Page 87 of Truth

“Thursday. She says she doesn’t have class that day.”

“I want you to call me before you leave and the moment you return home.” It was the only way I wouldn’t drive myself crazy with worry. Knowing she was out with someone I barely knew was going to be bad enough.

“Yes, Sir.”

Giving her a kiss to show her my pleasure, I let my lips linger against hers. It would be so easy to forget about everything else and take her to bed, but there were things we needed to discuss. I chose the easiest first. “Did Lily say anything to you about this weekend?”

She shook her head.

“You and I are going to be going over to Logan and Lily’s Saturday afternoon.”

I waited for that to sink in. “Okay.”

Running my hands up and down her arms and back, I was hoping to detect any adverse reaction she might have to my next bit of information. “You know Logan and Lily have a Dominant and submissive relationship.” She nodded. “I’ve asked them to perform a scene for us.”

She was quiet. When she met my gaze, I could tell she was confused as to my meaning. “I don’t understand.”

“Brianna, you and I have talked about you being my submissive, correct?”

“Yes.” The muscles under my hands tensed as her anxiety increased. I tried my best to comfort her without changing our position or breaking eye contact.

“I know the idea still scares you, sweetheart, and I want you to see a couple you know and trust engaging in a scene.” Wanting to reassure her, I continued. “All we’re going to do is observe. You’ll be with me the entire time. I want you to watch, and if you have questions before or after, you may ask them to any of us, all right? I want you to be comfortable with this, Brianna. With us.”

Her lower lip began to tremble before she pressed them both tightly together. Running my thumb over her lips, she gradually relaxed them.

“Talk to me.”

“Is...”

“Go on, love. Tell me what’s bothering you.”

“Is he going to hurt Lily?”

“No. I promise you, he won’t hurt Lily. It’s what I’ve explained to you before. Everything they do together, everything he does to her, she has consented to. You remember your safewords?”

She nodded.

“Lily has safewords, too. If something is wrong, she can use them just as you can. And if something happens Saturday that bothers you, I’ll be right there.”

Brianna wasn’t completely comfortable, so I waited for her to gather her thoughts. “Does Lily know?”

“Yes, Lily knows.”

She considered this new information for several minutes before I felt her tension ease.

“You and Lily are going to talk both before and after the scene. I want you to ask anything you want to, Brianna. Anything, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir. I understand.”

“Good girl. Now why don’t you tell me about this newest book you’re reading? Is it as good as the last one?”

The rest of our evening was spent discussing her book and watching some television. There might have been some making out mixed in there, too... and some groping. I could try to pass it off as an attempt to get her mind off the serious things we’d talked about, but it would be a flat-out lie. Keeping my hands off Brianna was a near impossibility. Knowing she welcomed my attentions didn’t help quell my impulses either.

On Wednesday morning, I woke her up before the alarm. There was nothing better than feasting on her pussy first thing, except maybe following that up with making love to her.

Morning sex was new to me. Before Brianna, I’d never had sex before breakfast. Prior to college, I’d never spent the whole night with a woman. It was usually a quick—or not so quick—fuck in the back of a car or up against a wall or, if we were lucky, in a bed. None of the women had been looking for anything long-term. They wanted a young stud to take care of their needs before going on their way. At the time, that had worked for me.

Sarah was perhaps the closest I’d come to what Brianna and I had. We had been together over a year. During the week, we would hang out, go to clubs or parties. It was college, so there had been plenty of opportunities to blow off some steam after classes. The sexual part of our relationship had typically been confined to the weekends and our arrangement. On the two occasions we’d fallen asleep studying, there’d been nothing remotely romantic about waking up the next morning.

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