He settled behind me, arms clutching me gently but with conviction. “Just tell me when you’re ready to go home,” he said softly. I could tell that despite coming down from our high, he was anxious to settle in.
He couldn’t wait to be a couple again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Cerise
WILLIAM, CANCEL WHATEVER SCENE YOU HAVE PLANNED. I WANT TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING. COME HOME AT FOUR, BECAUSE I NEED SOME TIME TO PREP.
ANYTHING YOU DESIRE, MY LOVE, he wrote back instantly.
So, yeah, William and I were in love. Love! Not just lust, not just like-like, but actual love. He turned my guts into pudding every time he said it, and he said it a lot.
And today I’d be showing him a side of me he had never seen. A side of me he probably never dreamed existed.
Truthfully, today would test us both.
Don’t get me wrong, I was thrilled with the relationship at this point—ubersatisfied and superhappy. The thing was, essentially, that my TRUE Domming was on hold. Ordering him around and “faking” restraining him was only getting my inner perv frustrated.
So, I asked myself, what’s something William and I haven’t explored yet? What will my newfound “love” allow me to do without feeling squicked or just flat-out wrong?
Then the idea hit me. I’d order him to do a little something different today.
I’d show him I truly meant I had changed. Not just for him, but for us.
I sat on my knees on the floor of my bedroom, clad only in a flowing sheer-white nightgown that fell all the way to my feet. I had curled my hair and applied a simple blush and gloss. I looked angelic.
I never hear William get home, so I just waited in anticipation for his arrival, knowing that any second he would find me. Bizzy got drenched at the thought.
Suddenly, he was in the doorway of our bedroom, looking at me with a charming yet puzzled expression. “Hey, beautiful,” he said, approaching me. “You look so innocent in that,” he said, smiling at my heavenly, sweet appearance.
“Thank you, Master,” I said, lifting my head and baring my naked throat to him. I held out a piece of studded leather. “I know how you like it when you put this on me,” I said, essentially starting the scene.
Yup, I went there. I was going to have William Dom today. I had to show him I was serious about changing.
He must know I would do anything for him. Including be more flexible in my nature.
His jaw dropped. It was like something out of a cartoon. William was usually excellent at keeping his emotions to himself, and not wearing his heart on his sleeve, but right now, I swore I’d never seen him so surprised.
“No,” he whispered, and nearly recoiled.
“I wanted to prove to you how I’ve changed. It’s not just the job stuff, William. I’ve changed inside. Let me show you what you mean to me. Take me.”
“I’d do anything for you,” he said, voice low, quiet, and tense, “but I can’t do this.”
“Vent your frustrations through the character. Prove your submission through domination.” I imagined William as the predator he was, and I felt my body clench. I was afraid I was going to pull a groin muscle just thinking of how hot he looks when he is serious.
“I just don’t think I could do that to you,” he said, softening, approaching me. “You’re the boss around here, and you know it.” He stroked my hair, and said, “You’re too good—I would be embarrassed to dominate you.”