Page 13 of Dominate Me

“Sir, um, do I have to?”

I tilted my head and feigned ignorance. “Did you not come here to learn submission? To speak with and be trained by a Dom?”

“I did, sir.”

She was remembering. I was almost disappointed. I wanted to warn her by reddening her ass and see what response that elicited.

“Then move to kneeling. I want to see your form.”

With only a slight hesitancy in her movements, she dropped to her knees.

Holy fuck. I gripped myself through my denim, uncaring that she saw. The thick, heavy bulge was noticeable and I needed relief.

I swallowed my groan and focused on the woman before me.

She was everything and nothing like Courtney. Dylan hadn’t been lying one single bit. She submitted easily, already responding to me, and she wanted it. She might not have needed it, but someday soon, she would. Yet she had all the confidence and a deep knowledge about herself and her needs that Courtney had lacked.

Stop comparing!

“Very good, pretty girl,” I commended and walked a small circle around her. “Straighten your spine but keep your head down.” She responded quickly, moving until the line of her back arched nice and tall and she kept her shoulders back. “Keep your heels together, and your ass on them, widen your knees as far as you can.” She obeyed without hesitating. Eager to learn. I liked it.

No, I fucking loved it.

“Normally, if we play together, you will clasp your hands together at the back of you. Nod if you understand.” Again, a quick response. “But tonight, we’re going to do something different. I want you to pull your skirt up to your waist, okay?”

I normally wouldn’t ask, and this was pushing it already. Dylan would probably want to cane me for this.

She listened.Thank God.“If you want me to be the one to train you—”

“I do.”

I squatted in front of her.

“I do, sir, I mean.” Her stammer was cute.

“How do you know?” I asked, at her eye level but not touching her. She didn’t lift her eyes to mine which was good, I hadn’t told her to.

“Because I trust Master Dylan and he said you’d be good for me. He’s been kind and forthcoming and patient with me, I see no reason to disbelieve him about this.”

Well, fuck. “Very well.” I stood up and dropped my hand back to my dick. “Push your panties to the side and show me your soaking-wet slit. It is wet, isn’t it? I’ve been able to smell you since we walked up those stairs earlier.”

A quick intake of breath, followed by a long pause.

“Remember,” I said, lowering my voice. “Submission is your call. I might be in charge, but this is an equal transfer of power. Always. Red means stop and yellow means slow down until we come up with our own safe words, okay?” She nodded immediately, her fingers resting on the inside of her thigh. “Do you need to say yellow?”

“No, sir.” She slid her black thong to the side and caught it with the fingertips of her other hand. She was holding herself open to me and every bit of her shaved and beautiful, pink pussy glistened with wetness. “I just needed to remember I had the option,” she finally said.

“Always. Look at me, Haley.” She pulled her eyes to mine and I flashed my most compassionate look. She would never know how important this was to me, but I hoped in time, I could ensure she knew I meant it. “Anytime we do anything, it’s always about you. I will stretch your limits, push you outside your comfort zone, but if you don’t like it, we try something new. My job is to please you, to bring you pleasure...you being pleasured is my reward, understand?”

“Yes...yes, sir.”

“Very good.” My mask slammed back in place. “Slide your fingers through your pussy. Soak up your wetness and play with your clit. I want to see how you get yourself off, how you’ll do it again when you get home tonight because as much as you want this right now, it’s still only barely enough to take the edge off your neediness.”

“God,” she whispered, her voice raw. “How do you know that?”

“Sir,” I responded for her. I leaned forward and whispered, “And if you forget that word again, the first thing we’ll do after our next meeting is try out my spanking bench. Now obey.”

“Sorry, sir,” she said, even as she began doing what I said. And in the exact same order. Her fingers, nails painted a red to match her toes, slid through her pussy. I heard them sliding, couldn’t pull my eyes off her. The outer walls of her vagina pulsed, trying to suck her fingers inside of her and her clit was so swollen it was visible. She trembled from her own ministrations and dragged her finger from her pussy to her clit, gently flicking it back and forth.

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