The Gift Of Her Submission
Sascha Illyvich
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Casey wore a black dress that fit her body to a T. Ronan had insisted though she hated it. She'd always wanted to go baby bat Goth, here was her chance. Lack of a bra irritated her breasts, causing her nipples to peak rubbing against the layers of flimsy material. Beneath her dress, she wore sheer black stockings, matching lace garter belt and, just for him, no panties.
A shiver raced through her at the contact of bare skin against the wispy dress. What the fuck did she think she was really doing? Everywhere were those little nigglings of doubt that plagued her life.
A deep shuddering breath left her lungs as she tried to calm herself.
She could do this, she would do this. She wanted to do this. She wasn't going to turn around and run.
Strappy two inch heels adorned her feet. She still cringed when she saw herself in the mirror, all her insecurities wanted to rear their ugly heads but she wasn't listening to them tonight. She was thinking positive, he'd made it a point that self degradation was out period. So she thanked the Goddess for her dark auburn hair and aqua blue eyes. They were her prettiest features and she hoped he would at least approve.
Nervously sitting down before him, she swept her waist length hair aside. She was more accustomed to the weight of it tangled up into a non-fussy braid pulled back from her face rather than letting it hang free over her bare shoulders. Every little sensation made her want to squirm, specially the intensity of his gaze, which she hadn't mustered the courage to meet yet. Not that it was proper either.
Lowering her eyes, she looked down at the leafy green salad he'd ordered. There were lean thin slices of steak on it. The sight of it made her mouth water; she wasn't as used to such refinements. She wasn't used to a lot of things.
"You may look up at me now," his voice was steel, neutral and deep. Beneath half lowered eyes she could see him moving about nonchalantly arranging his napkin in his lap and his silverware in their respective places, as if everything were perfectly normal and he'd had dinner with her on a normal basis. But this was their first meeting; it'd taken her a while to let him talk her into it. So much fear had controlled her life.
She lifted her uncertain gaze to him, noticed how his long platinum blonde hair framed his handsome narrow face. Penetrating silver eyes peered at her through half open lids. Long eyelashes fluttered over round eyes. His lips were plump, kissable. Pale skin contrasted against the dark shirt he wore that covered a massive frame. She was captivated, her heart fluttered all the faster.
Casey suddenly wondered what he looked like nude, the more naughty part of her nature coming through despite her coyness. She'd seen a few pictures of him in a tank top, knew he had strong well defined shoulders. She could see her dainty fingers splayed across the rippling mass and the thought alone started her mind to wandering.
"I thought you said I was dieting?" Her voice was very soft as she poked at a tantalizing slice of meat, the center still slightly pink. Ronan waved an elegantly long fingered hand dismissively, "Dieting is bullshit, sweetheart."
He narrowed his eyes, tilted his head slightly to the side while he studied her. "I don't want you to lose weight."
Lowering her gaze, brows knitted together, her hands grabbed for the table cloth in her lap. Kneading the silken material nervously her skin crawled with goose bumps as he assessed her body with those piercing eyes.
He can see through me, she thought wringing the cloth tightly, already her teeth gnawing without pretence into the meat of her lower lip at the right side. Her stomach was one big knot at that lingering glance. He was appraising her and she knew it.
It was all there in his eyes, the play of emotion across the breathtaking shades of metallic grey, the thoughtfulness, the eagerness and excitement of a new potential conquest. A little irritation at her apparent fidgeting and something that burned hotter and brighter. That sparked and rapidly sped to its target like a bullet from a gun.
"You're beautiful the way you are," it was the same neutral tone but something tender had underlain the tones, sent another shiver through her body. Those bright metal eyes had gleamed with desire and affection.
"I want you to be healthy." He'd reached for his glass, taking a small sip of water, her eyes focused on the small bits of dew that were left behind, the craving to reach across the table and lick them from his lips ran through her mind as subtly a smile pulled the corner of his mouth.
She blinked innocently; let the movement flutter her lids closed as she tried to take her mind out of the gutter. She was torn between her want of him and the fear threatening to overpower her.
When in doubt, laugh it up.
"And steak is supposed to be healthy?" a smirk touched the edge of her mouth, a hint of her usual self.
"Yes." A wicked grin crossed his kissable mouth. "The protein you get there will keep you awake all night for," he clasped his hands together, "other things."
Her heart thudded faster at the last bit of his sentence, "This is the part where you should be making some crass comment about me eating your meat or such but you aren't?" She blinked slowly again expectantly as she watched him carefully, "Are you?"
"Go on, eat." He brushed his hand in front of her plate. Hints of flames danced within silver eyes that spoke of fervor, sending tightening waves tickling in Casey's lower region.
