Page 14 of Resisting the Temptation
“But you didn’t…” She looks pointedly at my still tented slacks.
I run my hand over her right arm, tracing the delicate ink. “Tonight was all about you. Don’t worry about me.”
“Okay,” she sighs. “I really enjoyed everything we did. I was a little… wary about spankings because of how I was raised, but it was actually really hot.”
“Did you feel safe? With me?”
Those ocean blues shine bright, even in the dim lighting of the room. “I felt more safe with you than I have with anyone else in a long time. I felt… in control, even if I wasn’t.”
“You’re always in control. You tell me ‘red,’ and everything will stop immediately. I may be the Dom, but you hold all the power.”
“It was nice not having to overthink my every move. I like that your expectations were clear and direct.”
“That is a big appeal to a lot of people.” Is it too forward to ask her to continue this? To invite her over to my house to play? Kiera has my address, so it’s not like no one would know where she’d be. Still, I could see her feeling a little nervous to take such a big step with a virtual stranger.
Sometimes the risk is worth the reward, though.
“Is this…arrangementsomething you’d like to continue?”
E sighs, “I would. But I can’t afford the club fees right now. It’s a miracle Kiera got me in.”
Right, I remember there being an email about staff being able to bring a friend once a month to generate more buzz for the club. I was dreading it at first, but the situation brought this lovely woman into my orbit, so I can’t betoo upset.
I clear my throat. “If it’s not too forward… I have a room at my house similar to this one. If you’d feel comfortable coming to my place, I’d love to continue helping you explore.”
E takes her plush bottom lip between her teeth, and I resist the urge to pull it free with my thumb.
Finally, she responds, “As long as you’re okay with me sharing my location with my friends, I think I’d really like to continue this as well.”
I’m not someone who cheers or fist pumps, but I find myself fighting against both of those reactions. “Absolutely. Your safety is my number one priority.”
“I guess we better share our names with each other, then?”
“Hmmm. Let’s keep the mystery alive just a little while longer. We can share names when you come over next Saturday night?”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
“As am I. Are you ready to get up and get dressed? Are you feeling okay?”
“I feel great. I should probably get home, anyway. I have a lot to do tomorrow.”
“Of course.” I help her off the bed and over to her discarded clothes and shoes.
I help her step into her discarded panties, then pull her dress over her head and fix her hair so none of it is stuck in the delicate satin. She sits on the chaise to put her shoes back on, but I kneel before her and slip them on her small, dainty feet.
“Thank you,” she breathes when I help her stand.
“My pleasure.” I want to kiss her. Just a small, delicate peck on her lips. Just to know what they feel like against mine.
But I’d never cross a line she’s set in stone, so I step back and offer her my arm.
She takes it, and together, we walk out of the room and into the main club area, where I offer to walk her to her car. She declines, saying she’s ordering a rideshare since she didn’t know if she’d be drinking.
After collecting our respective personal items, we head out to the curb to wait for her rideshare. I put my number in her phone and send myself a text so I have hers, then we stand side by side, not touching, until the car pulls up a few minutes later.
“Text me so I know you made it home safely,” I command before she gets in the car.
She nods, then waves as she gets in the backseat.
