Her Serious DOM

The Hour After

Stone was used to women being emotional after a scene, whether weepy, deliriously happy, or snippy and mean. Everyone handles subdrop differently. What he didn't think he could handle was his woman being upset. Then again he had to remind himself that she was not his and she never would be. That thought felt like a kick to the gut that he had never felt. Why was this so different?  Why was she so different? He had been around tons of beautiful women. There was no shortage in this club. However,  the moment Stone locked eyes with Riley he knew he was in trouble. Now it was worse than he suspected. Hearing Riley cry was a stab to his heart, a heart that should remain closed. A heart that had to remain closed,  because if not, she would only cause him trouble,  and her pain.  What was he going to do?

“Riley, why are you crying?  I am so sorry if I pushed you too far. I thought you were enjoying our time together. Was I wrong? I thought you would have used your safe word if all was not alright.”

“No Stone, you were not wrong and that is the problem.” He wanted to scold her for breaking protocol and not referring to him as Master since they were still inside the club , but he didn’t think now was the time.

“I did enjoy what we did. I shouldn't’ though. No woman should enjoy being treated like property.  I don’t understand all this but most importantly I don’t understand why I liked it so much. This isn't me. I am always in control but I let you have that control and I feel like I lost something. I have never had a man boss me around during s*x.  Most importantly, I have never been hit during s*x. My feelings are hard to explain.  It is harder to understand.”

“Riley, maybe this is you.  I understand, everyone's first time is different. But sometimes relinquishing control, if only briefly, is a means to taking back what is yours.   Riley, the submissive is the one who truly has control in a scene.”  She looked at him like she couldn't comprehend what he was saying.  He continued, “If at any time you end the scene and use your safe word , it stops. I can't force you to continue.  The dominant has to take his cue from the submissive. I have to read your body language to determine what you will take and what you want. What you are enjoying and what you aren’t. For example, I realized a few things. For one, you don’t like when I kiss your stomach. See,  I even notice the small things.”

 “How do you know?” 

“You tensed up. I could feel how uncomfortable you were, which is something that I never want.  Was I wrong?”

“No, you are not wrong. I am self conscious of my belly. I always have been,  because of the scar.”

“You have no reason to feel that way. You are beautiful and perfect everywhere.” God, he loved her blush. Making her turn pink was becoming one of his favorite habits. “I am in awe of you and I have been since I walked through the door. I didn’t plan on coming in tonight and encountering the most gorgeous creature I have ever seen. I certainly didn’t plan on playing. Something about you though that I can't put my finger on. And the fact that you put your trust in me and went outside your comfort zone to try something new, says a lot about you.”

“I also noticed a few other small things that you didn't seem to be comfortable with.  Because you control the situation, the next time we play,  I will be mindful. So you see, you have just as much control,  if not more than I do.”

“I never thought of it like that. So does that mean you want to play together again?”

Stone looked lost in thought. All of a sudden Riley noticed he was looking nervous and that made her even more nervous. She liked Stone. She wanted to see him again.  She was worried that he didn't feel the same way. 

Interrupting whatever was going on in his mind, “Stone, thank you.”

“What are you thanking me for”

“Well for showing me something different and being patient”

Stone looked sad.

“Did I say something wrong?”

“No. Of course not. It is just that normally I don’t have personal conversations with the women I play with.”  Hearing Stone talk about other women made her gut twist. She didn't like thinking of him with other women.  That was the deal though. This was only supposed to be a one night thing. Maybe it could be a few nights.  No, she should put a stop to this.  RIley thought there was something special about Stone and she wanted, no need, to figure it out.  “Other than going over the checklist and discussing hard limits, I don’t spend a lot of time talking.  I don’t want this to get too personal. I can't have a relationship. I hope that doesn't upset you.”

Feeling like she had been slapped in the face, she said, I am not looking for anything serious. I have had it before.  Besides, after I save up enough I am moving to London.”  She smiled, unable to speak, caught up in the feel of him holding her, and the smell of his cologne. 

All of a sudden Stone started thinking about Riley way across the pond. It was very unsettling. She couldn't leave. He had only just found her and he didn’t think the unusually strong attraction that he felt was one-sided.  With every glance between them something deep tightened within him.  He needed to put a stop to this but he just couldn’t help himself. He knew that telling her he wasn't interested in anything serious was a lie. 

Regretting the words as soon as they came from his mouth, Stone asked Riley where she got her scar. Startled by the directions of the conversation, RIley quickly retreated inside herself again.  She no longer looked at ease. Everything about her body language screamed apprehension.  “Look, it's getting late. I wasn't planning on staying here. This is just a job. I only came here to work. Before Stone was even conscious of making the decision, he grabbed RIley in a soul crushing kiss. Her tongue in his mouth was like no other kiss before and he knew that he would never kiss or be kissed by another woman with the same passion. He tried to tell himself he knew nothing about this girl, that she was just another bartender wanting to learn about b**m. No point. 

“RIley, do you work tomorrow?”

“Yes, I will be here from six o’cclock’ till ten pm.”

“Do you think we could spend some time together after your shift?”  She was now looking nervous. Before she could say no, he continued, “Look , I know that neither of us is after anything serious. I just want to show you more of what this lifestyle can offer. I promise you that I am not looking to be your serious Dom. He laughed as if he was privy to an inside joke.”

“Even though I have a strange feeling about this I have to say yes. I am curious.  I know that there will be no future with us though. Just sex.”

“Oh Riley, that is where you are so wrong. It will be so much more than just s*x. You can be sure of it.”