We curled up for a while afterwards. It had been so intense that we needed a break, so He lay down on the bed and pulled me into His body, shielding me with His arms. We cuddled up and slept for an hour or so, just resting knowing that we were finally close.
Living so far apart was hard but I knew that it wouldn't be forever. I just had to get my Mum settled after the divorce and then I would be free. Couple more months then I would move down to be near Him and it would all be perfect. We met on an internet dating site, it passed the time when I was supposed to be working, but how much work can you do when your boss doesn't trust you enough to type a letter? So I was bouncing around online one day and saw His picture and there was just something about Him that caught my eye. He wasn't the most handsome man on there, nor the youngest, but there was something about His face that drew me to Him and we just seemed to click. He lived a good couple of hours south of me, not that far, but between His work and the never-ending crises that occurred on a daily basis in my house we had only managed to snatch a few days here and there since the day we met.
My mother had planned her whole life around her house. When the shopping got done, when the cleaner came, when the gardener came, every part of her life revolved around her home. Not our home, not Dad's home, it was her home and when Dad decided he'd had enough and wanted someone who could look after him, he at least had the guts to walk away from the marriage before looking elsewhere. And to be honest, I couldn't blame him. I had only just escaped to my own place but when he left I had to go back home and pick up the pieces. And there were a lot of those. Their wedding china was dropped out of the bedroom window; the collection of angels that had been built up by them both over birthdays, Christmases, and anniversaries was used as ammunition against the happy couple photographs that dotted the house.
And ok yeah, she was hurting, but I really couldn't take more than another six weeks of bitching from her and her friends about what a bastard Dad was. He'd had to move away from the area to escape her, and wasn't more than half an hour on the train away from where Sir lived. So I had a bit of a double motive for moving away from the north of England. When I met Sir online it seemed that it was perfect timing all round.
I was still quite young, 21 to His 34, and yep, I could be dippy, but with Him I felt older, stronger, strangely because I gave in and let Him lead. By submitting to Him, I grew stronger. I didn't know until we started really talking one night that I was submissive. I knew I liked rough sex and spanking turned me on, but that night He told me I was a good girl and the rush of pleasure that rippled through my body was so intense that I came there and then. I was a bit like 'What the fuck just happened?' but He knew then and there that I was a sub. He told me of websites I could go to, books I could read and He left me alone for a week to read and think and decide if I wanted to take this further. As I stayed up til all hours devouring all I could get my hands about the subject, more and more pieces of my life began slotting into place. Why I picked older men, wanting a lead from them; why most of my relationships had broken down, I had been a doormat. I might as well have painted 'Welcome' on my forehead and laid down for them.
At the end of the week I got a phone call from Him, asking how I felt about the subject.
'It seems that the more I read, the more I find things that I can relate to.' I told Him.
'So you're interested in going further with this then?'
'Yes.' I replied
'Yes what?' came the growled question.
'Yes Sir.' I stammered out.
'Good girl.' His voice warmed and sent chills down my spine. 'Now open the door for me.'
'You're here?' I squeaked with joy and ran to open the front door.
He was there, leaning against the porch with a smug grin on His face.
'I thought you'd be pleased to see me,' He said, 'But I didn't realise how glad til you broke my ribs.'
I'd flung my arms round Him as hard as I could. I couldn't reach His neck, He stood six foot to my five foot six, so I had to settle for His chest. And it was such a nice chest, broad, firm but without a whole load of muscle to get in my way. It tapered down to narrow hips and long legs. He ran a lot, not competing, just for the release it gave Him from His life. He told me that out on the road He didn't care about anything but putting one foot in front of the other, finding His rhythm and keeping it. I buried my face in His chest and breathed in His scent. I didn't what it was about the way He smelled but it always made me feel safe and warm. I'd nicked a shirt off Him the first time we met up just to have His smell around me. It reminded me of when we'd been together and the way it hit my pussy was so good.
He tangled His fingers in my hair and raised my face to Him.
'Don't I get a hallo kiss?' He asked.
I turned to drag Him upstairs to my room, speaking over my shoulder.
'You can have a hallo, hiya and welcome kiss but upstairs.'
'Stop,' He commanded me firmly. 'I don't think you've learnt anything from all that material I gave you. Who is in charge here?'
I stopped, mortified that I hadn't thought my behaviour through.
'I'm sorry Sir, I guess I was so happy to see you I forgot.'
'That's alright my pet. Your enthusiasm for me is very touching, and I don't want you to ever lose it, but let me lead, ok?
'Yes Sir.' I nodded, still embarrassed.
'Let it go and take me to your room.'
'Yes Sir. Sorry Sir.'
'Let it go, it's finished with now.'
'Sorry Sir.'
'Would you please stop apologising?'
'Sorry S...'
'Pet, you just apologised for apologising. If the next word out your mouth is sorry, I am going to get annoyed with you.'
I stood there. I didn't know what to say next. I didn't want to annoy Him but the only word I could think of was sorry. I was standing in front of Him on one leg, the other one was curling around it. I couldn't think of what to do, the panic was rising in me and I cringed away from Him.
'Pet, what's wrong?'
'I don't know what to say, Sir, I, I, I'm sor...'
'Stop. Breath. Relax. I'm not a monster, I'm not going to bite your head off. Come here.'
I walked over to Him and the movement seemed to break the panic washing over me. I stepped into His arms and He held me close, stroking me hair gently.
'You haven't done anything wrong and I am not angry with you; but I don't want you to talk for the rest of the night unless I ask you a direct question, understand?'
'Yes Sir.'
'Good girl. Take me to your room.'
I wiggled out His arms and lead Him by the hand up the stairs to my bedroom. It was one of the few times I'd ever let anyone in there. With my other boyfriends I'd stayed over at their houses. It was my room and I liked my privacy. My bed took up most of the floor space, and what was left was filled up with bookcases. He let go of my hand and sat on the bed, standing me in front of Him.
'Have we got the house to ourselves?'