Lessons From the Professor

“Honestly, not much more than what I’ve seen on the television and in the movies, and I’m smart enough to know those weren’t realistic portrayals. Hollywood likes to twist things to up the entertainment value.”

He nodded, pleased to see she hadn’t balked. “Would you be opposed to experimentation in that realm?”

“It would depend. Can you give me more details?”

“I’m what you would refer to as a Dominant, or a Dom for short.”

“So, you desire to have complete control over your… partner?”

“In my case the term is submissive, and the truth is the submissive holds all the power in the relationship. She decides her boundaries, and then in turn leaves it up to the Dom to make decisions for her.” He watched a spark of desire flicker in her eyes and felt something tighten low in his stomach.

The idea turned her on. There might be hope for this relationship yet. He would take his time and ease her into his world slowly. His lids lowered at the thought of Sutton tied to his head board as he brought her to the heights of desire. Careful, old man, don’t jump the gun. He needed to proceed with caution. They hadn’t talked much about their sex lives, and what he was proposing was anything but vanilla. The last thing he wanted was a repeat of the disastrous situation he’d found himself in with Christine. Sutton struck him as a woman who knew what she wanted. But he knew she had no clue of the full extent of what he needed from her.

He was a possessive man. She’d have to trust him implicitly and be willing to give herself over to his care in a way very few women had been able to accomplish.

“What if I don’t like something you do?” she asked.

Her eyes were lowered when she laced her fingers and placed them in her lap. It sent a thrill through him to see the submissive behavior she displayed naturally. It was almost as if she recognized the dominant in him and deferred without coaching. His cock twitched. The thought of a natural submissive intrigued him. He’d be the first one to mold her and shape her to his specific requirements.

“It depends. As your Dom I will push you to your limits, and beyond. There’s always some discomfort with growth. However, if something truly bothers you, or you do not wish to try it at all, we’ll discuss it, and go from there. That’s one of the reasons it’s important to have a safe word.”

“That sounds reasonable. Can we set up a safe word now?”

“If you’d like.”

“Before I choose, will we practice outside the bedroom?”

“Yes, but I would never do anything that would embarrass you or cause unwanted speculation in public. We both have a … public persona to protect.”

She nodded her head and took a shaky breath.

“Then, maybe it should be a phrase? In case we’re out when I need to use it.”

“Very clever thinking.”

“What about, ‘I think I’ve had enough for now’?”

“That sounds reasonable to me. It wouldn’t attract attention, and it’s not a common phrase. For play in house I’d like to use the stop light signals, green for go, yellow for caution or slow down, and red for stop altogether.”

“I like that. Where do we go from here?”

“For now we’ll start slow, and if you have any questions that come up feel free to ask. I also have a list of books you can read if you’d like to familiarize yourself more with the lifestyle, providing you are interested in giving this a chance.”

“I’m very interested, Sidney.”

“Good.”

“Are you?”

“Interested?”

“Yes.”

“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t. I’m a very private man, Sutton, and that I revealed my inclinations to you at all, says a lot.”

“Oh.” The words were whispered, and he felt a smile curve his lips as she glanced at him coyly from under her lashes.

Despite her age, there was an aura of innocence that drew him in like a moth a flame.