Page 41 of Abigail's King
I nipped her earlobe, causing a small moan to fall from her lips. Hearing that, I knew that tonight was going to be one I would never forget. Moving away, my smirk still in place, I gave her a quick wink.
“Well, you are about to find out what else I only do in the bedroom.”
Seeing the worried smile come across her face, I knew I had to tone my dominance down slightly. I didn’t want to scare her off on our first night together. I was sure, though, after spending some time with me, she would become a perfect sub.
“Kye, I’m not so sure—”
“Do you trust me, Bonita?”
She gingerly nodded her head.
“Then trust me to make this a night you will never forget.”
I carried her up towards my bedroom. I needed her in my bed, if only so I had the memories of our night together whenever I was in there. I wanted to throw her on the bed and demand she undress for me as soon as I walked through the door, but I knew I would have to take things slightly slower than usual. Abigail wasn’t a trained sub I had met in a club. She was a refined woman, and although I suspected she would love how dominant I could be, she would have to be coaxed out of her shell first. Gently, I placed her down on the floor. She looked shocked at first at how gentle I was being with her, but seeing the smile return to her face, I knew it had been the right thing to do. However, I nearly fell to the floor when she spoke next.
“I guess now I’m here I need to call you ‘sir’?”
Had I underestimated this gorgeous creature in front of me? Did she know more about the scene than I thought she did? I dared to ask.
“That would make me truly happy, Bonita. Can I assume from that question, you are familiar with the BDSM scene?”
“Only what I have read in books, sir. But I will admit to being slightly curious.”
Hearing her call me “sir” made my cock harder than it had ever been with any other woman I had slept with. The fact that it was my Bonita saying it made it all the sweeter to hear. I rested my hand on the side of her face, and she immediately leaned into it.
“Well as you have already realised, I am a dom, but that doesn’t mean we have to be like that in the bedroom, although I must admit the thought of you being my sub turns me on immensely.”
I could see the hesitation in her eyes. She wanted to know what I could do to her in the bedroom, but I could see how worried she was.
“I’m not sure how deep I want to get into it, if I’m honest. Some of the books I’ve read have been quite dark.”
I leaned down and softly kissed her on the lips, then pulled away and smiled at her. “We can take it as quickly or slowly as you like. As I said, it’s not the be-all and end-all. As long as you call me sir, I will be happy.”
The smile had returned to her face, and the devilish look she had in her eyes confirmed she was ready for this. Again, she shocked the hell out of me when she placed her gaze down on the floor, away from my eyes, and spoke.
“What would sir like me to do?”
I guided her head back up to look me in the eyes. We needed to set the ground rules first before I would even touch her in any way.
“We need to talk first if you really want to do this. As I said, we don’t have to, but if we do, I need you to understand that I would never hurt you, and I will always stop if there is something you do not like. I’m not into sadomasochism, and I don’t discipline my sub as much as some doms, but I do expect compliance and not to be questioned. You can either have a safe word or we can use the colour system. I’ve used both before, so am happy with either. It’s your call, Bonita. I would never push you into something that you don’t want to do.”
I was getting desperate to be inside her, but there was still a slight hesitation in her eyes. I would be happy with her just calling me sir, but the thought of being able to fully dominate her was a real turn-on. I was about to just kiss her and forget all about being her dom when she spoke again.
“I understand the colour scheme, so can we use that please, sir? I’m not so sure I like the idea of bondage at the moment, so can we not do that?”
Inside, I was jumping for joy. The butterflies I hadn’t realised I had, were doing somersaults in my stomach. It was only then I realised that I was missing one key thing. I hadn’t brought any condoms with me. Sex hadn’t even been on my radar when we come out here.
“There is just one slight issue. One that I hadn’t even thought of until now. I don’t have any condoms with me.”
As she looked into my eyes, the devil within her came to the front again, and she pressed her lips against mine in a tender kiss. I should have disciplined her then for making a statement like that without permission, but I was too caught up in her to care.
“It’s okay, sir. I have an implant, and I’m checked regularly. My last test was negative, and I haven’t been with anyone for nearly a year, anyway…”
She paused for a second, unsure if she should carry on. I decided I needed to know what she was going to say.
“And, Bonita?”
Her face went a brilliant crimson as the blush flushed up her face. “And I’m desperate to feel you, sir. Just you.”
