Chapter Two-3
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“Take off your jacket, and open your legs a littler wider. And please go on.”
She jogs her coffee cup just enough so some spills into the saucer. She pushes it away hardly having drunk much.
“Your stomach unsettled?” I ask.
“Yes, it is.” She struggles to remove her jacket aware how obvious her breasts become with nothing but the silk to cover them. Each move to comply with my orders makes her more jittery and me more aroused. These first moments with a submissive are some of the most divine I can create. Delia is as natural as any young woman I know. She parts her legs and her skirt rises while she worries if anyone in the room will notice. “I… um…” each word becomes a struggle. She has no idea how exhilarating this will feel when she’s done. Confessions like these are good for the soul. “I have so many thoughts that just swim through me, but no experience.”
“None?”
“Little.”
“Tell me about what little experience you’ve had.”
She bites her lip so hard I wonder if it will bleed. Exposure is a mean sword.
“A boyfriend—a few months ago. I asked if he’d bind my hands to the headboard of my bed.”
“And did he?”
She smiles, “Yes.”
“What did that feel like?”
“Like I wasn’t getting enough. All he did was make love to me like a school kid and we ended up laughing.”
“What was missing?”
“Oh, the fantasy, Mr. Keller,” she turns serious.
“The whips, the chains, the leather—the ruthlessness of a controlling man?”
“You know my heart now,” she says.
“I knew it long before we began, Delia.”
The first signs of relief appear on her frightened face as she sees that our conversation is coming to an end.
“Are you wearing panties?” I ask, as I reach for my wallet.
“Yes.”
“Then before you leave the restaurant, take them off here at the table. When I think you’re ready for more we’ll talk again.”
“That’s all?” she looks aghast.
“No, it’s not all. But you’ve had enough for one day. No expectations, Delia. What might happen is likely to be far different that you imagine.”
After paying the bill I get up and walk away, knowing that she stares at me, brooding silently as she thinks of how this relationship will proceed. She’ll be agitated about it all day, masturbate about it all night, and eventually, in a week or so, just before I make my next move, her despair will eat away any confidence I’ve given her today.
As I walk out on Delia Rose, I am supremely happy to be moving away from the unpleasant past of Anna Keller.
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