Authors: Lena Black
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You’re deliciously stubborn behavior makes me want to treasure and defile you at the same time. Nothing would give me greater fulfillment than to break you of your prideful ways and mold you into my good little obedient lover.”
“When you put it like that it makes me want to give myself to you completely. You’ll find I can be quite
bendable
.”
He chuckles.
“I know you are, I think earlier was a pretty good example of how flexible you can be.” He kisses my ear. “Come, let’s go to bed. I’m ready to fall asleep with you in my arms.”
“Yes, lets,” I yawn.
Awakenings
M
y eyes flitter open, gradually adjusting to the bright morning light, as I lie in Damian’s comforting arms with my head on his chest. I stay there for a moment to feel it rise and fall with every steady breath, his heart drumming into my ear. One of the most beautiful sounds I’ve ever heard. Then I hear the first.
“Morning, babe.”
I squint up at him, eyelids heavy.
“Good morning. Sleep ok?” I ask with a yawn.
He chuckles.
“Yeah, great. Waking up is better.” I smile and kiss him over his heart. “How did you sleep?” Hunt asks.
“I slept well, but like you, I unquestionably prefer awake. What time is it?”
“Nine twenty-seven. What time is the funeral?”
“Two. You sure you want to go?”
“Yes. You sure you want to go to the apartment?”
“What’s not to be sure about?” I give him an are-you-kidding look. “Yeah, I want to see it. Maybe I can get a better understanding of what you want from me as far as the sex goes. Why didn’t you try any of the kinky stuff last night?”
His face is edgy.
“I didn’t want to overwhelm you. I couldn’t do any of that stuff after what you told me. Plus, this is your first time here, and I don’t want you to get a bad taste in your mouth.”
“The only taste I have in my mouth is you.”
“Yes, you were mind-blowing, truly gifted.”
He has that crooked smile, reminiscing over the oral presentation.
“I’m glad you liked it. I like doing it.”
He hugs me to him and pecks my forehead.
“I’d love to do what we’re heading toward, but we should get up. We have things we need to do before the funeral.”
“I think we can make time.”
I caress my hand along his taut chest and torso.
“I’ll give you a first rate fuck. Be patient.”
“Fine, but I don’t know how long I’ll be able to wait, especially when you say such things.”
“Come on, princess, let’s get up, and I’ll make you breakfast.”
“You cook?”
I roll onto the mattress, and he gracefully rises out of bed, revealing his sculpted bare body.
“I could definitely get used to waking up to this.”
He smirks at me and strolls into the closet.
“I love to cook,” he calls out.
“Me, too,” I reply.
I slide out of bed, and Damian returns shirtless in faded, loose jeans.
Damn, he makes me want to drop to my knees and obey like a good girl.
“What are you hungry for?” he asks with his head tipped to the side.
My daze broken through I respond, “Besides you? I’m not sure.”
He gazes up from under hooded lids, lust in his eyes, and throws some clothes onto the bed.
“Put those on.” He pivots,
and on his way out of the room he utters, “I’m counting all your transgressions and saving up for later.”
Suddenly, there’s a lump in my throat,
and my eyes widen as if they’re about to pop out of my head.
What is he going to do to me? What have I done that’s considered punishable? Why do I have to wait until later to find out?
I spy the plain shirt and sweats he tossed on the bed,
pick them up and headinto the closet. Damian’s wardrobe is huge. I don’t know if you can call it a closet, more like a high-end boutique filled with expensive clothes, shoes, and accessories. Hanging on a hook is a black leather belt with a silver buckle. Ingrained on it in delicate script are his initial
s
D.N.H.
I snatch it off the wall
, along with a white dress shirt. I put on the oversized button up and buckle the belt around the narrowest section of my wait, leaving the dress shirt open to just below the breasts. It makes me feel sexy, and I know he’ll go nuts. It’s perfect.
I frolic to the kitchen
, where he’s making an omelet with mushrooms. ‘My Body’ by Young the Giant, jams out from hidden speakers while Damian sings along, swaying his hot body back and forth. He looks his age, and it’s very becoming on him.
“Smells good!” I comment, shouting over the song.
He settles his eyes on me and pauses to ogle, his face betraying him only for a moment. He reaches for a touchscreen, and the music lowers to a level we can talk over without yelling.
“Nice belt,” he says dryly.
I bend over the counter near the stove where he’s prepping our meal.
“Oh, this? Yeah I like it. What about the shirt?” I ask as I run a finger along the opening, revealing more cleavage, but he just continues cooking.
“Yes, you fill it out nicely.”
He doesn’t look up from the pan.
“What exactly are you going to do about my naughty behavior?” I twirl the ends of my loose, wavy hair and bite on my lower lip.
“I’m going to show you later. If we start this now, we won’t stop, and we have errands to do before I can give you a proper demonstration.”
“You’re not going to budge, are you?”
“Nope. Breakfast is ready.”
“It isn’t fair. I can’t do anything about how bad I want you, and it’s all so easy for you to resist me.”
“Easy? You think it’s easy for me to say no to
you
?” He stands at the stove rubbing the back of his neck, eyes closed. “Gabrielle, if I didn’t have self-control we would never leave the bedroom. I would be in you all day, every day.”
He has a conflicted look in his eyes.
“I don’t see a problem with that. I’m relieved I’m not the only one. I’m sorry. I wanted to make
you
harder, not the situation.”
“Please don’t apologize. I’m not sorry. You look good enough to eat. Pun intended.” He turns toward me and kisses me tenderly.
“Jerk! Now you’re not playing fair.” I slap him playfully on the arm, and he chuckles.
