Page 48 of Crave Me
As if I needed the reminder.
I fought the urge to roll my eyes. He’d already denied me once. I was bound and determined not to let it happen again. I could still feel his touch on my thighs and inside my pussy from the car earlier. Still ached for him to finish what he’d started.
We reached the bar and I waited next to him quietly, my hands clasped in front of me, and my eyes focused downward. He’d gone over the rules of a claimed sub before. Subs weren’t supposed to make contact with any other Dom, unless given permission first by theirs. I wasn’t even supposed to speak to another sub without Simon’s approval first.
It sounded archaic the first time I’d read about typical BDSM rules. Even when Simon had explained it earlier, I’d had to bite back the desire to argue over it. Yet, as I stood next to him, quiet and meek, a calm glided over my skin, warming me from the inside out.
I had nothing to worry about tonight. I had nothing to think about. He’d told me it repeatedly, but it wasn’t until he slid a glass of white wine in front of me and then brushed his hand through my hair, down my back, that the rules clicked into place.
Here, it was his job to take care of me. It was his responsibility to ensure no one spoke to me, no one scared me or made me feel unwelcome. I handed over my safety to Simon as soon as I agreed to be his sub, as soon as he declared he’d train me. I had absolutely nothing to fear, no lists to make, no rules other than pleasing him. And I pleased him by remaining at his side, allowing him to care for me in the manner he deemed fit.
My shoulders sank with a sudden wash of relief and calmness as I realized all of it and I reached for my wine. I took a sip and leaned into Simon. My head rested against his chest and his hand continued running up and down my exposed back, the strength and warmth of his hand, his callused fingers running up and down my spine.
“I see you finally understand, sub.”
His lips pressed against the top of my head and I nodded against his shoulder.
“Yeah.” My voice sounded like the purr of a content kitten. My lids grew heavy. “I get it now, sir.”
“Well,” Master Dylan said.
My back straightened.
“I see your training is going beautifully. How does she play?”
