*Kane's POV*
I woke to the sound of a bullfrog croaking in my ear and the sunlight beaming directly into my eyes. To my surprise, I saw a very asleep Alias with her mouth wide open, snoring loud enough to wake up the entire building. I held back a chuckle as I listened to the extremely loud sound coming from the extremely tiny woman beside me. I carefully slipped my arm from underneath her head and replaced it with a pillow. Alias was a hard sleeper, she didn't even budge. I took a moment to really look at her and take in the sight of her.
Her auburn curls had mostly fallen into loose waves with one strand falling gently over the side of her face. She had tucked her hands into her chest and buried her face into the pillow I placed under her head. Her knees were curled up almost her chest as if she were cold. I ran into the bedroom to grab a throw blanket, which I carefully placed over her. Instinctively, she snuggled into it, bringing the top of the blanket up to her nose before beginning to snore again. She was truly beautiful.
I decided I had stared at her sleeping long enough that it could almost be considered creepy, so I went over to the kitchen to make omelets for us. My mind wondered to last nights events.
When Alias texted me, she asked how quickly Damion could get to the Tavern to pick her up. My entire body told me she was in some sort of danger. I knew Alias didn't want to see me, but I couldn't not show up. Honestly, I'm glad I did. I knew the owner of the bar quite well, so it took one phone call to have her ex banned from the bar and removed from the premises immediately.
After Alias ran out, Ashton said somethings that I decided to keep to myself. I thought about what he said to me before security came to escort him out.
"She's a master liar, dude. She will trick you into everything she wants and then leave you looking stupid. Ask yourself why would a pretty girl like that not be in a relationship all this time? She will lead you on and never commit to you. How well do you really know Alias Star?"
Truth is, not that well. I shrugged off his words last night because my only concern was making sure she was safe and alright. After hearing her side of the story, I feel like he was just trying to manipulate me into thinking she was actually the bad person. However, I was curious as to why she hadn't been in a relationship in the past few years since. I assumed the trauma from her relationship with him had steered her away from the dating scene. It was bugging me though as I realized truthfully I didn't know anything about her aside from her career. I wondered about her hometown, her family, and how she ended up here in the city. I decided I would ask her about herself over breakfast.
As I finished up the omelets, I decided to reach out to one of the Doms I know from the club, Zack, who teaches some beginner subs, for some advice. He sent over a list of interests and limits which would be perfect for Alias to be able to better tell me what she would like to try and what she would never like to try. I was truthfully nervous. I had played with inexperienced subs, but I had never taught someone from the ground up. I was concerned about me potentially shaping her into the sub I want- rather than the sub she really is. Luckily, Zack agreed to help, so I felt a little relief knowing I at least had someone to reach out to for advice. I quit playing with subs a little over a year ago after my last one and I ended things the way we did. I had almost accepted I would be asexual the remainder of my life, but I couldn't hold back my excitement at the thought of being a Dom again. Not just any Dom either, Alias's Dom.
I let the omelets cool while I ran into my study to print out the list. We could go over it after breakfast, but I wanted to have a chance to ask Alias questions about herself. I made two copies of the list, as I intended to fill one out myself so that she could see my interests as well. I grabbed up the papers and headed back to the kitchen. Alias had woken up and was sitting up stretching when she turned to look at me.
"Good morning," she smiled. Her hair was a mess, but she didn't seem to mind.
"Morning, coffee and an omelet?" I asked, smiling back at her.
"Absolutely, I could definitely get used to having a personal chef," she joked as she walked over toward the kitchen. She jumped up on the counter and grabbed up the plate before funneling the omelet into her mouth in one breath.
"Alias, I have a dining table," I teased her, but I had to admit I enjoyed watching her shove the breakfast I made into her mouth while sitting in my countertop.
"Sworry!" She yelled through her mouthful of food. I chuckled at her and began eating my own meal. She picked up the coffee mug with both hands as if it were the most sacred juice she had ever drank. She gulped loudly, nearly finishing the cup in a few sips.
"You have impeccable table manners," I continued to tease her.
"I literally have a hangover from hell and would likely have died right here if I didn't receive sustenance immediately," she narrowed her eyes in a joking manner causing me to laugh.
"Judgement free zone here," I chuckled.
"What's that?" Her eyes pointed to the papers laying face down beside me.
"A list, where are you from?" I asked.
"Umm... Not here," She seemed caught off guard by my question.
"Where?" I pushed.
"Alabama," She rolled her eyes.
"Wow, I definitely wouldn't have taken you for a southern girl. No wonder you can ride a horse," I smirked. I was actually surprised.
"Yeah, yeah, I don't advertise it," she rubbed her finger around the rim of her mug.
"You don't like it?" I raised an eyebrow.
"I don't agree with a lot of things there," she sighed, "Why do you want to know?"
"I just don't know much about you is all," I said innocently.
"What do you want to know?" She furrowed her eyebrows as if no one asked her about herself before.
"Anything you want to tell me. Your family? Ever had any pets? Best childhood memory? Your deepest darkest secret?" I was halfway joking about the last part.
"My mom is my best friend, she's back home in Alabama. My dad is essentially nonexistent. My older brother passed away when I was a teenager. I had all kinds of animals growing up. My only opportunity back home was to work in a desk job, be a doctor, or work in a factory. I fell in love with the world outside of my small town, so I left the first chance I had. I dropped out of college my freshman year. Partied and traveled. I went back for my Bachelor's in Marketing and graduated college here in the city where I landed a corporate job as an entry level marketer. I told you the rest of that story last night. I tried working for multiple companies, but didn't like anyone's style of management. I met Sarah in a bar one night, and she convinced me I could run my own company, so we bought a tiny office on the outskirts of town and built everything from the ground up. She may be my assistant on paper, but she's a co-owner of the company. Some odd years went by and I found myself at the top of my field. Now, I'm sitting on a counter in a penthouse with one of the wealthiest CEO's in the city eating omelets and having coffee. There's my life," she said all in one breath, "Oh and my favorite childhood memory is probably going to the water park, I only ever went once and had the time of my life- at least from what I remember."
I tried to process the enormous amount of information she laid on me. I figured there were many, many details she left out, but I realized one thing. Alias isn't as strong as she is by chance, she was made to be strong her entire life. Unlike myself, she had no opportunities handed to her. She left everything she knew to create the life she wanted. I had a newfound respect for her.
"Well, you get more interesting by the second," I smiled as I took our plates and put them into the sink.
"Hardly," she scoffed, "Now about the lists? What are those?"
I guess now was as good time as any to go through them, so I reached my hand out to help her down from the counter. She took it and hopped down. I grabbed up the papers and led her back over to the sofa. I scooted the coffee table towards us so that I could lay the papers down side by side. By her reaction, I assumed she started reading before I could explain.
"What the fuck is all this?! Wax play? Impact play? Humiliation? Kane!" She had her eyebrows furrowed deeply and an almost bewildered look on her face.
"Rule number one, you cannot participate in this lifestyle if you kink shame, at least not with me. You can decide what's not for you, but you cannot down someone else's kink," I explained. Especially going to the club, she was going to have to open her mind to a lot of things- at least to seeing those things.
"I'm not shaming, but people find pleasure in some of this? Seriously?" She asked in shock.
