Page 41 of Love Lessons

It was kind of nice. And she loved having her hair played with.

She told herself that she could do this. She could accept this lesson just like anything else and just… relax.

Because Dustin was in control. That’s what it was really about. It was a weird sort of scene, but it was still a scene. Just a scene where Dustin was… taking care of her? Maybe that was it.

She let her eyes drift closed, not even worrying about the movie. Dustin really did feel good, with his muscular chest and the way his other hand was now gently stroking up and down her back. He’d lifted up the camisole to reach her skin, but that’s still all he was doing, just rubbing her back in the same soothing motion.

She snuggled in closer and he pulled her a little tighter for a moment, a kind of hug when they were already embracing, and then went back to stroking her hair.

At some point, she must have drifted off, because she was awakened with a string of kisses on her forehead and the gentle rocking of Dustin’s body as he sat up and pulled her with him.

He stretched and she followed suit, though their legs were still tangled together. She rubbed her eyes, trying to shake the sleep out of them.

How are you feeling? he asked.

Fine. It wasn’t a total lie. She was feeling relaxed and cared for and appreciated. She was also feeling nervous and confused. So, on average, fine.

He raised one eyebrow, but she didn’t change her answer. She felt grateful when he let it go and changed the subject.

I recall that you like to cook. Maybe we could make a meal together?

That hadn’t been what she’d expected either. Not that she had expectations, exactly, but she kind of thought they’d either be talking about BDSM 101 or, well, doing BDSM 101.

She finally had to ask. Are you still punishing me for cancelling on you?

He narrowed his eyes and looked almost sad. No. It’s just dinner. Was he feeling sorry for her? Because if so, there was nothing to feel sorry about. She didn’t need a relationship to be happy.

Was it weird that she didn’t usually have people over for dinner, though? She went out to dinner with people. Usually in large groups or when she was organizing something. And she brought people back to her place for hook-ups. It was just weird to kind of merge the two.

Dustin stroked a soft hand over her knee, making her realize that she’d probably been thinking for too long.

She liked cooking. She even liked cooking with other people, like her sister Maggie. And she’d committed to spending the day with Dustin, which meant that they had to eat sometime.

She wasn’t sure where this confusion and worry was coming from, really. It was dinner. She could do this.

She put a smile on her face and popped off the couch to head for the kitchen.

Only then did she realize what she was wearing. What she’d actually been wearing the whole time she was cuddling on the couch, while Dustin played with her hair and completely ignored her sexy outfit.

I’ll just go change and then we can decide what to make, she signed brightly.

Dustin shook his head in mock regret. I don’t think so. I told you to put on something comfortable and this is what you chose. Now you can wear it for the rest of the evening. He walked past her and gave her a small slap on the ass. It’ll be quite enjoyable for me, too.

Shame and arousal tangled up inside her and she wasn’t even sure where it was all from. It was such a small punishment that it shouldn’t have turned her on so much. Maybe it was because it was a real punishment, a real response to her actions, not some fake story line in a club. She’d been disobedient and now she was paying the price.

And then there was the fact that Dustin was obviously enjoying it. The way that his eyes had devoured her when she first stepped into the room said it all. And there was something daring and sexy about making dinner in her lingerie.

That thought quickly spun out into a fantasy of Dustin walking in the door and finding her like that as she cooked a meal for him. He’d push her to the floor and make her service him, praising her for her cocksucking and culinary skills together. Maybe he could come home to find her like that every day…

No, that thought wasn’t an option. Maybe she’d ask him about a role play sometime and she could get a tiny white apron. That could work.

Eager to get started, she strutted into the kitchen, buoyed by his avid perusal of her body. She opened the refrigerator and made a show of bending over to look inside, her legs straight and ass in the air.

Just as she’d hoped, he came up behind her, his warmth a delicious counterpoint to the cool air in front of her. She rubbed her ass back against his bulge and was rewarded by his hands tightening on her shoulders.

But then he pointed out a few things that looked good and asked what she wanted to make. So… this wasn’t going to be a prelude to sex.

They finally decided on enchiladas, since Dustin pointed out that they still had plenty of time before dinner and Lena mentioned that she loved them but rarely made them since she was cooking for one.