Playing Dom (16 page)

“
No,
you're not,” I sighed, waiting for the rejection that I was
certain was coming.

“
I'm
sorry,” Talia's tone softened, “I'm just trying to
understand.”

“
I
don't know how else to explain it.”

“
What
do you want from me, Micah?” She looked up at me suddenly,
causing my stomach to twist in discomfort. There was accusation in
her eyes as if she could read every filthy thing going through my
subconscious. Those thoughts weren't the real reason I had bailed her
out though. I wanted her on a deeper level. Could I be selfish enough
to say it?

“
I
want whatever you want, Talia,” I relented.

“
I'm
not a Mistress.” Her words caught me off guard, and almost the
second she said then she averted her eyes again. “I'm not a
Mistress, but I'm also not a sub. I'm somewhere in between, somewhere
that's unacceptable to you.”

“
I'm
not sure what you're getting at.”

“
I
just . . . don't get what you want. Do you want sex? Money? How am I
supposed to repay you?”

“
I
just want you.”

The silence in the
room was deafening. There was just the sound of our breathing and the
intensity of me staring across the table at her while she kept
looking away in thought. What was she thinking? Fuck, how I wished I
could be inside of that beautiful head of hers.

“
I want you
too, but I don't know if I can give you what you want,” she
said.

“
Well.”
I leaned back in the chair. “I want you, and you want me. What
more in there to know?”

“
How do you
want me?”

“
That's an odd
question,” I laughed, but when her eyes shot up to meet mine, I
knew she was serious. “Sexually. Emotionally. How else is a man
supposed to want a woman?”

“
So.”
Talia shifted uncomfortably. “You want . . . to date me?”

“
This
conversation is awkward, and our food is getting cold. How about we
finish up eating, and then we can discuss this in the living room?”

“
Alright.”
She nodded, though her appetite didn't return.

I continued eating,
planning out what I would say when the meal was over. To be honest, I
hadn't even really thought about taking her on as a girlfriend. My
mind was completely in the BDSM zone. I had hoped she'd understand
that I wanted her as my submissive. This threw a kink into my plans,
backed me into a corner that I'd have to talk my way out of. For the
briefest of seconds I considered caving into her desires, but then I
remembered Hannah, and my mind was set.

Talia took a few
more tentative bites while she waited for me to finish eating, then
she cleared the table and met up with me in the living room. I sat on
the sofa there, tension rolling through me. Was this the end for us?
The thought of losing her was enough to about drive me insane, but I
couldn't brush my needs aside either. We had to reach a compromise,
or it was going to be a no-go.

“
It's selfish
for me to want you to submit to me,” I began.

“
Maybe it's
selfish of me to want to deny you.” She shrugged.

“
No. After
everything you've been through with Chet, I can understand. It would
be hard for anyone to want to go back to being a submissive after
that.

“
But what he
taught you about being a submissive was wrong. It doesn't have to be
the way it was when you were with him. It wouldn't be that way,
because I'd never abuse you. All you'd ever feel in my care was
pleasure and love and appreciation. You should give me a chance.”

She paused in
thought for a moment. “Alright, but I want to see how you would
treat me first.”

I sighed internally
in relief, letting joy flood through me from her words. “That's
what a trial is for.”

“
No. Not a
trial.” Talia shook her head. “I want a demonstration.”

“
A
demonstration?”

“
Come back
tomorrow night with your gear, and treat me like you would if I was
your sub. We'll do a scene together, and then I'll decide if this is
something I really want or not.”

The prospect excited
but confused me at the same time. This wasn't how things were
typically done. First she should be under my protection, then under
consideration, then a trial, and finally, the formal collar. What she
wanted, I wasn't even sure where it would place on that scale.

“
Fine,”
I agreed, not feeling like arguing about it. Lecturing her wasn't the
wisest move if I wanted a chance to have her. Besides, I was standing
on the winning side at the moment, and that's all that should matter.

“
I don't mean
to seem like a bad host or like I'm trying to get rid of you, but I'm
kind of tired. Hopefully I'll be in a better mood tomorrow,”
she told me.

I nodded, getting up
to leave. In all honesty, I wasn't too keen on staying, especially
since she didn't seem particularly thrilled about our agreement.
Every second was one that she could change her mind, and I didn't
want that.

She gave me a weak
smile as she held the door open for me, and I worried that she was
already regretting the thought of allowing me to dominate her. I was
convinced that I could show her how amazing it would be if we came
together as Dom and sub though. At the very least, I could show her
pleasure that her body had never felt before. Maybe that would be
enough to make her surrender herself to me. All I knew was that I was
going to have to come up with something good, something really good,
to change her mind.

CHAPTER NINE

What had I gotten
myself into? Bad decision after bad decision after bad decision. This
was what he wanted though, and I owed him that much.

I spent most of the
day trying to psych myself out for it, wondering what Micah planned
to do to me. Maybe I shouldn't have given him so much free rein. It
would have been better if I picked out our activity. That way, I'd
know for sure it was something I would enjoy. That would defeat the
purpose though. This was all about finding out what Micah would do if
I allowed him to have control.

