Chapter Twenty
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Rose struggles to keep her eyes open next to me. I think she has reached her limit for tonight. Though, she did well, especially since her body isn’t used to orgasms let alone spanking. She managed to take another two before she told me she couldn’t take any more. I will train her body to handle more, well, if she wants to continue.
“You should rest, beautiful. And I should head home because it is getting late,” I say.
“Stay?” she whispers nervously.
I reach over and stroke the hair away from her eyes. “I can’t, pretty eyes. We have a lot to discuss
before I can do that.”
Rose wriggles her nose, and a confused look takes over her face. “We do?”
“Yes. There are rules which need to be followed. I need to know what you want. I can’t start anything between us until we talk about these things in detail. Right now isn’t the time to do it because you are exhausted.”
I caress her cheek, and she closes her eyes, smiling. I do have a soft side. I’m not dominant and possessive all the time. I treat my subs well. I take care of them, not only sexually. I treat them like queens because that is how it should be. No real Dom treats their sub like crap just because they can. It isn’t how it works. A connection between a Dom and their sub is a special one. They are in sync in more ways than one. Any Dom who uses their sub as only a play toy shouldn’t be calling themselves one. They are not there to be abused or degraded, well, unless they want to be degraded, some enjoy it. There are lines that shouldn’t be crossed. And nothing pisses me off more than a Dom who refuses to let their sub have a safe word.
“Rules?”
“Yes, there are a few. We also need to discuss soft and hard limits, something else you are not alert
enough to discuss tonight,” I say softly.
“Soft and hard limits? What are those?” Her clueless look is cute and makes me smile.
“You can do some research tomorrow.”
She nods and scoots closer to me. “Are you sure I can’t convince you to stay? Or can I help with the
issue in your boxers?” A blush creeps up Rose’s cheeks when she asks.
“No, don’t you worry about it. I can fix it. Tonight was about you.”
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A serious look crosses her face, and it seems like she is thinking hard about something. Seconds later, I watch a smirk rise on her lips, and it plques my Interest. Rose has an idea running around in. her head.
Rose places her hand on my chest, dancing her fingers over it and starts going downwards. I close my eyes and groan. “I don’t mind trying to help.” Her hand slips into my boxers, her fingers brushing my rock–solid cock. A shudder runs through me, and my cock pulses under her touch. As much as I want her to continue, I can’t allow it.
I grab her wrist. “Not tonight, Rose,” I breathe out.
She abruptly pulls her hand from my boxers. “Why don’t you want me to touch you? It isn’t the first time you have rejected me.”
She seems upset by the idea. Is that what she thinks? I’m rejecting her. It isn’t that at all. I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. “I am not rejecting your touch, Rose.”
“It feels like it,” she whispers, shakes her head, and turns away.
The last thing I want is to make her upset at me. “Rose, look at me.”
“No. You said you were leaving, so go,” she snaps.
I repeat her name, only sterner. She sighs and rolls over to face me. “I don’t want you to touch me because I know if you do, I will lose control and end up fucking you senseless, something we can’t do, not until we discuss a lot of things.” I can’t fuck her because if I do and she decides what I enjoy sn’t for her, things will become complicated. I won’t be able to see her again, and it will feel like I used her, and I genuinely believe she wouldn’t handle it too well.
“And when will we discuss these things, Sir?” she asks softly.
“When are you free? Are you free tomorrow?”
“Depending on the time. I have work tomorrow.”
“Seven, you can come to mine, and I will cook us dinner,” I reply.
“You cook?”
“Yes, very well. I only eat home–cooked meals, unless I am out. None of this processed crap that is filled with everything and anything.” I learned how to cook from a young age. My grandfather taugh
- me.
“That sounds like too much effort to me,” she snickers.
“Well, that will change if you decide you want to continue, because you won’t be eating rubbish,” I
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insist. I will make sure her eating habits change for the better because I need her to take care of
herself when I am not there.
“It will? Is this how things will be? Are you always being bossy?” She pouts.
I chuckle. She is too darn cute when she pouts. “It’s not me being bossy. All I do will benefit you. It will all be to make sure you take proper care of yourself because it will be part of my job to ensure you are happy and healthy.” I smile and stroke her hair.
“And who takes care of you?” she asks.
“Primarily you and I, when I need you too.”
“Am I right to say that if I agree to this once
submissive? Is that correct? I am sure it’s, we talk, you will be my Dom, and I will be
your
Remi said when she first told me about the interview
and about the community you are part of,” she says without judgement, which is nice. Too many people out there judge and have the wrong perspective of what goes on in our community.
“Yes, you are correct. You are a quick learner, pretty eyes.” I smile.
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