“Thanks for coming.” She spoke quickly, nervously. “I’ve got everything in boxes stacked down here.” I got right to work, lifting and hauling, and she carried a few out to the truck herself. It hardly took ten minutes to get it all packed up.
Driving over, I talked nonsense about the flight and the California town where Jax lived. She stayed relatively silent, shifting around in her seat, biting her nails a bit.
“You glad to be moving out?” I asked.
She nodded. “I never meant to move back in with my mom. I didn’t think she was going to spend so much time out in Naugatuck.”
“She’s been out here the whole summer?” I remembered from the past, her mother had come and gone from a suburb of Boston to the island, flitting back and forth.
“The whole time.” She exhaled. “I love her, but, I swear, I think she’s practically pickled herself in this stew of old anger and pain.” She paused, seeming to grow slightly self-conscious. “I don’t know if that makes any sense.”
“It does.”
“I guess it’s her choice if that’s how she wants to live. But I don’t want to be around it. And I’m sorry Eloise has to be around it. But I’ll have her come stay with me when I can. She’s sleeping over tomorrow night.”
“You’re a good aunt.” We exchanged a smile and she brightened right up at the compliment, practically shining with pleasure. I liked the look on her.
At her building, I hauled the boxes upstairs, insisting she let me do the strenuous labor while she started unpacking. “I’m glad you’ve got your own place.” I stood in the main room, surveying the empty apartment.
“It feels good.” She nodded, looking around as well. “Want the tour?” she asked, making herself laugh. “It won’t take long.” She showed me the main room, the kitchenette, the small bedroom and the adjoining bathroom. It wasn’t much, but it looked clean and more recently updated than the first floor. Someone had bent the rules, but it looked like Sophie was going to benefit from it.
“I like it.” I looked out her bedroom window, where she could see a patch of blue. “And an ocean view.”
“I know!” She came to join me, standing by my side. “I love that when I crack the window at night I can smell the ocean.”
“Did you have the window open the night we talked?” I looked down at her, able to picture her now in that room.
“I did.” She blushed and didn’t meet my gaze.
“I enjoyed our conversation,” I continued, recognizing she felt uncomfortable but feeling like we needed to get it out there. I knew we were both thinking about it.
“Me, too,” she offered in a whisper of a voice. But I’d heard it.
“I’m glad.” I paused, not wanting to frighten her. I could tell she felt skittish. But I didn’t want to hold back, either. We had to find out what this was between us. “Have you thought about it since?”
“Yes.” She looked up to meet my eyes briefly, then down again, biting her lip. She looked so beautiful standing there, flushed and sweet, wearing a little dress like I’d asked her to. It was short, like I’d wanted. Short enough to provide easy access.
I leaned down and whispered privately in her ear, “Have you touched yourself thinking about it?” She nodded her response, quick and shy. “You’ve made yourself cum thinking about it, haven’t you, Sophie?”
This time she answered, “Yes.”
“I’d like to see that.” I reached out and stroked a strand of her hair, playing with it between my fingers like soft, delicate silk. “You remember what I told you I wanted when I came back.”
She nodded slowly, seeming unable to speak again.
“You don’t have to do it. You understand that, don’t you?” Gently, I caressed the tip of her chin, tilting her head up so she’d look into my eyes. “I’m a demanding man, Sophie. But you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. If this isn’t what you want, you need to tell me. I’ll walk out of here and leave you alone. I swear I will.”
“No,” she answered with certainty. “I don’t want you to go.” She looked up at me, full and honest. “I’m confused and a little scared, but I want to see what’s between us.”
“I want that, too, Sophie.” I lightly stroked her cheek with my thumb. “But you have to talk to me and tell me how it feels for you. Because I have a feeling you’ve never done the kinds of things I want to do to you.”
She shivered, her eyes half lidded as she asked, “What kinds of things?”
Images flashed in my mind of her tied up, her ass red from a spanking, her nipples twisted in a clamp while I slowly played with her pussy, refusing to let her cum. I’d want to fuck her ass in front of a mirror so she could see it, too.
