Chapter 2: The Other Side of You Part 2
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A dark expression fell onto Alexandre's face and he chuckled. He leaned across the table and touched her chin, tipping her face up. Widow frowned and shoved his hand off of her, and he chuckled harder before settling back into his seat.
"I saw an image of a man dressed in a black cat leather suit, ears, bell, tail... the whole ensemble, and a woman had him drinking milk from a saucer. From then on, I wanted to be a part of that world. I wanted to be that man with that strong independent woman. I wanted to be under her boot. On a leash... everything. I became obsessed with trying to find a woman that would be into that. That was when I found you."
She smiled at him and he continued to explain himself. "I mean it wasn't just my life or the photo I found... There is an incredible amount of trust in it. Like you said. I need that feeling of trust. I don't have it anywhere else in my life. I never have. I crave it and I need it. I need to feel trusted and to feel like I can trust someone. Right now... I can't trust anyone." His cheeks flushed and he looked away from her with slumped shoulders.
Widow tried to not listen to him. Tried to not let him wedge his way into her heart, but her heart sped up anyway. She worried her bottom lip and tried to not feel anything for this man in front of her. No, she wouldn't let herself fall. She never had this issue before. Never felt anything for any submissive man, or submissive woman for that matter, and she had been with a few of those too. So, why was she suddenly feeling something for this person? What made him so special? What made him any different than those before him?
She shook her head and leaned on her hands. "I think that trust is what makes this life beautiful, Monsieur Bordeaux. Trust is everything. Especially, in this day and age. Don't you agree?"
"Yes, Mistress Widow." Alexandre smiled at her and she made a few notes on the contract before she continued on with the questions.
"Now, let's go over hard limits and soft limits." Widow smiled and turned the page after he initialed the last one. "Now, go through this list and tell me the ones that you won't do."
"Alright, seems easy enough." Alexandre took the paperwork and skimmed down the list. He spun the paper towards her and pointed to each line of text as he spoke. "I won't do anything with bowel movements, urethra play, ass fisting, ass hooks, skin piercing, knife play, medical play, needle play, and rape is a big no. Other than that, Mistress Widow? I'm all yours."
"You're okay with any other anal play, harnesses, leather suits, being tied up, and everything else on that list?" She was shocked. Most men had more limits than him.
"Yeah. That all sounds fine." Alexandre got lost in thought of her dominating him and his c**k twitched with excitement.
"Alright. Initial here." She passed him it again and he signed the bottom. "Now, the safeword to make our fun end if it becomes too much and you want to stop. What do you want it to be? The most common one is red. Is that okay or do you want another one?"
"Hmmm..." Alexandre thought for a moment, tapping his index finger on his chin. "How about Macaron?"
"Macaron?" Widow raised an eyebrow.
"Seems fitting for me." Alexandre shrugged and she smiled at him.
"Alright, macaron it is. Should I assume that yellow is okay for when you need to slow down or I'm nearing the edge of too much?" Widow watched him from across the table as she waited for his response.
"That's fine. Although, I doubt I'll need it." Alexandre smirked at her with a dark gleam in his eyes. Something in her caught fire as she realized that he might be able to handle her.
"Purrfect, Monsieur Bordeaux." She wrote the two words in the blank slots for the two degrees of safewords. She made him initial again. "Now, I must tell you. I don't do relationships. Too much drama for me. So, as soon as you fall for me, which you might... the deals off. Contract broken. I've been hurt too many times to go through that again. Is that okay with you?"
"Yeah, it's fine." Alexandre nodded and she passed him the paper.
"Now, let me go over my rules. As soon as you are behind that door and in that room... I own you. You will get on your gear or harness. Whatever I put out for you to wear. You will then walk to the middle of my room, get on your knees, place your hands on your thighs, and look down at them. You may not touch me, or look at me, unless I agree to it. And don't utter a single word. Other than Yes, Mistress Widow." Widow smiled and watched him swallow hard and blush.
"I understand." Alexandre cleared his throat and rubbed his hand along the bulge in his jeans, adjusting himself.
"Alright, that's it. We're done." She smiled at him and he sat back in his chair. She walked around him and pressed her breasts into his shoulder blades as she removed his hand from satisfying his ache. "And no pleasuring yourself unless I say to."
"So, when do we start?" A deeper blush came to Alexandre's cheeks and she smirked at him, sitting back down in her chair.
"As soon as you'd like. We could now if you want. My room is right there. Just a few doors over." Widow leaned on her hands again and batted her eyelashes for him.
Alexandre's gaze drifted to the direction she was focused on.
"Or... we could give it a few days and-" Widow shrugged and was shocked to see Alexandre fall to his knees with his hands on his thighs and head bowed. "-start then..."
She had never seen a man do what he did so willingly. It was like he had changed and was ready to begin without even saying a word. Something about it bugged her, but she shook it off. She wouldn't let him get to her. Not this easily.
Widow walked over to him and placed her hand beneath his chin and tilted his head up. He looked at her with an eager expression. "You don't need to get on your knees until you enter that room. But I appreciate your eagerness."
She let her hand slide from beneath his chin and she pressed the toe of her black heels between his thighs, and he kept his eyes on hers as his cheeks flushed.
"Get up." She smirked and removed her foot from him.
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