Page 34 of A Good Girl's Guide to Dominance
Nia freezes immediately. Her hands remain perched on my belt, but she doesn't move, looking up at me with raw passion in her gaze. Her body trembles with a need to keep going, but restraint is the mark of both a good Dom and a good sub.
“Put your hands at your sides,” I tell her, testing the waters. How far is she really willing to go? Have her issues with men been caused by the fact that she’s not a good submissive? I’m about to find out.
Nia licks her lips, her eyes never leaving mine as she slowly lowers her hands.
“Good,” I reply with a smirk. “You want this?”
“Yes,” she answers.
“You want to submit to me?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to be your Dom tonight?”
“Yes.”
“Then say it.”
She lets out a breath and says, “I want you to be my Dom tonight.”
“No,” I reply, shaking my head. “If you want it, I need to know it without even a shadow of a doubt. You’ll have to beg. So say it.”
I watch as realization washes over Nia like suds in a shower. She's not here with whatever men she dated before. She is not in the presence of a fake Dom or a boy who read a book andthought they could play the part. I am real. I am what every Dom strives to be.
“Please be my Dom tonight,” she begs.
The sound of her consent fills me from head to toe with desire, nearly sending me plunging into Dom Space. Her words mixed with the sound of her voice is the ultimate aphrodisiac, and I can't get enough of it.
“Do you want me to undress you?” I ask, already aware of the answer but wanting to hear her say it.
“Yes,” she replies.
“Say it.”
“Rome, please undress me.”
“Good,” I say as heat envelopes me. “Now don't move.”
As I lick my lips, I reach up for the strap on Nia’s gorgeous dress, pulling it off and letting it dangle from her shoulder. When I remove the other side, the dress immediately falls to the floor, revealing her perfect body. When I say perfect, I mean gorgeous in every sense of the word. Not unblemished or completely unmarred, or skinny without the slightest hint of fat. I mean impeccably flawed with curves fit for a grown woman. I mean cellulite that I want to run my tongue over, and dark spots that call to me like a beautiful voice in the wind. With each and every so-called flaw that a broken society would have the gall to turn its nose up at, Nia is absolutely perfect.
“Fuck,” I whisper to myself before speaking louder. “You're so unbelievable I can barely stand to be close to you. I feel honored, like your presence is my gift from the stars. Do you know how beautiful you are?”
Nia stares at me with a furrow in her brow, her expression unreadable. She doesn't answer, but I understand. This moment isn't about me asserting dominance over her. It’s about her claiming her own power and understanding the queen that she is. It’s why I won't do anything until she says please. I am theDominant, but I have no power at all unless she gives it to me. She wants to be commanded, but I need her to understand that she is the light that guides us through the darkness. Her voice and consent is what gives me power over her. Without her I am nothing.
I take a moment to look at her body, marveling at its beauty and thinking of ways I can both satisfy and mar it. I gently run my hand down her shoulder and arm, then grab her by the hip and squeeze, hypnotized by how her skin flexes beneath my grip. Her eyes watch me, but she does as I told her and never moves. Her obedience drives me while her beauty seduces me, and I feel trapped within her grasp.
“Now tell me what you want,” I demand, my fingers still pressing tightly against her waist.
“Can I please kneel for you?” she asks.
“Yes,” I reply automatically, desperate to see her drop down and look up at me. “Kneel.”
Unashamed of her naked body—exactly the way a woman should be—Nia slowly drops to her knees. Like a trained submissive, she tucks her legs beneath her body and places her hands on her thighs with her palms up. Once she's settled, I walk behind her and pull her locs until they all cascade down her back, then I return to her front, standing above her.
“Is this what you wanted?” I ask.
“Yes,” she says, looking up at me with lust and need in her beautiful brown eyes.
