Page 12 of All The Happily Ever Afters

She shakes her head and almost refuses to answer.

“What did I say?” although it’s a question, there’s a command in my tone.

She recognizes it and considers me for a moment. She may not know it, but this is just like any other submission. She can choose to trust that she can trust me and answer the question honestly, or she can blow it off or hide from it and run without giving me a chance. I wait with baited breath for her choice.

And finally she answers, “I just didn’t realize you did this a lot.”

It doesn’t take me long to read between the lines. I stand and make my way over to her, holding her gaze. “Do you think I fuck a lot, Alena?” I walk close enough to touch her, but I don’t yet. “You think this is a game for me and you don’t want to be used and tossed aside?”

I know that’s exactly what she’s thinking. And why wouldn’t she? I work in the business of selling sex and she’s going to want a commitment. She needs one.

“I don’t.” I tell her the truth. “This isn’t about a quick fuck for me. I’m not a playboy. I didn’t bring you here to toy with you.I want to see if this can work between us.” I’m not ready to fall back into the deep relationship we had before. Not just yet. But I won’t lie and say it’s not something that’s on the forefront of my mind. I want her as a submissive, but I can give her more than that.

I can give her everything, if only she’ll let me.

“What do you want from me then?” she asks.

“I just want a chance. One I never got before.” I take a step closer and gently brush my hand along her jaw, leaning in so I can whisper against her lips. “I want to show you how much you’d love it.”

Her eyes close and I know she wants the same.

As she leans in, I pull away slightly. I need her to submit before I can give her anything else. She opens her eyes instantly at the loss of my touch. Her breathing is heavy and I know she’s feeling insecure. I don’t want that. But I need this first. It’s too big a part of my life and my desires.

“Do you want to try it?” I ask and gesture to the bench behind her. It’s a spanking bench made of plush leather and steel.

She turns to look behind her, pushing her soft brunette hair out of her face.

“Right now?” she asks.

I nod my head once, “right now.”

She may not be ready just yet. And I can wait, I can take it slow. But she’s in need and I’m desperate to fulfill those needs.

“I don’t know,” she answers honestly.

“What don’t you know about?”

“I don’t think I trust myself right now,” she smiles slightly letting out a small nervous laugh.

“You don’t need to, just trust me.” I look into her eyes and plead with her to give me this. To giveusthis. “I still want you Alena. I’ve never stopped wanting you.”

She takes in a sharp breath, her hazel eyes heating with a lust that makes my dick harden.

“I want to,” she whispers.

“What do you want?” I ask her.

“I want to... try it out.” She barely gets the words out, but I heard them and it’s all I need.

ALENA

My heart is racing out of my chest.

What am I even doing?

I feel drunk from the pure seductive nature of this atmosphere. And fromhim. He always made me weak and he’s doing it again right now.

Seeing him in this very room is a dream come true. But it’s terrifying at same time. I feel like a naive girl all over again. I close my eyes and walk over to the bench. I want to do this. This is why I came here in the first place

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