Say My Name
After several months of online texting, sexting and phone calls, they were finally able to meet in person. She was excited yet nervous. They had shared pictures, he had seen her on videos from their shared friends but finally seeing each other physically concerned her.
What if he didn't like her in person? What if somehow they didn't click?
Her imagination liked to conjure the worst no matter how hard she tried to shut it down.
What if they did hit it off? Hmm? How about you cut yourself some slack? Give herself grace, cut herself slack... Those were foreign phrases to her over-active imagination. One of her dearest friends said "you're the queen of negative self-talk. You beat yourself up worse than anyone I've ever seen."
She felt she deserved the negative talk. On paper, her experiences looked small, pathetic to her while her friends told amazing stories of lives fully lived. And now there was him. He was intense, focused and knew what he wanted at all times. The stories he told were always incredible although she admitted some were shocking to her. She accepted and embraced those things because that is who he is.
He had always been honest with her, only asking she also be honest with him. She was, almost to a fault. Letting anyone get close was difficult for both of them but they knew who each other was. Their circumstances were not ideal but they made things work. He lives large and she loves large, giving who she wants all of her heart, holding nothing back. Giving all of herself had left her damaged, wounded but she recreated herself, finding a new, more joyful path. Neither wanted to be hurt or hurt the other, making it so sometimes she felt she needed to be careful, cautious to not reveal or dump too much on him. She knew she was not good at holding back while he was cool, calm and collected always.
She also understood he would never mistreat her or harm her, at least not without her consent. They had a laundry list of things they wanted with and to each other. She knew he was up to the task but was she? Could she satisfy him and more? She felt there was much hanging in the balance and didn't want to fuck it up.
Now things had come to a head- the time to finally meet in person had arrived. She wore a tight black latex pencil skirt, black leather kitten heels, and a corset with a leather and chain harness over top. At her wrist, she wore a thick leather cuff, a large silver 0-ring dangling and clicking from it. The cuff was something she chose to wear as an outward symbol that she belonged to him, would kneel before him or allow him to dominate her willingly.
They decided to meet at a local speakeasy, a space where they could talk in person. She thought this also gave him space if he decided against their preplanned night at a hotel. She had no doubts how badly she wanted him, wanted to be with him but as the queen of self-doubt... She shook herself to push the thoughts away.
She arrived early and stood with her back to the door as she ordered a drink. As she finished paying and raised her glass to take a steadying sip, she felt him behind her. One strong hand slid around her waist as his deep, growling voice nuzzled her ear.
"There you are, princess... I was looking for you." The hand at her waist lowered, grasping one buttcheek in his hand. She jumped at the unexpected touch and closeness, spilling her drink a little. A quick smile replaced her surprise. Instead of turning, she leaned harder into his grip. His hand moved down her thigh then came back to her waist, pulling her against him. Her ass was now pressed against his crotch. She wanted to stay that way, feeling him against her.
She turned to face her lover, her thigh pressing between his legs. He now had her back leaning against the bar. They were intimately close. Her heart slammed against her chest and her breath caught. Good gods, I want this man... She smiled through the chaos in her head.
"Hello Daddy." Her body felt awkward as she fought for control. She felt herself getting turned on. He always had that effect on her. Now staring into his eyes- those intense yet soft brown eyes, his gentle smile through his white beard... She knew she was lost. She felt a familiar shudder course up her spine and a spreading warmth under her skirt. He felt her quiver under his hand and softly chuckled. He knew what she was feeling and relished her discomfort. He had been the cause of numerous shudders, sometimes at awkward moments like standing in line at the grocery store.
Not releasing her, he ordered the same thing she was drinking, then took her drink. He found a quiet table for the two of them. The conversation was initially stilted as they found their footing but soon picked up where their texts left off last, flowing easily. Her confidence grew and she slid one foot carefully out of her shoe. She ran her foot up his pant leg then cautiously pressed her foot against his crotch. He only smiled, but kept the conversation going. She felt him harden under her stocking clad foot.
"Not yet sunshine. Let's take our time..." She sighed. She had no self-control when it came to him and was impatient. She removed her foot and slid her shoe back on with a sigh. But he was right as always.
Damn it.