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Excitement flashed through her eyes before she pushed to her toes, kissing me enthusiastically. As her tongue slipped past my lips, I wasn’t even worried about what she would do because I was thrilled to be along for the ride.

KELLY

Boston

Waking up for the second time the morning after meeting Talia and Emory was surprisingly pleasant. I stretched, enjoying the ache that’d taken root in my abdominal muscles because of trying to breathe through his teasing last night. The covers on Nathan’s side of the bed were rumpled, but he was long gone, his side of the mattress cool to the touch. He was good at sneaking around when I was passed out, or maybe he’d just tired me out that much before we’d gone to bed.

Spending a quiet evening with friends where someone else was the one who initiated the conversation was nice. Admittedly, none of my friends had seen me come during a dinner party—like Nathan’s now had—but they’d also likely never had as much fun in a new relationship as I was having.

I knew that Nathan was likely not to expose me to things he’d done in the past when he was new to the scene, but I was excited to experience this with him.

When he’d found me at the wedding, I’d been wallowing in self-pity, struggling to understand where my life was headed. Now, I felt like while I had no idea what was going on with my career and didn’t want to get on the plane to return to my empty condo in Chicago, Nathan was here to support me and be the backbone that helped me through it.

Last night, he’d let me play with his underbed cuffs, restraining his arms while I gave him a teasing blow job. It’d ended with me climbing on top of him and riding him until I exploded, finally giving him permission to come with my hand sealed over his mouth to hold in his loud groans. I wasn’t worried about anyone hearing him, but it’d been fun to be the one who led things. I knew I wasn’t a pain Domme who liked to humiliate people, but I was trying to figure out if I could be what he needed. His checklist hadn’t indicated he needed any of that, but I was still a little insecure after him mentioning his last Domme, Grace.

“Ah, you’re awake.” Nathan leaned against the door frame to the hallway wearing low-slung plaid pajama pants and nothing else. My eyes traced the long, faint outline of the inguinal crease that sloped beneath the soft flannel, my mouth watering at the sudden need to lick him there. I had last night and discovered he was ticklish. I knew I needed to stop staring, but he’d activated a switch inside me or something—I was now constantly horny. And wet. I wasn’t sure if it was the increased water intake or just him—probably both.

“Quit looking at me like that,” he scolded, narrowing his eyes. “We need to talk and prepare some things before Friday.”

“Then don’t stand around wearing those,” I responded, laughing lightly at how he shook his head at me. “They’re almost as bad as the gray sweatpants.”

The mention of Friday caused me to shiver, part in excitement, part sheer nerves. When we stepped into that party, it’d be something I’d never experienced before. I knew that there would be things happening as the night went on that’d likely scare the shit out of me, but the part of me that loved submitting to Nathan and how he made me feel was beyond excited.

“I have breakfast ready in the living room. Get dressed and join me.”

Nodding, I pulled back the covers, enjoying the way he didn’t even bother to hide the fact he was observing me climb out of his bed naked. He watched as I purposefully bent down with my ass aimed right in his direction to gather my underwear from the foot of the bed. My dress had been placed on a hanger on a hook beside his closet door, and I smiled at the little ways he continued to look after me without having to be asked or seeking acknowledgement for it.

Nathan cared for me because he wanted to, and it gave him pleasure, not because it was expected. It made me want to find ways to do the same for him, but I wasn’t sure how. He seemed to beat me to everything, like making me breakfast.

“If you hurry, I’ll let you have two cups of coffee,” he teased as I pulled open the drawer in his long dresser that I’d packed my clean clothes inside yesterday. I needed to ask him where I could do laundry, not having had time before we left Evan’s house to take care of it.

“Hmm,” he hummed as I pulled out a pair of black joggers, another slouchy sweater, and some fuzzy socks. The concrete floors were nice in his apartment, but they held a little chill. “You know those will be off in an hour, right?”

“That’s what you think.” Looking back in his direction, I rolled my eyes and scoffed playfully, shaking my head as I stepped toward the bathroom door. Nathan’s usual tolerance of my behavior had shifted since we were back in his space, and my breath caught as he tilted his head down, pinning me with an intimidating eyebrow raise.

“What?” I asked innocently as I turned around in the doorway, the clothes in my hands the only thing poorly concealing my nudity from him.

“Change of plans,” he said, pointing to the floor. “Put the clothes down and crawl to the playroom.”

“What?” I asked, my heart pounding.

“You heard me. If I have to ask again, I’m not letting you come today.”

“Uh.” I knew my mouth was hanging open, waiting for him to smile or indicate he was joking. He continued to stare me down with his jaw clenched as he waited. Shit. He was serious.

“Would you like to add tomorrow, too?” he asked when I didn’t move.

“No, sir,” I responded quietly, quickly placing my clothes on the bathroom counter.

When I walked back into the bedroom, he’d moved the armoire to the side again and his biceps flexed as he pushed the double sliding doors open. Without turning around, he issued another command. “I said crawl. On your knees, sunshine.”

Dropping to my knees on the rug next to the bed, I looked down at the floor, trying to figure out which submissive pose he would want to see.

We hadn’t discussed that specifically earlier this morning when we’d talked about trying my first scene, but I found myself sitting back on my heels, placing my wrists against my thighs with my palms up, and finding a spot to stare at on the floor a few feet away.

Nathan left me sitting there, stepping into the adjoining room and turning on the light. I couldn’t see what he was doing but heard him moving things around, grumbling under his breath.

“Follow me,” he instructed after he’d returned to the bedroom, stopping right in front of me. I didn’t dare look up, afraid he would follow through on his threats from earlier. He’d asked if I wanted to start anal training today when we’d woken up, but we’d stayed in bed snuggling and talking, and I’d fallen asleep again before we made concrete plans. “Hands and knees. Slowly.”

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