“You’ll see,” I said. “We’ll start slow and only ever do what you want.” But I had a feeling she’d want it all. I knew where I’d like to start.
She looked so nervous, like a cornered jackrabbit. But her nipples stood out hard under her bra, so hard I could see them through her dress. That was just how I wanted her, a bit of edge to her arousal to heighten the sensation.
“I like how you wore this dress for me, Sophie.” I slowly stroked her bare arm, down to her elbow and up again. “Just like I asked you to.”
She looked down and blushed. She liked pleasing me, following my orders. That was very good.
“I like how short it is.” We both looked down at the short hemline, hitting mid-thigh. “I can see so much of your legs.”
“Thank you.” She laughed nervously.
Stern and commanding, I turned into her disciplinarian. “But you know what I want you to do.” Her eyes widened at the switch in my tone. “Pick up your dress for me.”
“Wait, what?”
“You know what I said.” I wasn’t going to repeat it. She bit her lip and stepped to the side of the window. With shaking hands she reached down and inched up the hem of her dress, slowly, slowly. I’d teach her to respond more quickly, doing what I asked instantly and obediently. But for now, I’d let her take her time, adjust to the feeling of surrendering control. If she needed to go slow at first, I’d let her. But then I’d control the pace. She gathered up the dress so the fabric grazed her pussy.
“More,” I demanded. She jumped slightly at my order, startled, but she complied, faster this time, picking it up so she revealed herself from the waist down.
She wore sheer little panties with a lace hem. I could see the lips of her shaved pussy underneath.
“You’re bare,” I murmured, taking in the gorgeous sight of her in the broad daylight.
“Yes.” Breathing fast, her eyes darted to the side. I could tell she felt intensely nervous. “Do you…is that OK? Do you like that?”
I smiled. I liked that she cared, that she felt nervous and wanted to please me. “I like it both ways with you, Sophie. You’re gorgeous. But this is a fun way to start.”
She tucked her head down slightly, blooming rosy and smiling.
“Now I’m going to need you to slip your panties off.”
Her gaze flickered uncertainly to mine, questioning and hesitant. I held it steady, reassuring her, solid and constant. I had her. She could let herself go, trust me. I’d never do anything to her she didn’t want. But I would introduce her to things she had no idea yet that she wanted.
Feeling reassured, she bent and slid her panties down, kicking them to the side. The she rose again, pulling the hem of her dress up, far enough up that I could get a good view.
She nearly took my breath away. The sweet V between her legs, bare for me, even from this angle as she stood I could see it glistening. Wet for me, as promised. My Sophie. Part of me wanted to take her into my arms, cover her in kisses. Drop to my knees and kiss her there, right where I could make her quiver and melt, feel her orgasm on my tongue, in my mouth.
But she wasn’t the only one who needed things to move slowly. This felt like a rushing Tsunami to me as well. I’d been completely in control for the past seven years, not a single w
oman finding a chink in my armor. I’d had fun, lots of it, but no woman had made me feel anything close to Sophie. She could bring me to my knees, literally and figuratively. So for today, I’d start by making her touch herself and show me.
“Touch yourself, Sophie.” Almost as if she needed the privacy, she closed her eyes as one of her hands slowly traveled down her stomach, down to her pussy. Tentative, shy, she took just one finger and slid it down. Her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open, she started moving her hand, gliding one, then two fingers along her sex.
“Stop.” I left the room. Returning quickly, I set an unpacked box at her feet. “Part your legs and put one of your feet up on this box.” She did as she was told. “Wider.” She spread her thighs, lifting up her dress and tilting her hips at an angle. Now I could see more of her, her pussy, glistening wet for me, on better display.
“Touch yourself again,” I commanded. “Show me how you do it.” She closed her eyes, losing herself to sensation as she began to circle her clit. Her breathing grew more rapid, the hand grasping her dress clenching tight.
“Does that feel good, baby?” I asked, seeing her answer all over her body but wanting to make her say it. Making her admit her arousal to herself, to me, that was an essential part of her submission to my dominance.