Page 27 of Salacious Desires

He pulls into a large parking lot and quickly finds a spot, then turns toward me.

Biting my bottom lip, I glance at him. “Is that what we have? A relationship?”

His dark eyes turn into pools of warmth, and I want to melt into him forever because I know I’d be safe.

“We have something like that, baby. I’m going slowly because you’ve been through some shit, and I don’t want to bulldoze you with my dominance. I can be a lot.”

“How so?”

He stares at me for several seconds before letting out a deep breath. “I like to be in control. Of everything. Picking out your clothes each day. Your food. Your bedtime. Everything. Some Doms don’t need that much control, but I do. The last woman I tried to date and have a dynamic with like that got tired of it quickly.”

“Why?”

His thumb moves in slow motion over the back of my hand. I’m not sure if he’s doing it to soothe me or himself.

“Because some women only want to be submissive in the bedroom. That’s what she wanted. I’m afraid that after what you’ve been through, I’d be too much for you. I’d never want to make you feel like you’re in a prison like you were before.”

I huff out a laugh. “I don’t think you’d ever make me feel that way. In the past day, you’ve made me feel more like a princess than I’ve ever felt in my life. It’s been so nice. Especially since making decisions is hard for me. I’ve never had the chance to do it before, so now, I struggle with choices. Having you order my food and pick my nail polish was a relief, if I’m totally honest.”

“I’m glad, baby. As a Dom, I want my submissive to feel taken care of and cherished, not repressed.”

“What if I’m not good at being submissive? I’ve watched several scenes at Edge, and I’m not sure I could do all that stuff. It looks…painful.” I shudder.

He grins and moves his hand to the side of my face, cupping it gently. “Well, the good news for you is that I’m not into a lot of that stuff you see. I’m more of a sensual Dom. Light bondage, spankings, orgasm control, things like that. I don’t enjoy giving a lot of pain or taking the time to tie a bunch of pretty knots. Especially when there’s already something so beautiful in front of me.”

My clit has a pulse, and I think that’s a good thing. What would it feel like if I rubbed it right now? Or if he rubbed it? Would I finally feel the pleasure that Hannah told me about?

“Let’s table this discussion for a bit. It can be overwhelming, and you have another appointment to get to.”

I squirm in the passenger seat and nod. “Okay. What are we doing now?”

He winks at me. “You’ll see.”

A few minutes later, he’s leading me into a bright store full of vibrant signs indicating different makeup brands. Everything about the store feels fabulous. From the glittery white marble floor to the fancy chandeliers hanging all around the space. Women dressed all in black with nametags flutter around. It’s overwhelming. It’s also exciting.

“Hello! Can I help you?”

Drake keeps hold of my hand as he steps forward, almost shielding me from the woman. It’s protective, and I love it, especially since I wouldn’t have any clue what to say to her.

“We have an appointment with a makeup artist.”

“Oh. That’s great. Right this way.”

She leads us to an area at the back of the store that is set up with chairs and vanities with LED lights framing them. It almost looks like something you’d see in a movie.

“Have a seat, and I’ll grab Amanda. She’ll be the artist you work with today.”

When the woman scurries away, Drake nudges me toward the chair.

“What are we doing here?” I ask as I sit and stare at him in the reflection of the mirror.

“You said you wanted to try makeup one day. So, you’re going to spend time with a makeup artist who will teach you about applying makeup, and she’ll also help you choose all the shades that will match your skin tone.”

My mouth drops open, and emotion swells in my chest to the point that it’s hard to swallow. Tears burn my eyes. I twist in the seat and look up at him, my bottom lip trembling.

I can’t speak, but whatever he sees on my face is enough because he leans down and gives me a gentle kiss. “You deserve all of this, Lily. Don’t ever forget that. You’re beautiful without makeup, but you’ll be beautiful with it, too, and if it makes you happy to wear it, then I want you to wear it. I’m going to give you everything you haven’t had.”

I’m not sure I’ve ever loved anyone before in my life. I’m not even sure I know what love feels like, but I’m starting to think I might be falling in love with Drake.

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