Page 84 of A Lesson In Beginning

“I would like to call you wildfire.”

“Wildfire?” My brow arched in confusion at the term. I had heard babygirl, slave, kitten, and all manner of other names used at the club, but never a name like that.

“Yes. You’re unpredictable, electric, and so vibrant. You’ve burned a place in me, just like wildfire in a forest.” His words settled over me like the most beautiful, weighty truth. It touched me beyond measure.

“Wildfire. Hmm.”

“Do you like it? I can find another, if you wish.”

“No, no. This is personal. It’s something unique. Just between us. I like that.”

“Good. I like it, too. I’ve been thinking it in my mind every time I see you for the past two months, and it’s been one hell of a struggle to not use it before now. My wildfire.” His eyes roved over my face, my answering blush all I could manage under the heat of his stare.

“What shall I call you?” I asked, clearing my throat.

“I have gone by a few different names, though I’m open to suggestions and your thoughts on the matter.”

“I don’t think I could call you Daddy.” He laughed loudly at the idea, and I chuckled.

“No, that’s not one I’ve allowed submissives to use in the past. Well, not more than once, anyway. I think Sir fits well for the two of us. How do you feel about that?”

“I can do that.”

“Then why don’t you try it out wildfire?” I gave myself a moment’s reprieve, closing my eyes, almost meditating over the gravity of such a moment. The importance of such a step was not lost on me.

“I can do that, Sir.” My eyes fluttered open, looking up at him through my lashes. Inhaling sharply, his gaze intensified, his eyes darkening as the honorific fell from my lips.

“Tonight, I want your obedience. Trust me. Let me guide you. Can you do that for me, wildfire?” I nodded, and he immediately tsked. “Use your words, love.”

“Yes, I can, Sir.” My breathy words slipped over my lips like a lover’s kiss, my heart thundering in my chest.

“Good girl. Tonight I want to show you how pain can be pleasure. We toyed with it last time, but tonight, I’d like to spank you.”

“Spank me? Have I done something wrong, Sir?” Immediately, my brow furrowed in confusion and worry. Had I committed some transgression I was yet unaware of? I racked my brain, trying to think back to the last time I had seen him. I could think of nothing.

“No, no. You’ve not done anything wrong. Spanking isn’t just for punishments. It’s for fun, as well. Will you let me show you?” I started to nod my head, but remembered his words.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good fucking girl.” His smirk was completely sinister as he toyed with the neckline of my blouse. His hands moved down my body, taking the hem of my shirt and lifting it over my head.

He made quick work of my clothing, quickly discarding every article from my body until I stood stark naked before him. I made to cover myself with my hands, but he quickly grabbed both wrists, moving them back to my sides and telling me with nothing more than a look that I was to leave them there.

He stepped back, leaving me standing there awkwardly as he looked over my body slowly.

“You are exquisite, wildfire. Absolutely stunning.” He removed his own clothing, all save a pair of boxers that did little to hide his growing erection. “Come here.”

Leading me to the bed, he sat on the end of it, tapping his thigh with one hand. I moved to sit on his lap, feeling somewhat childish. He stopped me, however.

“No, lay over my thighs.”

“What?”

With a stern look, he repeated himself.

“Lay over my thighs, wildfire. Trust me.” In the most awkward and uniquely humiliating way imaginable, I laid myself over him, my stomach and chest resting on his thighs as I draped over him.

“This pert little ass has been calling to me for weeks. I’ve been dying to do this.”

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