after our time together.
I pointed at the sheets. “Lie down.”
“Why?”
“Are you supposed to be asking questions?”
She shook her head.
I found, to my immense irritation, that I wanted to answer her. I was not interested in self-examination. Nor did I have time to stop and ponder my motivation.
If I wanted her in my bed, then that’s all she needed to know.
She had better stick this out.
She lay against the pillows, stiffly at first. As I began to unbutton my shirt, she relaxed. “What?”
“I was wondering if you’d join me.”
What did it look like I was doing? I wanted to snap at her, but I held my tongue.
I draped my shirt over the foot of the bed, and removed my pants as well. I left on my undershirt and boxers. I took of my new Rolex watch and placed it on the bedside table.
As I joined her in bed, she naturally seemed to snuggle into my side. I slipped my arm under her shoulders and she rolled to her side, placing her head on my chest.
Was it possible she’d reached sub-space? I didn’t think it was possible with what we’d done. And she hadn’t said she felt floaty, just uneasy. Maybe she’d dropped immediately because she was so inexperienced.
“Even though we didn’t have sex, it was your first experience. You shouldn’t be alone. After more intense encounters, the dominant partner usually spends an hour or two with the submissive, even if they don’t live together.”
“Hmm. Sounds nice,” she murmured.
I relished the feeling of her body against mine. I wanted her to stay all night. I wanted this trial to work.
She slept against me for two hours. Now I needed some time to myself to process. I also didn’t want to come to depend on her sleeping in my bed, especially if she wasn’t going to stick around. I got up and collected her clothes. I laid them flat for her on the end of the bed.
“Hey.” I laid back down next to her and nudged her with my elbow. “Time to wake up.
She stretched and seemed to realize she wasn’t alone in bed. “Richard,” she whispered, but she didn’t sound upset.
I liked hearing my name on her lips.
I was already in too deep.
I moved from the bed and got dressed in my dress shirt and suit pants. I didn’t want to create too informal of an atmosphere so early on.
“I have a car waiting on you downstairs. The driver will take you back to your apartment for tonight.” I lay an envelope next to her on the bed. I had given her more than was required by the Wish Maker, but I didn’t want her to suffer because she’d been with me instead of working. Already, the thought of her going hungry was distressing to me.
“Here’s your check. And here’s five hundred in cash.” I took a step back. “I’ve laid your clothes out.”
She sat up sleepily. It was really cute. But I would never admit that.
“For me, tonight was a success. You submitted well, and if you are willing, you may move in tomorrow.”
To my relief, she nodded. “I felt like it was a success as well.”
“I’ll send for you tomorrow. You may being any of your belongings that you choose, but I’ll have a room here for you with everything you need.”
My thoughts were jumbled, more so than they’d been since I’d become an adult. Chrissy was exactly what I wanted. But I wasn’t sure she understood what she was getting into. I always tried to be brutally honest with myself, and the truth was that she was not here because she wanted to submit. She was here because she needed the money to save her little sister.
I had kept our interactions deliberately simple tonight.
What would happen when we delved into the darker side of my desires?
