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And kidnapped princess role play, nipple clamps, service submission, and she loves sucking on a man’s cock while she has her pussy eaten by another woman, my libido whispered unhelpfully, reminding me of some of the kinks she’d written down.
Looking away, her shoulders slumped as she said in a soft voice, “You read my stuff, my application, didn’t you?”
Reining myself in—and glad I’d spent decades perfecting my ‘cop face’ as my mom liked to call it—I nodded. “I did. I won’t lie to you, Nora. I wanted to see what you liked, and if we were as compatible as I was hoping.”
“And?” she said in a soft voice that wrapped around my cock and my heart. “Are we…compatible?”
I smiled at her, loving the way she looked up at me with such hope. “We are very, very compatible.”
She started to return my smile, then looked down again, curving into that hunched over stance that was really starting to bother me. “You don’t think I’m…ummm, too kinky?”
“Nora,” I put a purr in my words that had the intended effect as she looked up at me again. “I promise you, you’re perfect just the way you are. Everything I could ever ask for. And I love knowing that behind all that innocent sweetness hides a deliciously kinky submissive who yearns to be a bad girl. I mean, I’m not exactly pure as the undriven snow myself. I do work in a BDSM club.”
Her laughter was deep and true, the woman that was hiding behind all the walls her fear had built around her heart peeking out again. “That’s true. Well, at least we don’t have to have that awkward conversation where we try to figure out if the person we’re dating is into kink or not.”
“We’re not dating,” I said, then quickly added when her eyes widened behind her mask, “at least, not yet. When I take you on a date, I want to do it the proper way. Call me old fashioned, but I believe a princess should be courted, don’t you?”
She took a step closer to me, goosebumps breaking out over her arms as she said, “I’ve never been courted before. What does that mean?”
“It means,” I moved into the heat, the electricity coming off her body, until we were almost touching, “that I am asking you to trust me to treat you how you deserve to be treated. I am asking you for the pleasure of your company, to win your affection and regard. I told you, I’m old fashioned about relationships. Sex is just that, sex, but starting something new with a woman that makes you feel alive for the first time in a long, long time…well, that deserves a different approach. I want to take my time with you, Nora. With us. Will you let me do that?”
“Okay,” she whispered and closed the gap between us, her neck tilting back as she looked up at me, the feel of her sleek little body against mine almost too much to endure. “Can I kiss you?”
I stared at her sparkling pink lips that glittered enticingly, “Not yet.”
“Why not?”
“Because when I kiss you for the first time, I want it to be as special as you are.”
She melted into me even more, and I couldn’t help circling my arms around her small body.
“You smell good,” she whispered as she leaned up on her tiptoes so she could run her nose along my neck.
With a grunt, I set her away from me, the temptation more than I could bear. “Are you ready to see the club?”
The little flare of triumph in her hazel eyes had me hiding a smile. So, she liked it when I reacted to her. Liked to know that she had the power to turn me on. Every relationship was based on a give and take, a power exchange, and I wasn’t one of those Doms who believed their submissive should have no control or power over their sexual lives. And while I knew many submissives who craved that lifestyle, it wasn’t for me. I liked my princess to feel powerful, to know that she pleased me, and I wanted her, so I purposely met her gaze and slowly reached down, then gripped myself and gave my aching shaft a good squeeze.
Her eyes went wide, her thighs clenched, and I swore I could smell how wet she was as she stared at my hand gripping my thick cock. “Come on, princess, we need to get out of here before I lose control.”
“What if I want you to lose control?” she asked with a hungry little growl to her voice that let me know it had been too long since someone had touched her.
“Not yet,” I said with a firm tone that had her pouting.
“I think I’m going to hate that phrase,” she muttered.
