But after feeling that little bit of satisfaction and power over making him feel the way she had in his bedroom she couldn't let this go. It was the only thing in her life she found fulfilling. As much as she wanted it to be with him, she'd be willing to explore other options. She wasn't sure where she'd found that burst of courage to ask him to find someone else for her, but she was glad she did.
This time she arrived at his house on Saturday afternoon, per his request. He greeted her and led her to the family room. She felt awkward and ashamed to be standing in front of him after what had taken place the last time she was here.
She was extremely unsettled by his demeanor. His frame was tall and muscular, and he had the most perfect posture she'd ever seen. He towered over her, making her feel even more intimated than she already did. He looked different than that day in his office. His hair was untamed and instead of a suit, he was wearing faded blue jeans and a tight, form-fitting black t-shirt that displayed his well-defined chest and shoulders. This was how he'd been dressed for their first test weekend, and Katherine wondered if it was his Dom uniform.
"Please sit down," he instructed.
She sat on the loveseat while he chose to sit on the chair across from her. She was grateful he was sitting, because it made her particularly nervous when he paced.
She also noticed he didn't believe in wasting any time. "I apologize for the way things turned out the other night. I wasn't sure you'd agree to come back, so thank you for keeping an open mind."
She nodded.
"This room is another place where you may speak freely," he told her. "Just remember to be respectful."
"Why did you change your mind?" she asked, because she thought it was important to know so she didn't end up blowing him and then getting kicked to the curb again. That had to be the most humiliating experience of her life. She was mortified that after doing something so intimate with him, he could inform her a few minutes later that it wasn't going to work out.
"Because I didn't think you were serious about this until you asked me for a referral," he admitted. "I'm not handing you over to someone else. If you want to do this, it needs to be me who shows you."
"Why?" She wasn't clear on the ‘it had to be him' part and wanted an explanation.
"I don't need to explain myself." He sighed. "But I'll just tell you that you won't regret it."
"I can do this," she told him with certainty.
"There isn't any doubt in my mind that you can do it. I see how submissive you are, but that might not be enough."
"I want to do this. Please teach me."
He stood up so abruptly it frightened her. He extended his hand and said, "Come."
"Yes, Sir." She stood and followed him upstairs. She wondered where they were headed. They passed both his and the submissive bedrooms and then stopped directly in front of the door at the opposite end of the hall. At first, she thought he was taking her to a dungeon or a cage. Again, she realized she had no idea what she was getting herself into. She'd clearly read too much on the internet, or at least she hoped he didn't have a cage. Her imagination was getting the better of her.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a black silk scarf. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes, Sir." He frightened her, but oddly, trust wasn't an issue. There was something in his eyes, a look that made her feel special, that made her think she could put her faith in him.
He moved behind her, placed the scarf over her eyes, and gently tied it around her head. She couldn't see anything but darkness, and she guessed that was the point. She felt his breath against her ear. It sent chills down her back.
"You'll need to trust me," he whispered. "You may use the safe word ‘stop' if I'm doing something you don't like. Nod if you understand."
She swallowed hard, but managed to nod.
"You won't speak unless you are asked a direct question. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good girl." His warm tongue brushed against her earlobe making her more nervous than she already was. Then she heard the sound of the doorknob turning. He took her hand and tugged her forward. She immediately noticed the temperature in this new room was a few degrees cooler than the rest of the house. It caused her to shiver, but that reaction could also have been from nerves.
She jumped at the sound of the door shutting behind them, and she wanted desperately to see where they were. He continued to lead her deeper into the room, and she stumbled a couple of times before finding her balance. It was extremely disorienting not to be able to see if anything was in front of her, but she trusted he wouldn't let her bang into anything.
He turned her body slightly and leaned into her ear. His warm breath sent a vibration down her body that landed right between her thighs. This man was a total panty dropper even without being able to see his face.
"Nothing will happen in here that you don't want," he said. "You hold all the power. If you tell me to stop then it's over. Nod if you understand."
She nodded, because she understood, but had no intentions of telling him to stop.
He moved away from her, and she instantly missed his presence. She didn't dare move because, one, she didn't know where she was and what she could smack into, and two, she wasn't told she could move. So, she stood frozen and waited for him to tell her what to do next. Katherine quickly recalled from their last meeting that Luke didn't allow much room for error, and now she was afraid she wouldn't be able to go through with this after all. What if I disappointed him? What if this is something I can't handle?
She heard noises behind her, like a drawer opening and closing and then footsteps coming toward her. He was close enough now that his warm breath caressed her lips as he took her hands and placed them against his chest. He'd removed his shirt so she could now feel his smooth, bare skin as he moved her hands up and down the hard planes of his stomach and chest, finally resting them on his shoulders. His body was warm, and he was breathing heavily.
"We're in my playroom, if you haven't already figured that out," he spoke against her jaw. He smelled so clean and fresh, like shaving cream and soap. It occurred to Katherine that he must have showered before she arrived.
She had this incredible urge to turn her face and kiss him, but she was certain that wasn't allowed. He slowly trailed his lips down her jaw and to her neck. Her body was on fire, and suddenly it didn't feel as cool as she'd initially thought it was in this room. A thin layer of cold sweat began to gather at the nape of her neck. The closer he got to her and the more he whispered in her ear, the more she wanted. She had this overwhelming urge to please him.
"I still don't think you're ready for what's in this room," he said. "So, you'll remain blindfolded."
She didn't want to see the room as much as she wanted to see him. Her mind was in overdrive thinking about what he looked like without a shirt. Yeah, she had already seen his massive cock, but she wanted to see the whole package. She was certain he was amazing.
He took her hands and pulled her forward. She was so disoriented she didn't know if she was facing toward the door or the opposite end of the room. It was so quiet that the only sound she could hear was their breathing until she heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper being lowered. The next thing she felt was him pulling her to stand between his legs. Her knees hit something hard, almost like a metal object, and she realized he was sitting. He took her hand and rubbed it against the smooth skin of his erection.
"Feel what you're doing to me," he said. "Having you here, submitting to my every desire has made me hard and I want to come. Maybe if you're a good girl, I'll allow you a release this time."
Oh please, she wanted to scream. When she'd left here last week, she'd been so keyed up. She thought she might explode if he didn't do something to relive this ache between her thighs. It might have been the only reason she agreed to come back and put herself through this. She'd spent all week fantasizing about his thin, sexy lips, and those eyes. They were the most unique shade of green she'd ever seen. And she couldn't stop thinking about the sounds he'd made when she was sucking him off. Katherine took satisfaction in the fact that she elicited those feral sounds from deep within his chest. The more he liked it, the harder he pulled her hair. That made her feel powerful, just like he said it would. She was practically dripping down her thighs and he hadn't even touched her. She should have been sickened by a practical stranger releasing in her mouth, but it turned her on and made her want him even more. She could never have imagined the pleasure she'd gain by performing such a forbidden act.