I carefully groomed before donning my leathers. Here I could just be me and there was no need to hide what I was outside of the Dungeon. Hopefully, Lena felt the same as she had yet to see me dressed as a Dom. The few times I’d been in the Dungeon before our agreement I’d worn black but that was as far as my outfit went. Tonight, she’d be seeing a different Ethan, and I truly hoped she liked what she saw.
I stepped out of my lodgings and saw Derek sitting in a golf cart right outside my door. He wore a knowing smirk and waved me over. “This is unexpected. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“A little birdy told me what you set up for Lena. I wanted to say thank you.”
I couldn't have been more surprised and remained silent.
“Well, that and offer you a ride. It’s still pretty warm and that outfit can’t be too comfortable.”
That was more like what I expected to come out of his mouth. “That little birdy must have a loud tweet to have reached such esteemed ears.”
Derek chuckled. “You could say that. Climb in.” He backed out and rumbled along the path to the Ranch’s main lodge. “So, why the serious Dungeon play outfit, when the setting is so soft and serene?”
“You saw it?”
He nodded. “I did.”
“Lena is attracted to strength, but she fears being overpowered. I’m channeling the strength that attracts her and showing that it doesn’t have to overpower but be a dance of two.”
“I like that, Ethan.”
“Good now maybe you’d like to tell me why you're thanking me.”
“Because I’ve read her file. Because her brokenness and strength leapt off her application and hit me hard, and becauseshe deserves the best and I believe your intentions toward her are pure. The only question remains, will it be enough?”
“For her? I hope so.”
Derek pulled in front of the lodge. “Not just for her, Ethan, but for you as well.”
I stepped out of the cart. Derek missed his calling. He would have made a great negotiator; one I would have loved being pitted against. “I guess we’ll see.”
Derek nodded and pulled away.
His words didn’t unsettle me, they had the opposite effect and I felt more ready than ever to show Lena what honor, love and respect meant in a scene. Overpowering a woman, taking her gift for granted, these were not the acts of an honorable Dom and after tonight she’d know the real deal. Everything up to this evening had been to help her open up and set herself free from fear and the past. Tonight was all about her.
My hand slid to my pocket where I kept the softest strip of leather. I’d had it for a long time, since joining the lifestyle, just waiting for the perfect person to wear it. Taking a deep breath, and stepping across the threshold into the lodge’s lobby, I left my expectations behind and became fully present in the moment.
I took the steps to her suite. Carrie answered when I knocked.
“You look dashing tonight. Your fair maiden awaits,” she said with a giggle and pushed the door open. Standing a few feet behind her was Lena, dressed all in white and looking like a sexy angel.
I gulped, my eyes roaming over her body. A flared pleated white mini skirt fell mid-thigh. And what a pair of thighs. I followed her naked skin down to frilly tops of a pair of white stockings that showed off her shapely legs. Encasing her feet were a pair of thick wedge-heeled Mary Janes.
My eyes roamed back up and I almost salivated at the few tempting inches of skin exposed between the stockings and the skirt. Her top was a button up with the top four buttons open, plunging down between her ripe breasts. Her curly hair was in a mop on top of her head with a few tendrils spiraling down and framing her high cheekbones. She was bare of jewelry and was the epitome of every man's fantasy. I couldn’t stop gaping.
“Wow.” I’d finally found my tongue. “Lena, you are stunning. I’m honored.” A beautiful blush added color to her pale cheeks.
“Thank you, Sir. You look nice too.”
Oh, she was far beyond lookingnice.
“Our reservation awaits, sweet girl, are you ready?”
She nodded. Stepping forward, Lena gave Carrie a hug, who winked at me over Lena’s shoulder.
“I hope you two have a magical evening,” she said, closing the door behind us.
We took the elevator down and walked slowly to the Italian restaurant. Lots of looks and smiles followed us on our way, and I wondered how Lena was doing. She was a woman who didn’t like to draw attention to herself. She’d made her submissive career one of blending into her surroundings.
