He looks so good on his knees for me.
“Maggie…” he says, drawing my attention to his face.
“What is it?” I ask, afraid he’s about to back out.
“Before we do this, I just need to say something.”
I wait expectantly as he runs his hands along the backs of my legs, drawing me closer.
The words that finally come out of his mouth have my knees buckling.
“I’m not perfect, by any means. But I want to be…for you. I’ve never been in love before,” he says, and my breath hitches. “I thought I was. But it never felt like this. I never wanted to be better for anyone. Maggie…my heart is yours. Do whatever you want with it.”
He leaves those words hanging between us, and I swear my heart has not beat for a full minute. Reaching down, I wrap my hands around the back of his head, curling myself around him as he clings to my legs.
Gently into our embrace, I whisper, “To me, you are perfect. You have my heart, too.” His hands around my legs squeeze a little tighter. We are so melted into one, I almost don’t want to part.
But I’m too excited for what comes next. Before I come all the way down from this high, I pull his mouth away with a tight grip of his hair. He winces as I mutter, “Now get on the bed.”
He swallows nervously before I release him and watch him crawl onto the mattress. He sits in the middle, as if he’s waiting for me to bind him to the bedposts. He knows that’s not what’s about to happen, but old habits die hard, I guess.
Before I join him, I grab the bag I left on the chair. Bringing it over to the bed, I set it down and stare at him gently. “We’re going to use mercy again, okay? But I’m serious, Beau. I need to trust that you’ll use it if you need it.”
“I will,” he replies.
After a deep breath, I put myself in the right mindset. I’m his Domme, and his body is mine. To possess. To command.
First, I pull out the black blindfold and let it hang from my index finger. “On all fours,” I command, and instinctively, he falls in line, turning until he’s perched on his hands and knees. Coming up behind him, I place the blindfold across his eyes and tie it around the back. Then, I pull him upright and kiss his mouth, taking the lead on the kiss by pressing my tongue into his mouth until I feel him surrender control to me.
Breaking the kiss, I run my hand along his spine, pressing him back down to all fours. Once there, I shove a little harder between his shoulder blades until he’s down on his elbows, leaving his ass in the air for me.
“Lower,” I say, forcing him even farther into the mattress. “Show me how much you want this,” I tease him.
Leaning back, I lick my lips as I appreciate how amazingly hot his body is in this bent position. The delicious curve of his ass and the way this position exposes each delicious muscle in his back, elongated across the bed, is so good I wish I could stare at him like this forever. He is totally at my will, and it’s actually really beautiful. His body is large and strong and could easily overpower me, but he’s not. He’s submitting, willfully.
“Say it, Beau. Tell me how bad you want this.” I rub my hips across his backside, teasing him as I feel his hips shift toward me.
“I want this, ma’am. I want it so bad.”
Heat tingles its way down to my core at his dirty pleas.
Next, I take out the belt I bought here at the club and the small black attachment that I did a lot of research on to be sure it was the right size to start with for a beginner. I let him hear me putting it on, belting it around my waist and thighs until it’s tight. I notice the way he quivers with every sound.
I realize, in this moment, this isn’t just about Beau submitting or doing something that other men could judge him for, but it’s also about him experiencing something new and scary. Which is something I can definitely relate to. So as much as I want to be his Domme in this moment, I also want to treat him the way I wish I was treated in my most vulnerable moments.