The Sweetest Taboo: An Unconventional Romance (13 page)

“If you’re finished with your wine, micah, please go relax for a bit. If you want to shower, I’ve placed your bag in the master bath. I’ll join you in the bedroom shortly.”

i took one last sip of my wine and stood from the table. “Yes, Sir.”

her Master

she looked tired, but that didn’t take away from her beauty.

It was late. I imagine micah was exhausted since she hadn’t slept much the previous night and then was up early. micah could have messy hair and bags under her eyes, but I would still find her attractive.

Planning for the museum exhibition’s opening night had to be draining her, and as much as I didn’t want to keep her up late, this would be the last bit of quality time I would get to spend with her for a few days.

I needed to figure out how to best integrate micah into My life. With My work schedule being so jam-packed, it had always been difficult to maintain a steady relationship. Since samantha, there hadn’t been a woman in My life whom I wanted to spend a significant amount of time with. Now I needed to rethink My schedule if micah and I were going to make it.

Shit, just to have lunch with Josh was a feat. With micah, interactions a few times a week could break us, especially in the beginning stages. A D/s relationship required time to build, and if You weren’t present enough for Your submissive, why bother? It would be unfair to both parties involved.

I put the leftover takeout in the fridge and straightened up the kitchen before heading to the bedroom. I heard the shower running and went to work on spoiling My pretty girl.

Once I had stripped down to My boxer briefs, I gathered a bunch of candles from the hall closet and strategically placed them around the bedroom. After the storm we endured a few weeks ago, I had stocked up on supplies at Home Depot; it’s always good to be prepared.

Tonight, the candles would aid in complete relaxation.

Before lighting the candles, I turned on the sound system. Sade crooned about a special someone in her life overtaking her like a quiet storm.

How right she was.

I was trying hard to win micah’s heart. she trusted Me enough to come to My home, but as far as I knew, her heart wasn’t in the equation. Never in My life had I wanted anyone so badly, and it was a battle to rein in My lust.

I didn’t exactly have a fully planned-out seduction; My intention was to let micah know how good I could be to her. How good I could be
for
her.

I returned to the hall closet to grab a few extra-large fluffy towels. Back in the bedroom, I turned the comforter down and spread the towels out across the bed. Once the lights were dimmed, I took My place in the armchair in the corner and waited.

A minute or two later, micah appeared in the doorway with a towel wrapped tightly around her body. The steam from the shower seeped into the bedroom, filling it with the essence of her. Seeing her in an aura of soft light and steam felt as if a vise had attached itself to My heart. she was mesmeric.

she jumped, apparently startled to see Me sitting in the armchair. her curly afro no longer framed her face; it was neatly tamed and held in place by some sort of headband. her face was also bare. Although micah didn’t wear much makeup, it was a treat to see her fresh-faced. she looked much younger than her thirty years.

“I’m sorry I startled you. Are you finished, micah?” I inquired as My fingertips grazed the armrest of the chair. I had to do something with My hands to stop Myself from touching her.

she dropped her gaze to the floor before responding, “Yes, Sir. May i get dressed?”

“No, micah, I don’t want you dressed. I’d like you to remove your towel and lay across the ones I’ve placed on the bed.”

she followed My instructions without hesitation, slowly removing the bath towel from around her body and placing it on the bed before climbing up and laying on her stomach.

While she got comfortable, I rose from the armchair and headed into the bathroom to find a basket that contained a variety of massage oils. I sifted through the basket, choosing the bottle of coconut and hibiscus oil. Sweet and tangy, just like micah. I brought the bottle back to the bedroom and stared at micah’s glorious nude form laying across My bed.

her ass was a goddamn masterpiece, so round and full. I never considered Myself to be an ass Man, but micah made Me rethink a lot of shit.

she gave Me liberties I was certain she hadn’t given many Men. We were only at the beginning of our relationship, but she had placed a great deal of trust in Me. micah was stepping outside of her comfort zone and probably trusted Me more than previous partners, and that made My heart swell. Considering we just met, that was a big fucking deal. I was honored by her gesture and wanted to show her that putting her faith in Me was a good decision.

