Not Damaged(20)

Ryan listened to her explain everything they’d done with each other. From the sounds of it, Jake treated her like an experimenting girlfriend. No formal training or proper etiquette discussed between them.

“You know he’s a Dominant, right?”

“When Jake first discussed his thoughts with me I did a lot of research. I found stuff on the net and made my own assumptions. He never did what was described online.” She looked down at her hands, which were squeezed together in her lap.

The waiter placed their meal in front of them. Ryan thanked the man then started eating. “What did you read online?”

“Stuff about a Dom and a submissive.” She wouldn’t look at him. His curiosity rising, he took a chunk of steak and chewed the succulent meat.

“Tell me about what you liked. Don’t leave anything out.”

Jesse looked up at him then down at her meal.

“Remember, no running. I’m here to stay, baby.”

She took some chicken into her mouth, licking her lips.

“I liked the relationship some of the sites portrayed. I even read a few short stories and some blogs that gave advice.” She stopped to eat some more. He forgot all about everyone around the restaurant. His focus directed only at her. “The Dom was totally devoted to his woman. He didn’t want to share her with anyone but he showed her off to the community. They were allowed to look but not touch. She called him Sir or Master and she did so willingly. Everything about their relationship was strong even though she did as he asked all the time.”#p#分页标题#e#

“What about punishments?” he asked.

“Her punishments were deserved as she disobeyed him. He never beat her or cut her off. Everything he did was to improve her behavior but to also show her how much he cared.”

And there was Jesse’s yearning. For so long people cared but always walked away. None of the men in her life made her feel treasured and left once she opened up to them.

“I want to ask you something and you’ve got to be honest with me.”

“I’ll do anything,” she said, pleading with him.

“I’m a Dom, Jesse. I trained to handle subs from punishment to pleasure. I’ve seen Natalie be punished for an indiscretion toward her Master. I’ve watched subs get collared and seen relationships bloom. There are bad sides to the lifestyle, I’m not going to lie, there are bad just like there are good sides.” He motioned for her to continue eating while he talked. “You’re a submissive, Jesse. It’s good and it shows your strength. Tomorrow, I would like to explore this dynamic between us. I’m asking you to come to my home where you’ll be my sub. It will be light play, nothing hard core or painful. I’ll show you my playroom along with my toys. It’s up to you what you decide.”



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Jesse agreed. Every time she read something on line or saw couples at the club she’d found her arousal intensify. Jake talked to her about the lifestyle but he never played it out with her. He wouldn’t be her Dom as he only agreed to give her pleasure. She finished her meal, except for some potatoes. Her stomach was in knots staring across the table at him.

Several women kept looking their way admiring him. She wanted to claw their eyes out. Ryan was her man. He ordered a chocolate cheesecake for desert with extra cream. Across the table he fed her from his fork. She leaned in close keeping her eyes on his lips as he ate the desert himself.

Ryan would be her Dom. Damn, she’d have to phone her family to explain her no appearance at Sunday lunch.

“Will I be able to phone my parents tomorrow? I always have lunch with them on Sunday but I’d like to spend the day with you.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in case your father wants to talk to me.”

He finished up the cheesecake, giving her the last forkful. She waited peacefully while he handled the bill. The waiter smiled at her. Jesse didn’t smile back or say anything to him. Her attention was on the man who’d captured her heart.

Freezing in her seat, she watched Ryan sign his name.

Captured her heart? What did that mean?

“Are you ready to leave?” he asked.

They left the restaurant together. A wrap or coat was unnecessary against the heat of the summer night. She sat beside him in the car while he drove toward her home.

“Why are we stopping here?” she asked, staring up at her home.

“I’ll drop you off to work on Monday. You’ll need clothes for tomorrow and work. Come on, I’ll help you pack.” He parked the car and climbed out before she even opened her door. She followed him up to the front door. Ryan took the keys from her.