"At first, it will be about sex and bringing physical pleasure to one another, but it's more than that, at least when this relationship is done right. We'll grow together, and I'll help you realize even though you may be submissive, you're a strong, confident woman underneath it."
She shook her head and looked down.
"You don't think that's true?" Luke asked, wondering what she truly expected to gain from this experience.
He stared at her and for a brief moment he considered asking her to leave. He couldn't help but notice what an exquisite young woman she was. Her long, brown hair fell down her back and curled gently at the ends. It appeared soft and smooth, and he wondered how it would smell. The color of her eyes matched her hair, but they showed so much uncertainty. Her skin was like porcelain; not a blemish on her face. He had to assume the rest of her body was just as flawless.
She looked up into his eyes, and for the first time he felt like he saw her. She was breathtaking, so young and new. He realized this might be a bigger mistake than he'd initially thought. He needed to focus if he expected to get through tonight.
"You've realized you want to be dominated," he continued. "That takes more courage than most women, or men for that matter, have. You showed up here even after I told you this wouldn't be easy. You're walking into unknown territory."
"Something keeps screaming at me that I need to try this," she admitted.
"Then let's try." He rose from his seat and extended his hand for her. They headed up the back staircase and to the submissive bedroom. He felt her body tense when she stopped in the doorway, so he turned to see what the problem was.
Her wide brown eyes perused the bedroom, and then the grip she had on his hand loosened.
"We're not going into the playroom this weekend," he said, because he suspected that was what she was afraid of. "As much as I'd like to tie you to the table in there and have you scream in pleasure, I don't think you're ready for that."
Luke's cock stiffened just thinking about binding and fucking her hard, but he didn't see them ever making it past this test weekend. And he wasn't taking an inexperienced sub into his playroom for just one night. He had a reputation to protect in this particular circle.
"This is where you'll sleep," he informed her. "My room is down the hall, and while we will play in there from time to time, you will not sleep in my bed unless you are invited."
"Do you ever invite your subs to sleep with you?"
"That's not your concern," he snapped. "And we're not in the kitchen, so you are not to speak freely here."
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
Luke felt bad for his abruptness, but he couldn't let his feelings about her being so young and naive become a weakness. She was here because he was a Dominant and she thought she was a submissive. They'd be finding out very soon if she had what it took.
"No need to apologize, Katherine," he said a bit softer. "This is still a learning process. Just pay attention to everything I tell you, follow my lead, and you'll be fine."
"Yes, Sir." She looked down at the floor and fidgeted with her hands.
"Much better," he assured her. "My bedroom is three doors down. "It's the one with the double doors at the end of the hall. I need to make a phone call, but when I'm finished, you will be in my room, waiting for me. If you've read the packet I gave you, you'll know what I expect of you."
Her eyes widened which indicated to him she knew exactly what he expected. He didn't think she'd go through with it.
"Still want to try?" He'd give her every opportunity to stop this.
"Yes."
"Yes?" He quirked a brow at her.
"Sir, I mean, yes, Sir, I want to try," she stammered. "I'm sorry."
Luke wondered how many more times she'd screw this up.
"Since this is a test weekend, you will use the word, ‘stop' as a safe word," he reminded her. "It's not a word typically used in this situation, and if you do become my sub, we'll decide on another word. But for tonight it'll do." This was all outlined in the packet he had given her in his office. "If I do something you don't like or if I'm pushing you too hard, you say that word and I'll stop the scene and we can discuss your fears. I'm not here to abuse you, and it's important for you to understand that you have the power." He'd have to change the safe word if they were going to progress with this arrangement, but since this was all so new to her, he believed that was the best word for now.
The skin between her eyebrows crinkled and he could tell she was confused.
"You may ask your question."
"I thought you had the power?"
"Hmm," he mused. "So, I see you haven't done all of your research." He headed for the door, being elusive on purpose. "I'll meet you in my bedroom in ten minutes. If you're late, I'll assume you've changed your mind."
He headed downstairs to his office. He didn't really need to make a phone call, although he did briefly ponder calling Colin, his friend and mentor, but Colin would just talk him out of this. Colin was the one who had introduced Luke to this lifestyle in the first place and helped him figure out who he really was. Colin would say he didn't need to train anyone, much less a twenty-one year old kid who'd only had one previous sexual partner and no experience in this way of life.
Luke had a stack of applications sitting on his desk, just waiting for him to choose the sub of his desires. He hadn't had any interest in looking at them since Katherine's information caught his eye. He'd have to pick a suitable applicant, but first he needed to get the gorgeous girl, hopefully waiting upstairs on her knees for him, out of his system. Then they could both move on from here.
He glanced at his watch before picking up her bag at the bottom of the staircase and depositing it in the sub bedroom. She wasn't in her room, so that must have meant she was in his.
Luke walked slowly down the hall, taking a deep breath before entering his room. Part of him kept thinking how wrong this was. What he was about to command her to do. But the other part of him rationalized and said she wanted to be here. He hadn't forced her to come to his home. She'd sought him out. He gave her the information and she came anyway.
He opened the doors and watched as she jumped. She quickly settled herself back into position and waited for him to speak. He could practically see her heart beating out of her chest as she anticipated his approach, but he took his time and it seemed like hours before he even moved from the doorway.
"Fuck!" he whispered so low he knew she didn't hear it.
He was instantly hard at the sight before him. She was kneeling in the corner by the French doors where he had placed pillows for her to rest on. The way the moonlight reflected around the dimly lit room illuminated off her pale skin. Her long dark hair fell over her shoulders and down her back. She was completely naked, on her knees, waiting to serve him. Totally submissive. It was beautiful. She was exactly the reason he participated in this lifestyle.
She didn't look up from the floor as he approached her, but her breathing picked up as he moved to stand directly in front of her. He stood over her for a few seconds as he watched her delicate body tremble.
"Look at me," he demanded in a soft but firm voice.
She raised her head only slightly as he reached down and took her chin in his hand. He needed to look into her eyes and make sure he wasn't doing anything to this remarkable creature she didn't want.
"Do you need to tell me anything?" he asked, offering her one last out before her mouth was otherwise occupied.
"No, Sir," she whispered.
With his hand still on her chin, he guided her up so that she was no longer resting on her calves. She was now on her knees and staring up at him, waiting for his command.
"Unbuckle my jeans," he murmured, never taking his eyes away from hers.
She reached up with shaky hands and did as he instructed. He could sense how anxious she was, and he hoped she'd find a way to overcome her nerves.
"Now my button and zipper," he directed her.
She swallowed hard and then did what he told her to. She waited for him to tell her what to do.
"I like how you're waiting for me to tell you to continue." He ran his fingers through her hair. He took a handful of those long, luscious locks and tightened his grip. She sucked in a sharp breath. "Take my pants and boxers off."