Steven woke up early the following morning, pleasantly surprised to find Jade and him facing each other, arms and legs locked, in a very comfortable embrace. He heard her breathing softly against his chest, a slight smile touching her lips, as if she were in a happy dream. He leaned forward ever so slightly so he could kiss her forehead. She looked so sweet and innocent in the morning light, but he knew better. From the taste he had of her last night, he knew she could be a wanton hussy... his wanton hussy, if she wanted to be. Just from that little taste alone, he knew that he wanted her for himself.
Caressing her cheek tenderly, he remembered how she actually begged him to stop last night. He smiled, knowing she'd do a 180-degree turn soon enough and beg him for more. He had a feeling that she would be a delight to train, to guide with a firm yet gentle hand, to mold her to his needs.
Slowly and carefully, so as not to disturb her sleep, he untangled himself from her embrace and left the bed. He headed towards the bathroom, brushed his teeth, splashed cold water on his face, then wiped his face with a soft towel. He needed to think, and his early morning workouts were an ideal time for that. Pausing at the side of the bed, he gazed down at her sleeping form and smiled. He then made his way quietly towards the basement, which doubled as his gym and 'Playroom', and hopped on his treadmill to warm up.
Thoughts of Jade occupied his mind. She was beautiful, enticing and even thinking about her stirred his growing appetite and desire for her. He remembered all too well the way she tasted, how her kisses incited his passions, and how good it felt to be inside her. God he wanted her. He couldn't remember the last time he wanted anyone like this, but he'd be a fool to let her go.
Jade, whom he suspected had barely seen her 21st birthday, most probably inexperienced in the Dom/sub lifestyle. If so, he would have to go by instinct, play by ear, teach her his ways gradually, yet be firm, and not scare her away. He was interested in seeing how far he could push her, and the extent to which she would go to please him. He also sensed a little of the untamed in her, a quality he actually liked, so he would have to be careful not to break her spirit while bending her to his will. Yes, he smiled to himself. She would indeed present a unique challenge to him.
While Steven was in the basement working out and thinking about her, Jade woke up to find herself alone in his bed. She looked around, disoriented at first, wondering where she was. Then she remembered last night, and smiled as the memories came flooding back to her. Steven. The very thought of him sent a very pleasurable shiver up and down her spine. She remembered the cascade of orgasms he so easily brought her to, wave after pleasurable wave until she thought she wouldn't be able to take anymore. Her face flushed with the memory and she wondered what else he was capable of.
Jade threw the covers off her and swung her legs over the edge. She felt the plush bedroom carpet under her feet for the first time, since Steven had carried her from downstairs to the bedroom last night on his broad shoulders. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she looked around, unsure of what to do next. Her clothes were still downstairs, and undoubtedly Dana, her roommate and friend, must be worried about her. She got off the bed, spotted a T-shirt of Steven's that he'd draped over his easy chair, so she went over and put it on. She looked around for a bedroom phone but found none. Apparently, Steven saw his bedroom as his sanctuary and didn't like to be disturbed, especially when he was busy. She blushed at the thought, then quietly made her way downstairs, fully expecting to see him, but wasn't quite sure how he'd react to her in the light of day.
Looking around the house, she didn't see him, but she heard activity going on in the basement. She saw her red dress, neatly draped over the wicker loveseat, her evening bag lying on her dress, and her shoes on the floor. She saw the cordless phone sitting on the glass-topped wicker coffee table and dialed the number to her apartment. Dana answered on the first ring, demanded to know where she was, that she about ready to call missing persons if she hadn't called. Jade managed to reassure her that she was safe, not to worry, and that she'd be home soon, before hanging up.
The basement door was slightly ajar, and she could still hear activity going on down there. Trembling slightly with anticipation and uncertainty, she gently pushed the door open and made her way down the stairs. Steven was working out on his rowing machine and for the longest moment, her eyes were transfixed on him. Aside from his gym shorts, he had nothing else on. She had already seen him in the nude last night, but still, she couldn't help admiring the way his body looked in movement. He wasn't overly muscular like a bodybuilder, but apparently he worked out often enough that he was fit and toned, and sufficiently muscular.
Steven ceased his workout on the rowing machine when he spied Jade out of the corner of his eye. Smiling broadly, he beckoned her over. "Come. Straddle my lap, Jade," he softly said, patting his lap with his palms. His heart skipped a beat when he noticed that she was wearing his T-shirt. It was big enough that it flowed down to her mid-thigh, just coyly covering up the treasure between her legs he so hotly craved. He could see the outline of her ample breasts and nicely rounded fanny under his T-shirt that led to her shapely legs. She was built for pleasure, and he could feel his arousal betraying his outward calmness and control. She seemed so shy and vulnerable as she slowly made her way to him and sat on his lap, her feet together on the floor.
"No," he said gently but firmly. "I said straddle my lap, Jade." She quickly and obediently complied, which pleased him. "Good girl," he smiled, feeling her warm moistness there.
Feeling Steven's gentle caress on her face, Jade kissed the palm of his hand and whispered, "Hi. I hope you don't mind me borrowing your T-shirt."
"Not at all," he murmured. "You look absolutely scrumptious in it." His hand wandered down to her clit, and thumbed it rhythmically, causing delicious jolts throughout her body.
"Oh god..." she moaned, eyes closed, soft gasps of pleasure escaping her throat.
"Mmmmm you like that don't you, little one?" he purred, sliding his middle finger inside her sweet slickness, feeling her body shiver when he did so. He stroked her for awhile but before she could satisfactorily peak, he withdrew his finger and thumb, leaving her adrift. She groaned, wanting more, but Steven silenced her by placing his finger on her lips. He grinned when she licked her juices off his fingers without him asking. "We need to talk, little one," he said.
"OK," she said, quiet and attentive, her flushed cheeks an indication of her state of arousal.
"As I mentioned last night, I would very much like to see more of you, Jade," he began. "I would like to take you under my wing, to make you my submissive, if you agree to let me, I will love, nurture, protect and guide you. Understand it's entirely up to you though. You're free to say no, return to your life, and live as though we've never met. On the other hand, if you feel as I do, we can carry on."
Jade gazed into Steven's light green eyes and saw tenderness and affection there. She bowed her head and blushed. Yes, she wanted Steven as much as he wanted her. Even his mere touch drove her wild, as evidenced just now when he was playing with her clit. She sensed a certain power about him. Not physical power, although he certainly didn't lack it but rather, in the way his mind worked and the way he carried himself. It was a measure of self-assuredness that she found intoxicating, a quality she could lose herself in. It thrilled her to know that he wanted her and she wanted very much to surrender herself to his will. She had never met anyone like him, and doubted she ever would again.
"I would like that, Steven," she replied with a slight quiver in her voice. She saw that the smile on his face lit up not only his face but also his eyes. She leaned forward to embrace him when he pulled her close.
"Wonderful," he said, breathing more easily now. "Absolutely wonderful. One thing though, little one."
"Yes Steven?"
"You may address me as Steven when we're among other people, but you are to refer to me as either Master or Sir when we're alone. Understood?"
"Yes Sir."