Chapter 4: Eden Part 4
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"My name is Celeste. And you know that." I nervously laughed, he touched my hands again, and my heart calmed as I took a deep breath and let it out. "I am an artist and have a small gallery down the street from here where I sell my pieces. I am a submissive and can't Dominate at all. I've tried, it was a disaster." I awkwardly laughed and he smiled.
"It's okay. Like I said, I tried to be a submissive for a bit to understand how different things felt, but it wasn't for me either." He tried to make me feel better by telling me how he had failed too.
"At least we got that experience, right? To see what the other world was like?" I smiled and he nodded.
"Exactly. All part of learning about who we are. Growing. If we don't try then we don't grow, right?" He searched my eyes and I nodded.
"Yes." I licked my lips and by now I knew my lipstick was a waste. "I guess I always wanted to be in a D/s relationship because I need structure in my life. I can't do it for myself for whatever reason. I need someone who is willing to push me to do things that are good for me. I need someone who isn't afraid to get rough in bed. I need someone who is there to help me gain more confidence because I'm lacking in that department desperately. I need someone who will hold me when I go through my moments of anxiety and depression and tell me I'm okay. I need someone to help me get healthier and to teach me to stand up for myself. I also want to pleasure my Dom and make him feel good. I love to serve and make others happy because it makes me happy."
"So, you need a lot of what I offer." He smiled and I knew this was a good match, but it wasn't final until we played once.
"What do you need from me?" I searched his face and he nodded.
"Fair, I didn't tell you that. I need 50/50 in a relationship. That means you put in as much effort into this relationship as I do. I need honesty. No lies between us. I need support like you do. I tend to have moments of depression as well. I just need you to be there to listen and offer advice if you'd like." V smiled and brought my hands to his lips. "Is that okay?"
"That's perfectly okay." I smiled.
"Okay, safewords." V set my hands down and walked over to grab a notebook from his desk.
"You're writing them down?" I watched him walk back over to sit down.
"For now. Once we get to know one another and do a few scenes I'll get down what you like and don't like, as will you. It's just for now." V opened it to the first page and grabbed the sleek black pen from the side of it. "So, tell me, what are your magic words?"
"To stop, marigolds." I swallowed hard and he wrote it down in an elegant script.
"May I ask why? It's a beautiful safeword." He smiled as he peered back up at me.
"My grandmother loved them. She used to grow them in her garden." I thought he would find me weird, but he somehow didn't.
"Beautiful story and your slow down word?" V got ready to write again.
"Stoplight system, yellow is fine." I shrugged and he wrote it down. "What are yours?"
"My stop is cypress and I use yellow as well." He wrote down his own and I brought my thumbnail up to chew on it because I was curious as to why that word. "I grew up with this gorgeous cypress tree in my front yard and if it's too much, my mind goes to memories of sitting on the grass and gazing up at it."
"That's cute." I giggled at the thought and he softly chuckled.
"I suppose so." He smiled and moved on. "I also will implement a five-finger system into play. Let me teach you what that is."
I watched him run through his fingers and how five meant stop, blinking five meant back off from the thing he was doing, two meant I needed more, and three meant it was perfect and just right. To not stop and to keep going until I came.
"I can also pull that too with you." He watched me nod in agreement. "So, why don't we start with hard limits, hm?"
"O-okay." I stuttered and he touched beneath my chin. I sighed and closed my eyes, getting lost in the way his thumb grazed along my jawline.
"Do you need a moment? It was a lot of information in a short amount of time." V waited for me to open my eyes and mouth to speak.
"Maybe a little bit." I admitted with a blush, and he nodded.
"Permission to touch you?" V searched my gaze.
"Yes, V." I didn't know what to call him other than V and from how his expression was, I think he could tell.
"You may call me V or Sir. Either is fine." He smiled and I nodded. I knew it. He knew.
"Yes, Sir." I was more used to that and something about it was calming to say. Like I was already his. Although, who was I kidding, I was the moment I saw his strange profile.
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