Anything He wants

We drove along the small, lamp-lined streets of Harwich Port, and made a right turn off Route 28. We were about five miles from the restaurant when we pulled into a large parking lot. I caught a glimpse of the name of the beach, Red River Beach. The bright moon reflected off the rolling waves in front of us, and I grinned.

“This is beautiful, sir.” I looked at his profile.

“I thought a quiet place would ease your mind, and allow you to speak freely.” He turned and looked at me.

The shadows played off his face, making him look more sinister than he was. Well, at least from what I knew of him so far. He seemed gentle, sincere, and, well, a gentleman. I looked at him pensively for a few moments, unsure where to start, what to say – so much had already been said online and on Skype. Then it came to me.

“Sir, where do you live?”

“I live in Dennis. And you, little blue bird, you live in Brewster?”

I nodded, although it seemed silly; he already knew that. “I’m not sure what to talk about, sir. What is left?”

“I want to get to know you. Understand you.”

His hand touched mine, and the flutters came alive again; I had just calmed them down. Sir had said similar words to me before; that he wasn’t a Dom that wanted many subs or sexual encounters. He wanted the right sub, and to pursue the relationship; train me to be “His sub”.

Wetness seeped into my cotton panties, as the overwhelming feeling of being wanted to start my prior self-consciousness. I had asked him many times if he was sure; I didn’t want to get my hopes up, but he’d insisted, that once we met, he would know.

My mouth was a sudden rush of saliva, and I continued to swallow at a rapid pace to keep up. I was nervous, but this time I realized it was this meeting that held all the cards for me with him.

“Sir?” I asked meekly.

“Yes.” He watched my face, and concern grew in his eyes.

“Excuse me,” I stepped out of the car, my stomach unable to handle any more roller coasters as well as being inundated with my constant intake of air and saliva.

I threw up.

Great! Pure sex and class, Jennifer! I chastised myself. If I can’t even handle saliva, how can I handle copious amounts of come? You stupid fool. This whole thing is a mistake. What was I thinking? He doesn’t want you.

Doesn’t matter anyway, this is the nail in the coffin. Idiot!

“BBluebird oh, beautiful little one. You are under the weather. Perhaps too much to drink. I’m sorry, I should have insisted on a better place, coffee, no alcohol.” His hand stroked my back, and he handed me a handkerchief. Who even had handkerchiefs anymore? I wiped my lips, and my teary eyes looked up at him.

“I’m so sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to ruin your evening. I am just so nervous. I promise to be better. Please,” I pleaded.

I wasn’t sure why I wanted to please this man so much, but I did. Every time he told me that I was a “good girl” – whether typed or on Skype I would get a warm sensation across my body. He was different than all the other Doms I’d met online, and the first one I’d met in person. His patience was almost agonizing at times; however, part of me thought it was what I needed.

He assisted me back to his car.

“No, please don’t take me home. Please, sir.” I looked at him, and tears crested in my eyes, as emotions washed over me.

“Little one? What is it?” His fingers ran down my spine.

I reached into the car, fumbling through my purse, and grabbed a piece of mint gum. I knew my breath was probably atrocious. “I know you are out of town for a while, and I don’t know when we will meet again. I-” He smiled.

I let out a big breath of nervous energy, and sniffled “It’s alright,” I whispered. I figured I’d blown it anyway. I was acting like a complete psych patient. I leaned into the car and slipped my purse to the floor. I took my seat again.

I watched as he gently closed the door, and I stared out of the window. I stared in complete silence the short distance back to my car. I got out without a word and walked swiftly to my car, which was across the street in another parking lot. I didn’t want to let him see me upset.

Fool. I sat in my car a for few minutes, trying to gather myself, and ping tears from my cheeks.

Text message: If you are quite finished, please get out and come say goodbye like a proper lady.

I hadn’t noticed that he was parked next to me in the parking lot. I stepped out of my car and saw him leaning casually against his car, with his arms crossed against his chest.

“Sir, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you. I,” I swallowed hard, looking at his face. There wasn’t much light for me to discern his emotion. “Thank you for dinner. I didn’t mean to screw everything up. Good night, sir.”

“Jennifer,” his voice was low, soft, and made me freeze on the spot. “If this is going to work, you need to tell me when things upset you. I cannot help you if you clam up and run away.”

I nodded, still facing away from him.

“Turn around and look at me.”

I turned slowly, and he was right in front of me. So close that his aftershave pressed into my nostrils, and sent me reeling. I hadn’t smelled it before, and it was sending signals of want to my brain.

When his hands grasped both sides of my face, a little moan escaped my lips. As he wiped my tears away, I heard a light chuckle come from him. He pulled me in for a hug, and I let go of my tension, falling into him like a ragdoll.

“Sir, I worry I am not what you need.”

“We’ve talked about this, blue bird.”

“Yes, you said that, when you met me, you would know.”

He pulled back enough to look into my eyes, letting out a frustrated growl. “Women,” he muttered. “Take everything so liliterallyLittle one, you need to relax, you are not being tested under some microscope. We need to see together if we are a match, f we fit together like a puzzle. Understand?”

I nodded, despite still wanting reassurance. I pulled him close again, needing to feel him against me.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Sir tugged back, bracing me with his hands on my biceps, and his lips gently kissed mine. As the back of his hand brushed the side of my face, I bit on my lower lip. Darkness cast over us, as the moon was shrouded in a line of clouds.

I shivered, and every fiber inside of me wanted to kiss him, really kiss him. But he remained impassive. He was just watching me, and my longing was becoming an ache. Night after night, I’d dreamt of kissing him. My eyes left him couldn’t take it anymore, and I withdrew from him. I was feeling lost. Unsure of my place, of what I should do.

“Little one,” his voice spoke so low, I could just barely hear him.

“Perhaps you aren’t ready,” he said to my back, and my stomach lurched.

My breath stopped, and the tears rolled down my cheeks again. I nodded and wiped them away. I walked past him and toward my car. I sat in the seat, waiting for him to pull away first. When he just stood there, I drove away with my pedal to the floor.