“All’s fair in love and war
, babe,” he retorts with a shrug, casting a sly smirk. “Let’s eat at the coffee table. I don’t use the dining room.”
“What does the N stand for in your name?”
“Nathaniel. My full name is Damian Nathaniel Hunt.”
“I would tell you mine, but I’m sure you know it already.”
“Yes, I do, Gabrielle Sophia Hyde. It’s beautiful. A name suited for a woman of your radiance.”
“You’re good,” I say with narrowed eyes and a crooked smirk.
I take the glasses of orange juice, and he grabs our plates.
There’s something sexy about a man, who knows his way around a kitchen.
He follows me out, and we take a seat on the floor in front of the couch. We trade a cup for a plate and dig in. I like watching him sit cross-legged on the floor, it’s just so average.
“This is incredible. You can seriously cook.”
“Thanks.”
“What things do we have to do?”
“Buy you a dress, go to my other apartment, and pick up an item I ordered from someone.”
“I don’t want to buy a dress. I have one at home. We can just go there before we head to your place.”
“You don’t want to go shopping?”
“Hell no! I hate shopping. I avoid it at all costs.”
“That’s a first. I’ve never had that before.”
“You never had me before.” I giggle.
“True. Very true.”
“What things are we getting from the D.O.D.?”
He laughs, shaking his head.
“Things I’ll need for later.”
My eyes shoot over to him, and he’s giving me his I’m-going-to-fuck-you-stupid smirk.
“Right.”
His face snaps back to serious, his eyes show concern.
“Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t want you to think you’re required to participate in order to be with me.”
“Damian, how many times must I tell you I want to? I’m nervous. You can understand that, can’t you?”
“Of course I can. When it first happened to me, I was
terrified.”
“You were a sub? Someone dominated you?”
“Yes, that’s how I was introduced to this lifestyle. I was her slave.”
“Who was it?
Was it Olivia?”
“No.
I think this is a conversation for another time, not exactly breakfast appropriate. I’ll tell you later, promise.”
“Ok. I want you to understand I will do my best to please you.”
He relaxes and takes another bite of his omelet. “I know you’ll please me no matter what. I just want to domineer you. It will give me great pleasure.”
He says these things with such ease as if he’s talking about
the weather.
“Why?”
“I told you, you’re the only one who doesn’t take my shit or roll over for me. I need you to surrender and relinquish any will to fight me. It will be the most gratifying experience when you give in to me.”
“I want to give myself to you. I want you to show me how to be an obedient submissive, Master.”
His eyes dart open, and he appears completely shocked.
“Don’t call me Master. You never have to call me that.”
“I don’t have to do anything. I want to…Why?”
“My subs referred to me as Master.”
“So? I’m
your
submissive, aren’t I?”
He lets out a long breath. “You’ve no clue how good it feel
s to hear you speak those words. But, no, not in the same context as them.”
“Is there something else you prefer?”
He thinks for a second, then smiles at me.
“I want you to call me
Mr. Hunt.”
“Yes, Mr. Hunt.”
I begin to wonder what it really means to be a Dom and sub, so I decide to ask an expert.
“Damian?”
“Yes?” he asks with his face down, staring at his omelet as he forks off a bite.
“Can we talk?”
“What about?” he asks with a cocked brow, turning his focus back onto me.
“I was just curious about Dom/sub relationships.”
“What would you like to know?” Hunt’s voice perks up.
“What does it mean to be a Dom and a sub?”
“Being an experienced Dom isn’t about giving arbitrary orders without rhyme or reason. Everything I have you do or do to you, is to help you flourish. Being my sub does not mean you’re a doormat with a lesser role. In fact, your role is extremely important in shaping our relationship. As your Dom I should make you, my sub, want to please me by earning your respect. In return, you should desire to do so because you trust and respect me, and you receive pleasure in satisfying my needs.
“I am here to teach and direct you in the ways of pleasing me. I’m not here to inflict agony
or degrade you. I want to guide you, build you up, and show you who you could be. I am your protector, and I take that role very seriously. You’re my responsibility, and I will ensure your safety at all times. You are my companion, which means you have the right to voice your opinion and include yourself in my life. I expect you to.
“I am your lover, which means I must be gentle, supportive, and care for your well-being. I am your source of pleasure, and I must not neglect you. I
am to fulfill your sexual needs and make sure you are completely satisfied, but I must also be stern when deemed fitting. I am to punish you when you misbehave or participate in actions I consider harmful to your welfare, and I praise you when you behave appropriately.”
I stare at him with fascination as he explains the many facets of being in a relations
hip such as ours, but it doesn’t sound like what I experienced. From the way he’s explained it, neither were his relationships with those girls.
“Gabrielle? You still with me?” he asks, snapping his fingers in fron
t of my face. I must have faded out for a moment, which is understandable, considering our current topic of discussion. It’s a lot to take in.
“Yeah, I’m with you...Is this the type of relationship you had with your subs?”
“Yes and no. I was using the Dom and sub name loosely. They were my slaves, and I was their Master. Our companionship wasn’t quite what we’ll have, if you decide to participate in the arrangement.”
“What is the di
fference between Master and Dom or slave and sub?”
“I’m extremely pleased you’re curious about this…” A warm, clenching sensation seizes me everywhere, and I begin to understand how the aspect of gratifying him could be pleasurable.
“A Master follows the same guidelines as a Dom, only stricter. The slave’s offenses are chastised in a firmer fashion due to the fact that the slave is held to a higher standard of conduct and submission. When the slave behaves as they are expected, they are rewarded greatly. Slaves are owned or collared by their Master, usually with an actual collar. Though, there are some who will go as far as to physically mark with a tattoo or piercing.