Erotic.
I wasn’t particularly surprised when that word popped into my head. It was the truth when watching her hands from the perspective of a man instead of just an observer.
It was a very different experience seeing this in a Dungeon scene instead of in a temple in Kyoto. We were seeing the ultimate act of grace and submission. The significance wasn't lost on me or my cock which was tenting my pants.
Lena added two scoops of matcha and whisked for thirty seconds. Although perfection wasn’t expected, Lena would want to be as accurate as possible. I could tell she was a high-protocol sub who thrived on direction. Why was she here?
Done whisking, Lena raised the bowl and turned it. She held her hands out to the DM, her head bent in submission. He finally reached for the bowl. It was subtle but I saw Lena was hyper-focused on his hand as it moved toward her. A slight hitch in the tension of her body told me all I needed to know. Some asshole had abused her.
My instincts told me to find the fucker and end him. I was surprised at my visceral reaction. Normally, I wasn’t physical. I found it more appealing to be the quiet, deadly man I was. It was not only more rewarding, it got me my way. Men like whoever the guy was who had messed with Lena were nothing to me. Yes, I was the golden boy but I could bite. I’d ended careers of far lessdeserving men. At this moment I knew nothing would please me more than to rain hellfire down on whoever the guy was who’d put that fear in her.
Winston took the cup and had his sip. He placed it on the shiny lacquered surface. Usually, the host would wait politely until his guests finished their tea and any sweets offered with it. They would bow at the door upon the ending and then the server would go through another protocol to clean and place the items back where they belonged.
“Lena, to me.” She rose immediately and walked over to the Dungeon Monitor, kneeling at his feet. He raised his hand and there it was again, an instant stiffening so subtle that I’m sure most people missed it, but I wasn’t most people.
His fingers cupped her chin, raising it. Lena’s training shone as she kept her eyes lowered until given permission otherwise. “Eyes to me, Lena.” Finally, she lifted those baby blues, looking directly into Winston’s dark ones. “Well done. You may be excused.” He released her and she bowed low, her nose on the mat. Then she rose and begin to clear to the quiet applause of the room.
The ceremony completed, Winston stood and was instantly surrounded by those who knew him. As they clapped his back and complimented his performance, my gaze moved back to Lena. She had turned with the items in her hands. When her gaze met mine, I offered her a smile and applauded. She blushed and almost lost the kettle.
She was upset with her imperfection, but I chose to pretend not to notice as I walked beside her. “How are you feeling?”
“Empty, yet full at the same time. Does that make sense?” She placed the items on the bar and Mike gave her a smile.
“Great job. Your submissive was perfect.”
Lena blushed again. “Thank you.” She quickly moved away as if uncomfortable with praise but I thought it was more that she was questioning if she deserved it.
“Would you like to go for a walk?”
“Uh. I’m not sure.”
We were moving toward the door to exit but I stopped before reaching it. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“More of an observation. You didn’t appear to enjoy your scene.”
Her eyes widened in surprise. “What do you mean?”
“You moved like you’d done that a hundred times. But I couldn’t help wondering… were you present for any of it?”
Lena froze for a second–then smiled. “It’s not about me. Service isn’t supposed to be.”
“I think you’re confusing service with sacrifice, Lena.”
She didn’t reply at first, and I could almost see the thoughts swirling through her brain.
“Ethan? May I also make an observation?”
“Nothing would make me happier.”
“You don’t take up space like other Doms.”
I couldn't hold back the laugh. That seemed to please her and a smile lit up her beautiful face.
“Good, that’s intentional.”
She hesitated and seemed to be choosing her words. “I was so nervous I couldn’t eat. Would you mind going for a bite instead of a walk?”