With her eyes closed, she folded her arms under her chin and waited patiently for My next move.

I inched onto the bed. While straddling micah’s buttocks, I opened the bottle of oil and drizzled a modest amount down her spine. she flinched when the oil made contact with her skin. I don’t think she was anticipating a massage.

“I figured you needed to relax,” I said as My hands traveled over her shoulder blades and arms, rubbing the oil into her skin, the deep brown color glistening under My fingertips.

“Mmm. Thank you, Sir. This feels really good,” she replied with a low, throaty moan.

Fuck. Although My intentions were good, this was clearly going to be a test of will. I wanted nothing more than to turn her over and bury Myself deep inside her pussy. Being in her presence gave Me some next-level blue balls.

God, I wanted her, but she wasn’t someone I just wanted to fuck.

“Glad you’re enjoying yourself, sweetheart,” I managed to croak out, hoping she hadn’t noticed the increased pitch in My voice.

Thirty-seven years old and a woman I hadn’t even fucked yet was figuratively bringing
Me
to My knees. Isn’t it ironic how the tables can turn?

Thing is, many people have misconceptions about D/s and what it entails. Some misunderstood, thinking it meant having to detach Your feelings and not admit to any vulnerabilities, that somehow because You led, You were incapable of loving and being loved.

Of course, there were the types who believed that for a Man to be considered a Dom, He had to bark orders and belittle a woman in order to be taken seriously and gain her respect. Being a menacing asshole didn’t make you a Dom, it just made you an asshole, plain and simple.

Needless to say, a lot of people had it all wrong.

Ultimately, D/s was about tapping into inherent personality traits and finding someone who truly understood them. The yin to Your yang.

A submissive demeanor, to Me, didn’t mean “less than.”

Personally, I’ve never had an interest in a woman I could walk all over. Never been attracted to the doormat type, and frankly, I don’t get how that’s appealing, but to each Their own. I wanted My woman strong-willed, smart, funny, and assertive in her everyday life. she would give most people a run for their money, but when we were together, she would bend to no one’s will but Mine.

Outside of our dynamic, she’d be kicking ass and taking names, but when it was the two of us, she would willingly relinquish control.

her duty would be to serve Me, but service would be a two-way street. You had to give in order to get. A submissive would give You her trust, her loyalty, and her vulnerabilities all on a silver platter.

Submissiveness was often referred to as “a gift.” Truer words had never been spoken. One shouldn’t accept such a gift unless One was fully prepared for all the intricacies a D/s dynamic entailed.

I couldn’t imagine My life without kink. I’m simply not made for a vanilla lifestyle. Besides, a little bondage could do wonders for One’s sex life. I would describe tying My partner up and fucking her senseless with her legs hoisted up over My arms, her hands bound while I delivered unforgiving thrusts to her slick channel, as heavenly. Shit, it didn’t get any better than that.

Before micah, I think the reason why I remained single was simply due to incompatibility. The toughest part for Me had always been dating. My dating difficulties weren’t due to My inability to attract women. It had never been easy to let them know where My interests lay. I stopped trying to convert vanilla women long ago. It was better to seek women who knew who they were and wanted the type of relationship I was seeking. I hadn’t met a worthwhile match until now.

I’ve been known to be direct, but with micah I wanted to say a lot more than I had. Timing was everything.

I proceeded to knead her buttocks before pouring more oil into My hands. Since she was in an unguarded state, I couldn’t think of a better time to ask My questions.

“Since you’re in such a relaxed state, micah, let’s talk.”

I must have been doing something right because she could barely answer Me through all the moaning she was doing. I finally heard her soft voice respond, “Yes, Sir. What would You like to talk about?”

I pressed My hands against her trapezii and moved down and out to her arms. There was nowhere for her to hide, but she could still lock herself up inside her head. I had to tread lightly. If micah became too worked up, her asthma could be triggered. It seemed to be under control, but I didn’t want to chance it.

