Page 36 of Down the Aisle
Shaking my head in disbelief, I tore my eyes away from the road to look at her. I'd already braced myself to see a disgusted scowl or horrified look, so I was in no way prepared to meet her awed eyes. "I'm sorry… What? I… You're not going to slap me for being a lewd prick?" I barely managed to get my stunned words out as I looked at her cynically.
Going red as a cherry, Eliza stammered, "W-well, it was sudden and intense… and a little revealing… But, I don't know, I'm not upset or anything. I'm more shocked at the fact you even think about me in such a way because, well, I'm not much to fantasize about."
Reaching down, she gripped my hand in her lap, fidgeting with my fingers. "No one's ever thought of me like that for so long… The last time anyone had any kind of fantasy about me was back when my ex and I were dating in high school, but I'm pretty sure it was more or less to get into my pants now that I think about it." The bright little spark of excitement of hers started to fade as realization dawned on her face.
Not wanting her mood to dampen, I quickly joked with a chuckle, "If you peeked into my mind and saw how much you plague it, you'd run for the hills." Not sure if it was a good joke, but it got her to smile and giggle.
Then, she went silent with a brooding expression that slightly worried me. Yeah, that rejection was probably coming right about…
"This might be a big ask, but could you show me later?"
Now…?
Huh?!
That was not the reply I had anticipated, not one bit!
Holy shit, was I really that off my game? I mean, I thought I had Eliza mostly figured out, but she was throwing me curveball after curveball!
Suddenly, our bodies were thrown to the side and jerked forward. I had to pull over and slam the brakes because there was no way any of this was happening.
My body spun around in my seat after I threw the car into park, and my hands shot out to hold her confused face. "A-are you serious? Please tell me you just said what I just heard, that I'm not dreaming," I demanded in a deep and breathy voice, desperately searching her eyes for any indications of deception.
The muscles in her neck popped with her hard swallow as her head nodded firmly in response. "Y-yes… If you're so crazy about me, then I want you to show me tonight. Prove to me you can do what you just confessed just now. Show me how serious you are." Her eyes were resolute, making me smile rather arrogantly.
Letting out a breathy chuckle, I leaned in and kissed her forehead. "God, I could kiss you right now if you—"
My, my, Eliza was chalked full of surprises today.
I loved it.
The boldness of her strength in which she grabbed my face and pressed our lips together sparked a newfound passion for my little rose. My grip on her face faltered for a split second because she caught me off guard, but the second I recovered, I gripped her face tightly, kissing her back with vigor. "Fuck, Eliza," I groaned against her lips heavily after we parted. "You have no idea how long—mhmph!"
Someone needed to stab me in the gut right now to prove this to be a reality because in no way did my sweet Eliza just shut me up with another demanding kiss. God, I could feel my very soul leave my body because of how starved she was. But, fuck me, she could take it. I didn't care—I was in Heaven.
Fucking paradise.
Her lips started to ease from mine, but I didn't want it to end yet. So, I tightened my hold on her face to keep her locked against me. Protesting, Eliza pawed at my chest with some lighthits, making me chuckle against her as I forced my tongue into her gasping mouth.
Fuck, I couldn't get enough of her! Every swipe of my tongue against hers gave me more and more of her intoxicating taste.
Groaning, I let go of her face and slipped a hand down her body to her waist, anchoring it there while my other slid around her neck. Having her locked in place, I finally released her from our dizzying kiss.
Slowly, our lust-dazed eyes caught each other's, causing our swollen lips to curve into blissful smiles. No words needed to be exchanged between us as we got lost in one another. Our little moment couldn't be disturbed; not even the little kid tunes in the background could touch the invisible barrier of solace and adoration we'd inadvertently put up.
Fear gripped my body when I saw Eliza's tongue swipe across her lips while her eyes averted slightly. "You wanted to know what got me interested in BDSM?" I could feel her pulse pick up with my fingers against her carotid. "I was curious. Curious about why people liked and wanted to get hurt, to submit, and have no control over their lives. I wanted to know why I found the idea so thrilling and cathartic." Looking away in shame, she hung her head slightly. "I wanted to know what was wrong with me because I shouldn't get excited at the thought of someone having such control over me, belting me until I orgasmed, calling me every deplorable name in the world while using my body, and being treated like nothing but a body to fuck."
Sucking in a trembling breath, she breathed deeply for a moment while chewing her bottom lip. "I wanted all of that, but I also wanted to be cherished," she admitted with a long exhale. "I mean, after a lot of research, I found everything to be quite normal and shit, but it still didn't really ease the feeling of shame in me." Smiling sadly, she reached a hand up and loosely wrapped it around my wrist. "But I couldn't go back onceI started. James seemed fine with it all, and we both learned and experimented with each other. He got off on the power, being in control and everything, and I was more than content with someone being in control while still loving me." Her wary eyes peered back up at me almost distantly as if she'd prepared herself for a blow from me.
"Oh, little rose." My voice barely came out above a whisper as I leaned in and pressed my forehead against hers. "Is that what you want? Deep down, you crave for me to take control, so you no longer have to worry?"
She practically melted at my words with how she leaned into me. Her eyes fluttered shut, and her whole body relaxed fully. "But I'm scared…"
"I understand." I truly did.
I assumed her ex completely fucked up her view and understanding of Doms, and honestly, he deserved a few blows to the gut with a metal club for that shit. I wouldn't be surprised if she never wanted to engage in the lifestyle with anyone ever again after such a horrible experience.
My only problem was how the fuck would I convince her that I was different?
