Page 72 of A Master's Destiny
The intense feeling of attraction I experienced during the practicum returns in full force.
“You might find this humorous, Thane. I certainly do…” she states. “I have found that when two Dominants are sexually attracted to each other, vanilla sex can offer a safe release for the couple.”
I chuckle. “I’ve never considered such a thing but can certainly see the benefits.”
“What do you say we finish up here and test out that theory?”
My cock immediately hardens in response. “I can think of nothing else I would rather do.”
“Good,” she says, smiling.
When I raise my hand to signal the waiter for the check, she gently lowers my arm. “I failed to mention it, but my brother is the cook and owner. We can leave whenever we like.”
I pull out my wallet and leave a generous tip before I take Natalie’s hand and help her out of the booth.
“Where would you like to go?” I ask as I open the car door for her.
“Neutral ground is best.”
“We passed by a hotel near here,” I suggest.
Her eyes are beguiling when she answers, “Perfect.”
Heading to the hotel, I can’t help asking her, “Why me when you could have anyone at the Center—hell, anyone in the whole BDSM community?”
She eyes me lustfully. “You are not only a handsome man, Thane Davis, but you have a level of maturity that is rare for someone your age.”
I smirk. “We’re not that far apart age-wise. Maybe four or five years?”
“I turned thirty this year,” she laughs lightly.
“Well, you certainly don’t look it.”
“Age is meaningless to me,” she declares. “The only thing that matters is the connection you feel with a person.”
“I agree completely.”
Natalie insists on paying for the room, but to protect our privacy, I make sure to register it under a false name.
Full of bravado leading up to this moment, once I enter the hotel room, I’m suddenly hit with a bout of uncharacteristic shyness. Chuckling, I walk over to her and lightly graze my fingers against her cheek. “I must admit, I’m feeling a little intimidated by vanilla sex.”
She laughs as she sits down on the bed and slips off her high heels. “That is the great thing about a BDSM scene. The parameters are set and, as the Dominant, you are in complete control.”
“Exactly,” I agree, sitting on the other side of the bed to slip off my dress shoes.
While I might be suffering from shyness, my cock certainly is not. After shedding my jacket and shirt, I stand up to finish undressing and catch Natalie’s eye.
She glances at the bulge in my dress pants and nods appreciatively. “This should be fun.”
Once we’re both naked, I lie down beside her and take in her body with my eyes—the fullness of her breasts, the sexy curve of her waist, and the small tattoo of a phoenix on her right hip.
I refrain from making the first move, which is a challenge for me.
“Shall we start with a kiss?” she suggests. “A kiss can tell you a lot about a person.”
Natalie moves closer and I slide my hand into the deep nest of curls at the back of her head as our lips connect. Her soft moan ignites my rampant desire and the two of us ravage each other. Our bruising kisses deepen as she runs her fingers through my hair.
The chemistry between us is intense, and the strangeness of vanilla sex adds an element of the unknown as I navigate it. I suck in my breath when I feel her hand grasp my cock.
