Page 21 of Crave Me
“Good. Now turn and face me, Chloe.”
Oh crap. What was he doing? Inhaling a deep breath, hoping like hell my oxygen was infused with confidence, I shifted on my stool until I was facing him. The stool he’d been sitting on was still pushed back, and he was standing at the corner of the island, arms crossed over his chest. His hip pressed again my granite counter, but he wasn’t resting on it. He was in full, commanding form.
My already speeding pulse thundered inside me.
“Open your legs wide, wrap your ankles around the outer rungs on the stool.”
What? “Simon?”
Other than the slow arch of his brows, he didn’t move. “I told you I would check to see if you listened.”
“You also said we wouldn’t play.”
His head tilted. “Who said anything about playing? Are you going to obey or not?”
I wasn’t his sub yet. I hadn’t signed a contract. But I’d already agreed, and would continue to agree to anything he wanted.
Hesitantly, I spread my knees and resisted the urge to cover myself when my robe fell open, draping along the outside of my hips. I was completely bare, open and exposed to him.
My cheeks burned and my fingers curled into the edge of my seat, fighting the overwhelming desire to hide from him. I dropped my head and tugged on the knotted belt. “Do you want this open?”
“I do. Thank you for asking before assuming.”
A shiver rolled through me and chilled my spine, but heat pooled deep inside my stomach. I had pleased him, and the affect it had on me was instantaneous.
My robe fell open and I continued looking at my now exposed, bare stomach. I was small like he’d said—mostly just short—but I had a belly. A small muffin pooch stuck out just beneath my belly button. The curve was obvious and from my view of myself, not attractive. In order to hide it, I rolled my shoulders back, sucked in my stomach and kept my head dipped low. The perfect submissive pose, spread, open, mostly naked, and not looking at my Dom.
While he examined me, the heat of his penetrating gaze skimmed every inch of my exposed skin, and I kept my breathing slow and steady.
“Good job, Little Bird. Now, I’m going to clean the kitchen up and the mess I left in your bedroom and bathroom. While I’m gone, I want you to stay sitting like this so I can see you whenever I’d like. When I’m finished, we’ll go over what you’ve read in the contract. You will, of course, be able to amend it how you wish, and whatever you mark, we’ll discuss. Understand?”
I nodded once before remembering I could actually speak. “Of course, thank you Simon.”
He laughed once and moved. Then his denim-covered legs were between my naked ones. “Trust me, Chloe. I believe the pleasure will be all mine, and I want you to remember this. As much pleasure as I’m able to give you over the next few weeks we meet, mine will be greater. Guaranteed.”
A flood of warmth poured over me. My scalp tingled, my cheeks heated, and my nipples pebbled. Warmth rushed to my sex and made it throb.
Good grief. Simple words. Pleased words. Promises. They fell off his thick lips and deep, baritone voice in an enticing way. I was certain he’d be able to bring me to orgasm solely by speaking to me someday.
He set the file in my lap, the contract and pen on top.
Without hesitating, I held the file and pen in my trembling, excited fingertips and forced the apprehension to evaporate.
This was what I wanted. Had been what I wanted foryears. And now, not only was I getting it, but I was getting it with the man I’d always wanted.
I quickly scanned the opening paragraphs, semi-legal jargon stating this was a contracted between two consensual parties, our names typed on two blank lines. There were rules in the first two paragraphs, expectations for both of us, and mostly went over the general rules of a BDSM-relationship. Safe, sane, consensual. A submissive’s pose. When I was expected to be in it, etcetera.
Everything was easy to understand and typical of what I’d seen from other BDSM contracts.
I took in pages of styles of plays, every possible scenario I could ever imagine—and dozens more I couldn’t. Next to each were three columns for Interested, Might be interested, and Not interested. It was clear I was supposed to go through the list, checking off each one, but I was hesitant to do so.
How would I know what I liked and truly wanted if I eliminated items before trying?
He’d already drawn through things like bestiality, scat play, fisting, electro therapy.
Knowing he’d already set his hard limits calmed me and I took the pen in my right hand, intent on drawing one large, straight line through the entire Interested column.
A smile tugged at my lips and my cheeks warmed again as I reread the list in its entirety first.
