Grant smiled and nodded.
“I don’t know, Sir. I’ve never done any of that.”
“You’ve never had even a finger in your ass?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No. My husband was very traditional.”
She didn’t have to say more. He understood that she probably only had missionary sex with her husband. It thrilled him because he would be the one to teach her everything else.
“I guarantee you’ll love everything I do to you.”
Sara glanced at the couple and then back at him. “But he looks like he’s hurting her. He’s being a little violent.”
Grant pointed at the woman’s face. “Look at her and tell me what you see?”
The woman’s face was toward them, and he could see her heightened desire and her begging for more. He waited for a moment.
“It looks like she likes it?” Sara murmured.
“I can guarantee she loves it. Those two have been together for over a decade, so he knows what she needs to get the most pleasure. The majority of Doms I know work hard to make their subs feel as good as they can. They want to give them everything.”
“What about the Doms? What do they get out of it?” Sara asked.
“They get their pleasure through their submissives. It turns me on when I see how hot you are for me. I want to make you feel good over and over again and find everything that pleases you.”
She leaned back against him. “Can we go home, Master?”
His breath caught in his throat. Sara calling him that made him feel even closer to her. He knew as time passed, the more they would bond, the better.
“Yes, Little Sub. Let’s go.”
He led her out to his truck, lifted her in, and buckled her seat belt. They were both quiet on the ride home, but they never let go of each other’s hands.
“Will you stay with me tonight?” she asked.
“Yes. I’d love to.”
She smiled and looked out the front window.
They pulled into her driveway and parked. He looked at the dark house. “I want you to turn a few lights on when you leave the house.”
She nodded and leaned against him as they walked up to the door. He took the key from her, unlocked the door, and handed it back.
She turned the kitchen light on and chuckled when her dogs came running to say hi. Sara petted them for a moment.
He rubbed a hand up and down her back. “Come on, Sweetheart. You’re about ready to drop.”
“I want a quick shower before bed. Is that okay?”
He nodded. “Of course. I’ll take one after you.”
Grant sat on the bed to pull his boots off as she started to strip out of her outfit. She came over to him and lifted her hair.
“Can you unhook this for me, please?”
“Sure.”
He tossed the bustier off to the side and watched her walk into the bathroom. “Keep the door open.”