Page 31 of Not About That Life
Book II – Dick Game Too Strong
One
Yeah, I found it, all right. Now I’m not sure I wish I had.
Ian stares me down as he causally walks inside. His walk is of confidence, with a bit swagger. He stands tall, just over six feet, and has that quiet strength about him I have grown to love since I first saw him.
His blue eyes sparkle with a bit of mischief and that quiet sensuality that makes me wonder what’s really in that brilliant mind of his. His drive and determination to be the best made me step up my game and create my own empire.
In a short while, I’m going to be his wife. Just like now how I’m photographed on every society page and gossiped about, it’ll be turned on to eleven when the marriage does occur. I’m not scared by it; strangely, I’m looking forward to the challenge.
Now, he was going to show me a different kind of power exchange. Just by looking at the room, I know it’s absolutelynothingI have seen and read. I just wonder if I can handle it.
I wonder if I can handleHim.
He briefly closes his eyes and sighs. “I love the smell of leather. So masculine and strong. It’s a very good tool to keep someone in their place.” He looks over at me and warmth immediately fills my panties. Maybe I’m not so scared, after all.
He walks over to the bench and sits on it. He takes a sip of the brown liquid and turns to me. “Sit with me, angel.”
My stomach cinches with nervousness and all Ian asked me to do was sit next to him. Am I already afraid? I take yes for 100, Alex.
I walk over to Ian and I feel my legs tremble with each step. I sit right beside him and offer a grin. The freezing cold temperature is now obvious on my skin as numerous goosebumps appear. I’m starting to shiver and Ian takes off his jacket and covers me with it. “Cold or nervous?” He asks.
I swallow. “Both.”
“It’s okay to be nervous. I won’t do anything you don’t want to do here. You’re the one calling the shots, angel. I just facilitate every need you have.” I feel his eyes brush over me and somehow,inside me,and I shiver again.
I have so many questions about this room and can’t decide which one to ask first. When did he know he was a Dom? Is he a Sadist? What will be our safeword? How many times would He expect this to occur? Would be it BDSM 24/7 or just a bedroom thing?
So many questions and I have no clue where to start.
Ian hands me the drink and grins. “It’s strong. Johnnie Walker.”
I take a whiff of it and felt the hair burn off my head. I look back at him and he slightly nods. Here goes nothing. I guess I wouldn’t need to make that waxing session later this week.
I took a sip of the brown liquid and felt my eyes bulge out of my sockets. My tongue was burning and my mouth was about to jump out and hit me. “Strong,” I manage to cough the word out.
“Take another sip.” Ian insists and just as I’m about to show him the real meaning of ‘before I get ghetto in this motherfucker…’, He lifts the glass to my lips. “Swallow big this time.”
I gulp the whiskey and I think it went down worse than the first time. As the liquor courses through my body, my entire being is on fire and I feel like Bruce Banner before he turned into Hulk. Now I can fuck shit up!
Ian takes the glass back and examines how little of it is left. I damn near killed it. “Feel better?”
I hiccup. “You told me to swallow big.”
“That I did.” He finishes the drink and set the glass on a nearby table. “What’s on your mind, angel?”
“I think you’re channeling your inner Rick James.” I let out another breath and I feel his questioning eyes. “Sex dungeons.”
“Ah,” he shakes his head, “you know none of the sort goes on here, angel.”
“I know, it’s just…” I look around the room again. How can it be so aesthetically pleasing and freaky at the same time? Come to think of it, that describes Ian to a tee. “…I wasn’t expecting this.”
“I told you I wasn’t going to keep any secrets from you and this was a big one.” He admits. “Not everyone knows this about me. In fact, you’re only one of a few. Not even Gerald and Emma know this, though I doubt they would be surprised that I did.”
I can only imagine how Thanksgiving would be ifthatinformation came out. “Who actually knows that you do this?”
“Well, my friends I’ve spoken about, Nick and Zerrin, and Scott and Mariana. And a few submissives I’ve had signed a NDA so I’m not showing up in TMZ.”
