“Pretty dress,” he says. “Pretty hair. Pretty shoes. There’s just one thing I need to know.”
“What’s that?”
“What kind of pretty panties are you wearing?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.
I blush.
This is the part of having a Dom that’s embarrassing and hard and wonderful.
This is the part of the relationship that makes me nervous, but also excited.
He wants to know what I’m wearing under my dress, and I have to decide whether I’m going to play coy and tease my Dom or if I’m going to be blunt and tell him.
Or I could be sexy as hell and just lift my dress to show him.
But something is still holding me back.
I’m finding that I can’t just give everything up to him, and I’m not sure why exactly I’m struggling with this so very much. There’s something about Aaron that I really like, but there’s also something that really scares me. I can’t quite bring myself to just flash him what I’ve got on underneath, so I finally take a deep breath and just smile.
“They’re pink,” I say.
“Thong?”
“Nope,” I shake my head, feeling my hair bounce.
“Are they lacey?”
“Yes,” I say.
“I’d like to see,” he tells me.
“Um, okay,” I say, reaching for the hem of my dress, but Aaron grabs my wrist, stopping me.
“No, I’d like to see them here, in my hands.”
“What are you saying?” I squeak out.
“Panties off, little princess,” he says.
And so it begins.
Carefully, so as to not show off too much, I reach under my dress and pull off my panties. I step out of them and wad them up into a little ball, and then I place them carefully in his hand. Aaron looks at my panties and then at me.
“Pretty,” he says, and then he sets the panties on a side table. “Shall we go?” He reaches for my hand, and silently, I follow him out of the house and to the car. He opens the door, helps me into my seat, and then puts my seatbelt on for me. “Are you comfortable?”
“Yes.”
“Good. That’s what I like to hear.”
He walks around the car and gets into the driver’s side. He starts driving, but we’re both quiet on the ride. I’m completely caught up in my thoughts and it feels like it’s only a few second later that we arrive.
“Are you ready, little one?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
A tiny, little wave of nervousness washes over me as we head into the club. It’s a place I’ve been a million times before, but somehow, tonight feels different.
Tonight feels like the first night of the rest of my life.