After gently licking the mark he made, he put my hand down and I watched him eat the remainder of his sushi. I played everything he said in my head. Over and over. It’s what I do. I both love and loathe that about myself. It allows my observational skills to come into play, but it also made me over think everything. My personal paradox. He interupted my thoughts before I could really start spinning the web.
“Your mind is working overtime. I can tell. One day, when I make you feel wanted and safe, that will stop. Hopefully soon. I like how you think. I admired your work at the agency. I enjoy that you are intelligent, witty and a bit of a smartass. I don’t ever want you to stop using that brain of yours. But, I never want you to second guess me, Jessa.”
I immediately knew why he said that. Any relationship, but especially a D/s relationship, is built on a foundation of trust. I could never and would never submit to a man whose commands, tasks and care of me I second guessed. It was an absolute need to be safe, taken care of and embraced wholly in my submission. He wanted me to be aware that it was important to him as well.
I smiled. “Well, as long as you continue to remain honest with me, I don’t see a concern.”
His face relaxed and he returned the smile. “Excellent. Now, I will be very honest. I am dying to see this movie with you. I want to see your reaction as it plays out. It is pretty good, in my opinion.”
Wait a minute. How would he know?
“You’ve already seen it? Why would you want to again?”
“I want to see it with you. Isn’t that obvious? Then allow me to make it clear. I want to see this movie with you, little one. I want to eat popcorn, do that time honored tradition of faking a yawn so I can put my arm around you, get you to hold my hand, all while hiding the awkward erection I will be sporting because you smell so fucking good and all that soft will be pressed against me.”
I could barely breathe from laughing. It was the dorkiest, most adorable and hottest thing ever. He was trying to put me at ease with his “nerdly charm.” And it was working.
“Well, then let’s get going shall we? I walked from the theater. Are you okay with walking back?” I rose from my seat and waited for him to dispose of the tray.
“I am good with walking back if I can do one thing?”
“Can we move up the time table on the hand holding thing? I promise to do all the other stuff, but I would enjoy walking and holding your hand.”
“I think that can be arranged.”
And my hand was in his instantly. His grip firm, the skin slightly calloused. He led me out of the restaurant and down the sidewalk to the theater. We strolled slowly and he told me more about himself. His family, a few of the jobs he had done. How he ended up freelancing at my agency. The walk to the theater was too short. I could listen to him talk for hours. His voice was deep, slightly melodic and changed when he talked about something he quite obviously enjoyed. We arrived at the theater and after a slight disagreement, he took Ken’s already paid for ticket and went halves on movie snacks.
We quickly settled into our seats and got comfortable. He did the “awkward yawn” thing and I had to stifle a giggle. The movie was starting off great. I found myself relaxing and snuggling into his side. He began to thread his fingers through my hair and I became the epitome of content.
“I love your hair.” He whispered.
“Thank you.” I whispered back.
“Several times, I have imagined wrapping it around my fist as I take you. Or wrapping it in rope and securing it to your wrists behind your back.”
His tongue came out to gently touch my ear and I shivered. He seemed to be a master at slipping in the most erotic words during conversations. He had done it several times already. I was still thinking about the wall comment in the restaurant.
“Yes, baby. Shiver for me. I like rope, Jessa. I like to knot and tie and twist and bind. Not just rope. Scarves and ties. I am well read on the art of Shibari, little one. Another bonus of having a nerd type Dom. We read. A lot. We like to learn. A lot. And we like to practice what we learn. Now, pay attention to the movie.”
Pay attention to the movie!! How the hell was I supposed to pay attention to the movie when all I could think about was walls, hands, rope and neckties. As a submissive, I feel most free bound. Unable to move. Restraints and bondage ignite my core and send me screaming into subspace. And he wants me to watch the movie! The tug on my hair caused me to turn and look at him.
“I am looking forward to discussing the other things you enjoy that I will get to do for and to you. Now pay attention.”
He resumed playing with my hair and I almost grudgingly focused on the movie. We stayed this way the entire movie. I only moved during the really exciting parts. After watching the scene after the credits, we got up and left the theater.
He grabbed my hand again as we walked to my car. As we reached it, he pressed me back against the door, caging me in his arms.
“What did you think? Did you enjoy it?”
I nodded. “Yes, I did. But, you really had to pay attention. The flashbacks could be really confusing if you hadn’t seen the rest.” His body was moving closer, almost touching mine.
“But, you have seen the others correct?”
“Yes I have. Several times. I have them all on DVD at home.” His chest was now pressed to my breasts and I was pretty sure my heart was going to beat through my ribs.
“Excellent. That will be our second date. You can bring them over to my place, we can watch them and I can learn more about you. You will find me to be an eager student when it comes to learning you.” He brought his mouth to my ear. “This is where I fumble and shyly go for that first date kiss. But, we both know I’m not shy when it comes to you.”
He nibbled his way across my cheek to the corner of my mouth. I was worried about popcorn breath until the tip of his tongue came out and licked the seam of my lips. Then my brain shut down completely.
“Mmmm. Salty sweet. My favorite combination. I want more.” Before I could attempt to protest, not that I wanted to, he kissed me. It was hard..and soft. Tender and bruising. Everything this kind of kiss should be. He tasted like popcorn and delicious man. I wrapped my arms around his neck and just gave in to the thrill of the kiss. His hands came down to tightly grip my hips as he continued to take possession of my mouth.
After a few breathless minutes, he backed off slowly, nibbling and sipping until he was satisfied. I opened my eyes and his grin was feral. Like an animal that had been fed and was incredibly satisfied by the meal. Goosebumps covered my skin.
“That mouth…your mouth will be both my sin and redemption. Now, before I lose the control I pride myself on having, I suggest you get in the car and head home.” He moved away from me. Still close, but not touching. I unlocked the car, he opened the door and I slid in.
“Thank you for such a great evening. I really did have a good time.”
I mentally chided myself for how lame that sounded but that kiss had knocked my mental scales off balance.
He chuckled. “I did too, little one. Drive safely. Text me when you get home. My number is in your phone.”
I was pretty sure it wasn’t. I picked up my cell, scrolled through and there it was. Jase. All of his contact info had been entered in. How in the hell?
“How did you do that?”
He leaned into the car and quickly pressed his lips to mine. Breaking the short smooch, he grinned.
“Jedi mind trick.”
He shut the door and started walking away. He turned abruptly, blew me a kiss, winked and turned around to continue walking.
I stared at his contact info in my phone and one thought came to my mind.
I am so done for.