Kira was listening. Doubts began to stir in her mind. And her heart, she realized. Was he going to dump her?
‘Am I your client, William?’
‘Technically yes, once you climbed down from that truck cab into my car. Although I haven’t been the one that’s helped with day-to-day recovery, I checked you in to the hospital. I arranged for your care. That means I’m one of your responsible parties.’
‘I’ve seen you in the background on and off since then,’ Kira replied. ‘Standing in the back of various rooms. Therapy sessions. Group meetings. You watching me. Are you like that with all your clients? Or just the ones that show you their pussies the first time you meet. And their tits on the second date.’
Sir tilted his head. ‘You have this edgy part of you, I’m noticing. I bet people have told you that before.’
‘What’s your point, William? What are we talking about here?’ If this was their last date she wanted him to get on with saying so.
Sir cleared his throat. ‘Breasts,’ he said.
Kira frowned. ‘Beg your pardon?’
‘Not tits, breasts. Tits is slang. Uncouth. Derogatory.’ He took her hand. ‘Tits is unflattering. You are the opposite of that.’
Kira blinked her eyes. ‘Really.’
She was confused. Tears came up and she looked away. ‘Why are we here William?’
‘Breasts, not tits. From here on. I want you to say it.’
Kira crossed her legs. The wet jeans were cold against her crotch. She folded her arms. Her date had taken on the firm, confident manner she had seen before. And liked.
Almost reluctantly, she said ‘Breasts. Alright.’
William cleared his throat again. ‘Pussy is more acceptable. Once upon a time that was vulgar slang too, worse than tits. But it’s come into the vocabulary to the point where people use it as often as vulva, vagina, cunt.’
Kira smiled. ‘And what about cunt? I’ve been called that nearly my whole life. I’m so used to it I think you’d have to hypnotize me before I could quit using the word.’
‘That can be arranged,’ Sir said without a smile.
Kira’s eyebrows shot up. ‘Oh?’ She shifted her posture so the half-buttoned shirt became more of a come on, an enticement. ‘I might like being hypnotized,’ she said in a low voice.
William said, ‘Don’t distract me. Here’s the bottom line.’
‘Finally…’ She hardened her posture.
‘If we continue to see each other, I want you to know that I will be in some jeopardy. For a while, anyway. Maybe six months, another year, till you disconnect from the city’s recovery system and are on your own again. I could lose my license. I could lose my practice.’
‘Why are you telling me this?’
‘Because I’m willing to take the risk. Even not knowing you that well. …Unsure whether you want to try to make this work.’
She blinked again. ‘Wait, you’re not throwing me away?’
‘Dumping you?’ Sir said. ‘No, I want see more of you if you’re willing to consider another path together. One that could change both our lives. I’m willing to risk the job consequences if someone complains.’
‘Another path?’
‘In my language, I might like to own you, Kira. Someday. I might like to possess you. Literally speaking. Become your lifestyle partner. In what’s called a contract-based, power exchange relationship.’
Kira stood up and threw her arms around his neck. She sat on his knees. Grinning, she kissed him full on the lips. ‘Is this like a marriage proposal? So soon? I have to sign a contract?’ She was feeling playful.
‘Not at all. And yet yes, to some degree. It would be a full time relationship, and there would be a formal agreement. If we each have the stuff to make it work.’
‘What about my affliction? My addiction?’
‘That won’t get in the way. It might actually give you an advantage. Heavy sexuality is part of the deal.’
‘You sweet talker you.’ She kissed him again. She looked into his eyes. ‘Say more. And tell me what I need to do.’
———-
Sir gave her the outline. About PE. About dominance and submission. About submission versus consensual slavery. About bondage, discipline and sado-masochism. About lifestyle contracts vs. marriage vows.
At the end of it Kira felt like putty in his hands. ‘YES,’ she said, more than once. ‘That’s ME. How did you know? How did we find each other… after all the shit I had to go through?’
He was ready with an answer to that question too, but Kira cut him off. ‘Shh, too much talk,’ she said with another kiss. Opening the shirt, she pressed her breasts to his face — something he willingly allowed. He sucked and licked the still-sensitive nipples till she was ready to cum a third time.
But, no, not on the man’s lap, she thought, when he’s almost proposing to you on a low brick wall in downtown Rochester. After only two dates!
…Hmm, maybe that didn’t sound quite right, she thought. The two dates part when he was talking about owning her…
She pushed back the orgasm and gathered her wits. ‘Ok, I’m not sure about any of what you’ve told me. But I’ll make an earnest effort if you promise to be patient while I’m learning.’
‘Wonderful,’ said Sir. ‘I’m encouraged.’ He stood up and took Kira’s hand again. He walked her to the car, drawing keys from a pocket. He unlocked the passenger side door and turned towards her. She closed her eyes awaiting a kiss.
‘Now take off your clothes,’ he said. ‘Before you can get in the car. Take off your clothes.’
Kira’s eyes flew open. Her heart raced as she looked back at Sir. Was he kidding or was this for real? A test, maybe? Or another command from a man that had all but said he wanted to be her Dominant, her Sir, her Master. She had already been topless for him in the restaurant. Just a few minutes earlier.
‘If we can make it work,’ he had said. The words flashed into her mind. Kira was going to have to prove herself. She was going to have to figure out whether a power exchange lifestyle was something she really wanted. And he wanted her naked.
Not really understanding her role, Kira conceded again. Let’s see where this leads.
‘Yes Sir.’
The unbuttoned shirt slid away from her shoulders. The heels came off. She wrestled with the closure of her jeans then peeled them away. Like the skin of a banana, she thought. That was all there was. Three items, nothing more. That was Kira. And her future Sir seemed to appreciate what he was seeing.
She stood naked in the restaurant parking lot. Hand on one hip, knees slightly bent. Like she had seen models do in magazines. She hoped it all looked right.
Sir thought she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Lithe, lean, medium height. Full, heavy breasts. Dark areolas — maybe three inches wide — with large tight nipples, something he favored in a woman… Flawless, smooth skin. Bright blue eyes that contrasted with shoulder length black hair shining in the evening light. He marveled that she could look so good, be so attractive after weeks of hard use in that downtown ghetto.
Who knows what all they had done to her? She hasn’t recalled many of the details herself.
He came forward and opened the door, gesturing for her to sit. She slid into the leather seats and felt… comforted. Reassured. Naked, yes… always an edgy experience; she could never predict how people would react when she was in exhibitionist mode! But just that moment she felt at home. She breathed deeply and smiled to herself, taking in her surroundings trying to memorize the moment when she had said YES. Where it was. What it looked like. The sounds, the scents, all the Body stuff. She felt electric energy moving from head to toe. Pleasure. Emotional pleasure. Relaxed in her own skin. Trusting this man who was willing to risk part of himself to be with her.