Page 11 of Dominated By Love

“No, I’m not afraid to dance. I dance all the time.”

“Well, get out of your head and show me that you still got it.”

Taking the challenge, I stretched a little and let myself feel the music. I checked out of my thoughts and checked into the way the music made me feel. Within seconds, I forgot that I wasn’t in the room alone. Effortlessly, I moved my body to the rhythmic beat surrounding me. It actually felt good to just let go.

“Choose a safe word for me, pretty girl,” KD’s voice sounded somewhere in the room.

I almost asked what he meant, but I wasn’t a virgin. I knew what a safe word was. Were we really about to do this? Why did I need a safe word? All those questions went through my head as I opened my eyes and looked around the room. I spotted him, now shirtless, moving back over to the couch. God, he was ripped. How did I miss that? Who the hell was this person?

“Stop,” I told him.

“Stop what?”

“That’s my safe word.”

“That’s not gon’ cut it, Princess. You need something that will let me know you mean it.”

I laughed to myself as I thought back on that one Kevin Hart special. “Pineapples.”

He smirked but nodded his head. “Good enough. Undress and get on your knees.”

“Wait,” I blurted.

“Wait isn’t your safe word, Princess.”

“We haven’t started yet. I just have a question.”

“What is it?”

“Are we really doing this?” I asked him.

“We are. Stop thinking so much, take your clothes off, and get on your knees.”

“My knees?”

“It wasn’t a request, Princess. You don’t get to think right now. The only thing you need to do is whatever I say. On your knees, now.”

The firmness in his tone almost made me drop to my knees on command. What the hell? There might be something to whatever this was. Instead of reminding myself of the dozens of reasons that this was a bad idea, I decided to give in. My breathing was shallow as I removed my shirt and reached behind my back to unclasp my bra.

“Slowly,” he instructed, settling down on the couch.

I was self-conscious with his eyes on me. His facial expression was even, but I got the sense that he was pleased since his breathing seemed to speed up as I pushed my jeans down over my hips.

“Leave your panties on. I’ll handle that.”

“OK, now what?” I asked.

“Turn around and get on your knees. I don’t like repeating myself, so pay attention, Princess.”

I shouldn’t have been turned on by someone bossing me around. I liked being in charge. In this situation, it seemed to work. Maybe it was the person delivering the orders. I sank down onto my knees, feeling the thong I wore tighten as I settled into place. I was grateful for the soft carpet as I worked to find a comfortable position.

“Anything off-limits?” he asked.

I didn’t know why I was thankful for that question. Most guys didn’t ask. They just tried to impose whatever kinks and freaky shit they enjoyed on you and made you feel inadequate when you refused.

“I’ve never tried anal, and do not spit or pee on me.”

He chuckled right before I felt a sharp sting on my thigh. I inhaled a quick breath, ready to curse him out. My pussy felt extra warm as I considered that I might have actually liked it.