“sweetheart,” I said, continuing the circuit up and down her arms, then down and up her spine.

she hummed a reply but then corrected herself. “Yes, Sir?” she said in a barely-there voice.

“I’m very fond of you . . . probably too fond of you. We’ve already discussed a lot of what we sought in a partner, but what else is it you need out of this type of dynamic?”

micah took a deep breath but didn’t say anything.

I kept talking as I rubbed oil over her body. “Things are progressing quickly, so I wanted to know if you were interested in signing a contract and collaring. But . . .” I paused to gauge her reaction. There was none, except that her body was now rigid beneath Me. Shit. “But first I need to know why you pull away and sink within yourself.”

I continued to try and loosen her stiff muscles. Sighing, I kept going. “I’ve been up-front with you. What you see is what you get with Me. I can be what you need, micah, if you just let Me.”

her silence was pushing Me to the end of My patience. “Look. you’re not the only one who’s been hurt. If this is too much, if you don’t want to take a chance with Me, let Me know now. I don’t want to waste time on a dead end.”

The music lulled and the room became quiet as My hands traveled down her body, rubbing oil onto the backs of her thighs. The candles flickered while I awaited her response.

The silence was unbearable.

“micah?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

I shifted as she turned to lay on her back. When My eyes met hers, micah looked as if she were on the verge of tears. I sat atop her legs waiting for her to speak, all while My heart pounded in My chest.

It suddenly dawned on Me that this may not be what she wanted.

What if she said she wanted to walk away?

I didn’t fully grasp the consequences of her leaving. I didn’t want her to go, and I wasn’t prepared to hear her say she was done.

“i’m scared,” she whispered.

My heart was beating erratically.
she can’t say no. I can’t let her say no.
As much as I dreaded what might come out of her mouth next, I had to hear it.

“What are you scared of, micah? Talk to Me.”

she licked her lips and wiped her eyes before speaking.

Shit, there were tears. Tears when I asked a serious question wasn’t a good sign, but I let her speak.

“When i picture my ideal relationship, it’s always with someone i can be myself with. No gimmicks, no false pretenses, no holding back. For so long i’ve wanted to be cherished and adored by a Man who understood me. i’ve want to be with a Man who is secure in who He is and what He desires. i’ve always wanted to be with a Man who would know how to balance kink with everyday life.”

she paused, not meeting My eyes, as if there was so much more to unload. I steeled Myself waiting for the worst.

Despite her tears, her voice increased in strength.

“After so many failed attempts, You’re doing and saying all the right things, Sir, and i guess i’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop. i just don’t believe it’s that easy. It’s never this easy. When things are too good to be true, they often are.”

she gave Me a look that begged Me not to be full of shit. I get the skepticism; I felt the same way. I didn’t want her to tell Me all of this just to say good-bye.

micah attempted to wriggle from underneath Me and sit up. she finally gave up when she realized I wouldn’t relent and release her. “You keep thinking i’m going to change my mind and walk out of this. i keep thinking You’re going to shatter my heart into a million pieces. Ideally, i’d like to be collared. i would hope that my collaring would lead to marriage and starting a family.”

she wanted the same thing I did. Forever.

“i believe there’s a way to balance it all, Sir. The two people involved just have to want it bad enough.”

she lay there beneath Me with her eyes and heart wide open. she was so small and so brave.

I heard her. Heard her asking Me for what she needed. And here I was, ready to provide.

Resting My hands on either side of her face, I leaned forward so we were nearly nose to nose. “All you have to do is let Me in.”

she skimmed her hand up My arm and then hooked My neck. micah closed the distance between us, pressing her breasts against My bare chest and her lips against Mine.

A deep moan caught in My throat when micah’s mouth became more insistent. she held Me tighter, taking My lower lip between her teeth, nipping and suckling, and driving Me out of My mind. micah’s hands were everywhere, clawing and groping My flesh. she was wild and her rebellion lit a fire within Me.

I pushed her legs apart and slid My hand between us. Moaning into My mouth, micah spread her legs even wider. The heat radiating from micah’s sex had My dick weeping for mercy, for relief. All I had to do was pull down My waistband and slip inside her.