“I’ll be giving it to you,” he clarifies.
“I understand, Daddy.”
Peter smiles, and when he does, my whole heart seems to light up. I’m not sure why. I’ve always found him attractive. I’ve always thought he was sweet, but tonight…tonight is something else entirely.
Tonight feels good.
It feels naughty.
It feels like this is exactly where I’m supposed to be, and that’s something I don’t think I’ve ever felt before. I don’t think I’ve ever thought, “This is where I belong.”
Right now, though, that emotion wraps around me and envelops me like a warm hug.
We walk up the stairs to the second floor and we go to a small bedroom. Peter leads me inside and motions for me to turn around. I obey him quietly, quickly, and he unzips my dress very, very slowly.
I’m aware that in a minute, he’s going to see me
: all of me. He’s going to see my breasts and my pussy and my bottom. He’ll see all of me, and he can do whatever he likes to me.
This thought should scare me.
It should terrify me.
After all, he’s basically a stranger to me, but it doesn’t scare me. It doesn’t frighten me. It just makes me feel…good.
Whole.
Complete.
I want him to see me, I realize. I want him to touch me, and lick me, and I want him to tease me. I want everything that Peter is going to give me, and so I stand completely still as he unzips my dress.
“Your skin is soft,” he murmurs.
“I moisturize,” I blurt out before I can stop myself. Instantly, I feel like dying. What a stupid thing to say. Okay, so my dirty talk probably needs some work. Who really says that? “I moisturize?” What the hell?
He doesn’t seem to mind, though. He just finishes unzipping the dress and helps me out of it. I turn around to look at him, and Peter lets his eyes roam my body. He doesn’t play coy. He doesn’t pretend to be a gentleman. He doesn’t do any of that. He could easily look away or act like he doesn’t enjoy looking at me, but that would be a lie.
One thing I’ve learned since joining the scene is that lies have no place in a BDSM relationship.
They definitely don’t have a place in our relationship. That’s not how things are going to work tonight. Not here. Not with Peter. With us, we’re going to be straightforward.
It’s embarrassing to have him looking at me this way, but it’s also a relief to know exactly where I stand with him. In past relationships, I often felt like things were awkward or forced in the wrong ways. I felt like we always tried to shy away from hard topics or openness.
“What are you thinking?”
“Nothing,” I say, breaking the spell of honesty.
“Lying so soon in the evening?” He raises an eyebrow. “I thought we talked about this already.”
Okay, honesty.
I can be honest.
I can be truthful.
This is going to be hard for me, but I can definitely do it.
I have to.