It was cooked perfectly and lain out on a bed of arugula. The spicy flavors of the greens mixed with the hints of black pepper in her mouth. Normally she disliked pepper but it was just the right balance of flavors across her tongue. She chewed the meat, tasting all the succulent juices from the tender cut of beef.
"Mmm," she swallowed and took another bite, a smile pulling at the edges of her mouth in pleasure. It'd been so long since she'd had such high quality cow that wasn't a pair of boots.
"You're not going to eat?" she arched a brow questioningly, fork half lifted to her mouth as she spoke and watched for his response.
Ronan merely shook his head; another elegant movement of his wrist brought the wine glass into his grip as he raised the cup slightly. "I have wine."
"We're beginning your lessons now though." The glint in his eyes held desire and spoke of more things that Casey wondered about. All those looming threats and promises between them that had never been expressed in anything more than text words and brief playful phone calls.
A slow shrug of the shoulders had Casey taking another bite. And another until the steak was gone from her plate and only crumbs left. Food had always been her weakness, she liked good food and he knew that about her. She glanced over her water glass at Ronan, seeing his approval. A momentary thrill of pride welled up inside her, a brief flare that for once she'd done something right.
"One might think you're trying to fatten me up for slaughter," her casual tone was more joke than sarcasm but she was adjusting quickly to being face to face with him. Becoming more comfortable in such a personal position.
"One might think that statement was impertinent as well." His tone remained neutral enough to hide the hidden annoyance. But he couldn't hide it in the jerky movement of his hand through his hair, pulling it back and away from his face to tuck carefully behind an ear.
Casey swallowed another sip of water, lowering her eyes, wishing for something else to put her lips around, something that would put him more at ease and forgive her for her blatant cynical streak. Nerves welled up as the waiter brought another bottle of wine for Ronan along with a second glass.
"For the lady," Ronan motioned smoothly at Casey. It hadn't been flamboyant or overtly elegant but rather more refined and sophisticated. He was a man used to giving direction. Used to having them followed, any good Dom was a master at body manipulation among other things.
"I don't uhh..." she tried to wave it off politely, her soft voice weak and stuttering. She looked across the table from Ronan to the waiter. She nodded quietly, and consented with a sigh.
She nodded quietly, and consented with a sigh.
He tilted his head, giving the annoyed slant of his eyes a softer look. "This is about new experiences, Kay. Remember?" He'd used her nickname on purpose, had made the conversation more intimate and personal.
Bending forward across the table he took her hands in his, forced her to release her grip and set them on the table before them. His hands were a warm strong presence over hers. The silken mass of his platinum hair swept across her hand in a genteel touch that made her sigh before those plush lips of his touched her forehead. This is about you and finding your joy, your new way to love and live life...," he whispered huskily through the press of warmth from his lips, "through your gift of submission to me."
Casey swallowed hard, the lump in her throat growing annoyingly larger. She had agreed to this meeting, agreed to perform for him in real time. How could she stick to her guns and not run like she'd always done? Harshly she had to remind herself there was nothing left worth going back to.
They'd known each other for a long time and had sworn to meet up as soon as they were able. Both being patient, not expecting completely the total time it took for Casey to learn the first lessons of her life, about standing on her own feet.
Truth was she'd snuck out one night into the darkness, scared to death and on the verge of a panic attack. But she'd made it and hadn't looked back from the situation she had been in. Only an asshole of an ex-husband who had berated her and made her feel small. He'd criticized her constantly. Even when she dug her heels in and fought back, he somehow still seemed to win. It'd been drilled into her mind that she was nothing, would never be anything but a hopeless co-dependent woman.
Ronan vehemently disagreed with that. Wanted to show her just how wrong that loser had been.
The chance Ronan had offered her seemed too good to be true. Try it out first, just a few days and then decide. Come be one of his kept. His pets, loved, cared for. Submissive completely and solely to him. Nodding slowly she firmly grasped the glass of wine Ronan handed her. Her hand hesitated a moment as she meet his hard expectant gaze again. This was simple, she'd had wine before, and she could do this for him. Forcing the rim to her lips, she inhaled the sharp tannins and tartness of the berry before swallowing. The liquid hit her tongue, confirming her thoughts. Bitter. Then as it slid down her throat, the liquid seemed to morph into something fruity with an acidic quality to it.
"See?" He clasped his hands together in front of him and watched her as though she were in school. He completely lacked that "Professor" look as his sensual mouth pulled into a satisfied smile, a traipse of his long hair falling in about his face.
"This game isn't so bad?" He'd settled back more comfortably in his chair, enjoying a sip of his own glass.
A simple nod of the head was her response as she quietly eyed the wine before taking another swallow, this time a bigger one. The deep red merlot burned a path down her throat, sent heat into her cheeks and flesh as it quickly went to work through her blood.
"Whoa," he caught the stem of her glass between agile...
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