He had proven to be
nothing but kind to me so far. More than kind. Part of me wondered
what I was so afraid of. Micah obviously wasn't Chet. In just one
week, he'd shown me more respect and consideration than Chet ever
had. Where Chet was cruel and strict and scary looking, Micah was
kind and pliable and attractive. Very attractive. The few times I had
surrendered to him, he had shown me tastes of the things I had only
read in books. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

Sometime around
noon, I received an e-mail from Micah with a list of kinks. I
couldn't help but smirk at it. He couldn't just let things flow
naturally. There had to be some kind of protocol in place. On the
form, he requested that I check off which kinks I enjoyed, which ones
that I wasn't fond of, and which ones I absolutely wouldn't do. Soft
limits and hard limits.

It took me the good
part of an hour to go through the whole thing. The list was
ridiculously extensive, and some of the stuff I hadn't even heard of
before. For shits and giggles, I sent the list back to him when I was
done, telling him to send me another copy with his choices. He never
did though, to my disappointment.

With that completed,
all that was left to do was wait. I thought about making dinner
again, but I didn't want to feel bloated if we were going to have
sexy time, and I was pretty sure we would have sexy time. If he was
in control, then why wouldn't we. I had denied him for long enough.

Instead of cooking,
I decided to spend extra time on my appearance. I picked out
something easy access to wear, a two-piece leather and chain bikini
that left little to the imagination. Even after spending nearly an
hour doing my hair and makeup, there was still time left before Micah
arrived. I sat on the sofa with one leg crossed over the other,
bobbing my foot and letting my mind go wild with scenarios. Images of
his hot muscled body moving on top of mine sent delicious shivers
between my legs.
He's great with his hands. I bet he's even better
with his . . .

Ding dong! The
doorbell rang.

At the sound, my
heart leaped up into my throat. Was I really ready for this? This was
it. I was about to see Micah in full Dom mode. Despite my
nervousness, that thought excited me beyond belief. My mind wandered
to thoughts of him dressed in leathers from head to toe. I loved the
smell of leather, and knowing what was beneath it only aroused me
more. When I opened the door though, he was a lot more dressed down
than I expected, wearing tight black jeans with a grommet belt, biker
boots, and a fitted black T-shirt. My eyes looked him up and down,
pausing at the black duffel bag he held in his hand before scanning
back up his body and meeting his smirk. Apparently, I wasn't the only
one doing some visual assessment.

“
That's a bit
unexpected,” he said, staring directly at my breasts.

“
Touché.”

“
What were you
expecting?” Micah asked as he stepped inside and set the duffel
bag on the floor. I closed the door behind him.

“
I was kind of
hoping you would be wearing leathers.”

“
You have to
earn the privilege to see me in leathers,” his voice was dark
yet teasing at the same time.

“
Is that how
this works?” I grinned.

“
Maybe. I'm
not your Dom yet.”

The word sent a
shiver down my spine. All this time, I'd been trying to assert my
dominance over him. The thought that I was about to offer him my
submission . . . I shifted uncomfortably.

“
So,
how do you want to do this?” I inhaled a deep breath, letting
my nervousness shine through.

“
Very
slowly.” He stepped up to me, caressing my cheek with his hand
and bearing down into me with those amazing green eyes.

Micah's
gaze was so intense that I almost instantly felt myself falling under
his spell. There was lust in his expression mixed with something
else, a strange power that I hadn't felt from him before. It demanded
my obedience, quickly turning me into putty in his hands. My body
heated up from the brief contact, and I decided to let myself go, to
trust him completely, whatever the consequences. There was no going
back now.

“
I
am yours,” I whispered softly just before his lips met mine.

I
expected his kiss to be urgent and needy, but it wasn't. His mouth
brushed against mine with the greatest of ease, and before I had a
chance to enjoy it fully, he was pulling away, leaving me wanting
more.

“
You
stay here. Don't move an inch. Do you understand?” his voice
was authoritative, and all I could do was nod in reply, my heart
pumping with excited anticipation.

Micah
knelt down at his duffel bag. The sound of the zipper being pulled
open made my mind drift to other things, like taking his pants off. I
watched him curiously, the way his muscles moved against the tight
material of his shirt, undressing him with my eyes. It was strange to
realize how sexually frustrated I was, how much just being in his
presence in such a situation sparked a carnal desire deep inside of
me, the need to be claimed and owned.

It
didn't take long before Micah located the item he was looking for. He
stood up to face me with a small black blindfold in hand. Just seeing
it made me feel uneasy, knowing that he was about to take away one of
my vital senses. While I did trust him, I didn't like the idea of not
being able to see what was coming next. It made me feel too
vulnerable.

I
flinched slightly as he tried to put the blindfold on me. Micah must
have seen it, because he fixed his gaze on my face while he spoke,
“Trust me. I would never hurt you.”

His
voice was oddly comforting, and I relaxed almost involuntarily,
nodding and then holding steady while he placed the blindfold over my
head, obscuring my vision.

“
If
I do anything that you find uncomfortable, let me know,” he
continued. “I use the standard safety words. Yellow if you need
me to slow down. Red if you want me to stop. I'm not going to do
anything to you that you didn't mark on the list.