Page 46 of The High Price Of Loneliness

Angelica turned around first and then said, “Yes, sir,” having already complied. Gray further guided her, “Now, Kitten, lean your head back into my chest, please.”

“Yes, sir,” said Angelica, the words oozing out as she leaned back and into him. Now resting on his muscular frame, a slight smile began spreading on her face as she added, “You always know just how to make me feel comfortable again, sir.”

He replied, “Which is one of the things we talked about at our brunch on Saturday, if you recall. So, when there is a problem when we are out in public, with anyone you meet, what are you supposed to do right away, Kitten?”

Angelica thought about their deep conversation after the horrible episode at the black-tie affair in Tampa and how angry he had become when first he felt betrayed. But he listened to her, and they had become much closer in their bond when they could talk openly and fully about everything. She paused and then replied, “I am supposed to come to you with any kind of problem, big or small, so that nothing can ever come between us, sir.”

Edward stroked the outsides of both her shoulders and down her arms as he said, “That was very well said, Angelica. I am impressed with how you put that.”

“Thank you, sir,” she replied, smiling. She loved to hear his words of affirmation for her.

Then Gray gently confronted the trust with her. “But did you do that yesterday or today?” he asked.

“No, sir,” she replied and added, “I let fear get the best of me again.”

Then came the obvious question from Edward, still hanging in the air. “And how did you feel the moment you were in my arms and talking with me?” he inquired, already knowing full well what the answer would be.

Angelica exhaled deeply before answering, still leaning back into Edward, feeling his reassuring strokes and his powerful but patient energy. “Relieved. I felt the stress and worry run out of me, Edward, the moment I felt your touch and heard your voice.”

His hands moved from stroking her arms and shoulder to now gently roaming across her ample round breasts as he spoke into her ear in his deep voice. “Let’s agree not to let the labels you discover on a Google search or anyone else’s opinions define us. Let’s agree that a Dominant and submissive relationship requires exceptional communication,” he said as her eyes slowly closed, feeling her aching breasts starting to bud up against his gentle strokes. Gray added, “And finally, let’s agree that building trust at our deepest darkest levels can only truly last if we test it always and often.”

Angelica arched her back slightly to press her breasts into Edward’s hands more fully, but they slipped downward across her tight toned stomach to the top of her hips. Her skirt was no match for his fingers on a mission to find her mound. Saying each word slowly for emphasis, he probed with his voice, “Do you understand, Angelica?”

“Yes, sir,” she gasped, feeling her moist excitement rising as his fingertips expertly found their mark.

He rewarded her with several soft but rapid strokes before his invitation for more. “That’s my very special Kitten. I was hoping you could come with me to the Red Playroom so I can teach you a new little ceremony that I think you will be very excited about. Plus, I ordered something new for you to wear tonight and to bring on our trip this weekend.”

Angelica gasped, “Yes, sir!” as Edward gave her several more light little strokes inside her now completely creamy panties before gently releasing her to get ready. She swept her wine glass off the kitchen countertop to bring with her as she grasped Edward’s hand in hers and started literally pulling him toward the elevator to the Playroom.

Gray laughed out loud. “Well, someone is an eager beaver now all of a sudden,” he said about the complete and total change from apprehension to excitement in Angelica. Only Edward’s touch and voice could flip all her switches on inside of her. Her biggest fear deep down inside would be ever losing him.

She walked briskly to the Playroom door, where she dutifully waited for him to open the locked entrance to their alternate world. Gray opened the heavy wood door and gestured for her to enter. Inside, the lights were already red and dim with the pulse of Enigma music playing. Angelica set her wine down on the drinks bar inside the Playroom door and asked him, “What would you like me to do first?”

Edward returned to his position, standing just behind her, to remind her body and pumping heart of the sensual energy they had moments before. Angelica responded to the feeling of his hands on her shoulders and neck as if they were her innermost reaches.

Guiding her mind, he said, “First, let me explain the purpose and meaning of First Position. Without that, it becomes much less significant,” he explained. “Each time you come to the Playroom, or if I ask you to go to the bedroom and prepare for me on our trip this weekend, I would like you to change into your robe or very sexy lingerie. Then, by yourself, come to the foot of the bed precisely in the center please,” he said, encouraging her to move to that exact spot.

He continued, “Now, I would like you to climb onto the foot of the bed kneeling with your knees apart about shoulder width for good balance. Then, just relax sitting on your heels for me. Can you try that for me, Angelica?”

“Yes, sir,” she replied dutifully and climbed onto the bed on her knees and sat on her heels just as he described.

Gray encouraged her and said, “Excellent! Are you comfortable?”

“Yes, sir, thank you for asking,” he responded and was happy that he was checking on her well-being.

Edward probed further to be sure. “No knee or back issues that would cause you any discomfort to sit in this position for perhaps two or three minutes?” he asked, seeking her consent.

She replied, “It feels fine now, but if it ever becomes uncomfortable, may I request to change position, sir?”

Gray smiled at her understanding. “Thank you for the question, and yes, you may ask or use your safe words anytime as communication is always encouraged,” he said, adding one final bit of instruction. “The final touch to First Position is placing your hands on each of your knees with your palms facing upward.” Gray added, “This last gesture symbolizes that you are open and available to your Master which is a high honor.”

“Like this, sir?” Angelica asked, looking for his approval.

Gray looked at her, sitting obediently on her knees, with her gorgeous heart-shaped derriere resting on her heels, palms upward resting on her knees, symbolizing her open readiness to please him in any way he might wish within her hard limits they had agreed to, of course. He leaned into her neck and ear to speak quietly in his deepest voice. “You look perfect,” he confirmed to her, and unable to resist, added, “You are so coachable!” Angelica smiled and loved that he was so pleased with her for something as simple as kneeling on the bed. But, of course, the way he described it as a high honor, she was now starting to see why it was such a big deal to him. It was an unspoken symbol of her devotion to him.

He led her forward from here and said, “In just a moment, I would like you to go across the hall and change into a new sheer robe that I ordered for you. It is for you to wear this evening and bring with you on our weekend trip. Tonight, I would like you to wear nothing but the sheer robe for me. Once you change into it, I would like you to return to the Playroom by yourself. This time, I will not be here just yet. Please get into First Position for me and wait for your sir’s arrival. Do not turn or speak when you hear me enter and close the door behind me. Simply wait in First Position for me. Can you do this very special ceremony for me?”

Angelica felt the bond growing deeper with Edward, with their expanding secret world. The special ceremony was now hers to give only to him, as she said with a soft whisper, “Yes, sir…I am happy to do this for you if it pleases you.” She added, “May I go and get ready for you now?”

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