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After the contract was signed Gage took the paperwork and added, “Isis, I know you are very modest. Last night was not about sex. I wanted to show you how beautiful you are. What I am about to ask of you will be about sex. First, I need to ask you something. Do you know what a sexual submissive and Dominant is?”
“Well, sort of. I mean, I don’t understand it. I guess from TV shows and the internet it makes it seem sort of creepy. Like BDSM?” she asked.
“Well, yes, there are extremes to it. My interest is very specific. It’s more about testing the limits of having one person who is more dominant over the other. Sexually, some people get into more extreme things. I’m not a sadist. I don’t like hurting my partner in bed. I like the joy of bringing pleasure. There are little things like binding my partner with a tie or handcuffs. Sometimes even ropes. That can be fun if done right. It’s more of a mind game for me. I do like spanking when the occasion calls for it, but that’s more about my need for control.”
“So, you have no intent on hurting me. Some of these things I have seen online frighten me. Choking... fisting... other things that were even worse.”
“I won’t hurt you. At least not on purpose.”
Isis bit her lip and frowned at him. “Do you want to control my life, too? I’m not okay with that. I worked hard to get to where I am. I won’t stay home and be your little pet.”
Gage looked down at her small hands in his and gave a light chuckle. “No, sweetie. I don’t have any interest in changing who you are. I like a confident woman who has goals and can take care of business outside the bedroom. I see that in you. Your drive to succeed is what first attracted me to you. You have passion and it sort of reminds me of myself. A weak person who can’t speak their mind turns me off, but I don’t like being defied. That’s why we have this constant struggle between us. You like to argue as much as I do.”
Isis laughed. “Isn’t that the truth? In my defense, you can be a real dick sometimes.”
Gage just laughed and shook his head. “I sort of am, aren’t I? I’ll give you that. You give me a challenge. For the first time, that made me want you more. Typically, that is a big red flag for me to run far and fast. I’m not a sexual deviant, I promise. I know you need to ease into this.”
She stopped him. “I need you to understand something. I’m modest, not a prude. I get turned on by a man taking control of a little in a relationship. I like rules. Especially in bed. My ex was a wimp in that area, and our private life was pretty vanilla. I like sex and enjoy it very much, but I never got to explore it in the past. Honestly, I’m not very experienced sexually and I’d like to try new things.”
“I’m glad to hear you say that. My dominant behavior can be strong sometimes, so you will just have to trust me. In our regular lives, stop trying to overpower me. It just pisses me off and reminds me of my past with my ex-wife. I don’t want my memories of her to fall on you. That’s not fair to either of us.”
“Are you saying you just want to have sex with me? That this is just about control?”
Isis wanted it, but her own control took over. She spoke in a snarky voice that was always an irritant to him, making him grit his teeth.
“Don’t get that attitude. It’s not all about sex. This is everything in our lives together. That’s what I’m trying to explain. Let me ask you. Do you want to be with me? Do you want me to have you emotionally and physically? Be all in, or it won’t work.”
“Gage, I’m not Summer,” she said, standing to walk to the balcony to get some distance. “If I do this, stop comparing me to her.”
“I know. I realize that. In a relationship, it’s 50/50. I won’t always expect you to submit to me for everything. I’m not crazy.”
“How much control do you expect? This is all very new to me.”
“I don’t expect you to fix dinner and fetch my slippers if that’s what you think. Those things should be a kindness to a couple, not a demand. You will still have your life as normal. I don’t want to break your spirit, Isis.”
He waited patiently for her answer.
With a deep breath. “Okay, I think I understand. What if the sexual stuff is a little scary for me? Does it get intense? Do you do things that may be odd for someone who has basically only had the missionary position?” Isis asked.
Gage chuckled as he went to stand behind her and wrap his arms around her waist. Resting his head gently on hers, he said, “Well, yes. There are things I want to try I haven’t done yet, and some I have. Nothing that would hurt you or put you in danger. I don’t do hardcore BDSM. I would do nothing that scares you or hurts you. Honestly, I don’t get the point. Why hurt someone you care about? Hurting people in the ring is enough for me.”
She let out a huge breath she didn’t realize she was holding. “Okay, that is a relief.” She blushed, covering her face. “If I agree to this. Would there be a chance that I can get some of this pleasure in the ring? I have a crazy confession.”
“In the ring? Okay… What confession?” He seemed excited at the idea; thinking it was cute how innocent she acted.
“Well... I have had this little fetish of my own. More like a fantasy. I always thought about you taking me in the ring. Not why people are around, of course. Just when the arena is empty. When we are in the ring at the shows, I try not to think about it because I get excited.”
“So, you want me to have my way with you in the IWX ring? How long have you thought about this?” He smiled his sly smile, liking her revelation to him.
“Years. I’ve had a thing for you for a long time. After last night, I guess I can tell you something intimate.”
He turned her to face him, lifting her chin with his fingertips so he could look her in the eyes. “Tell me.”
“I pleasure myself thinking about you. A lot. You could have had me from day one. Oh geez. I can’t believe I just said that.” She blushed again, covering her face.
“Don’t hide your face. I want to hear about your fantasies. If I can make them come true, I want to do that for you. If you think you can do this with me, I’ll see what we can do to make that happen. If you do something for me later, that may be one of your little gifts for being good.”
Gage’s deep voice saying he would fulfill her fantasies instantly made her wet. She clenched her legs together to ease the tension rising in her core.
“What do you want, Mister Stone? Anything. Just name it.” She smiled seductively.
He laughed. “Isis, baby, stop calling me that. I’m not an old man. But it gets me hard when you call me Sir. I want you to show me what you do to yourself. Sometime today, show me how you pleasure yourself. If you’re a good girl, I’ll take you somewhere nice tonight on a first date.” He leaned over, putting his hand up her dress, moving her legs apart to tease her panty line. “Can you do that?”
“Gage, I—”
“Shh. Will you show me?”
He started kissing her neck, not wasting any time now she has agreed to his terms. His hands made their way to her middle and across her thong, moving the fabric to the side. His finger slid along her slit, making Isis feel like she would come undone with the slightest motion.
“I can already tell you like the idea. You’re wet for me. I bet I could slide in so easily right now. Tell me? That little confession did something to you, didn’t it? You’re my bad girl, aren’t you?” He grinned, seeing her surprised face and trying to catch her breath. “I bet you taste good and are so tight. Let me see.”
Gage moved closer to her cradle, her body in his arms. His fingers slipped under the silk of her thong, teasing her folds once again. His eyes looked into hers to see her expression as he entered her. Slipping a finger inside, then another, she let out a little whimper. His thumb teased her slick nub, making her legs shake. Working in and out slowly and deliberately, he licked his lips, watching her almost at the brink.
She gasped at the sudden change as he teased her slowly. Isis leaned her head back to take more.
“Mmm… Gage.”
“Yes... that’s good, Isis. You’re so tight, baby. It’s been a long time, hasn’t it? I don’t think you could take all of me at once. We might have to take it slow. I’ll need to get you used to me.”
Isis’s body arched to Gage’s slow exploration, begging for more. His fingers started pumping in and out faster, making her almost come around his thick fingers.
“Don’t come. My sweet goddess, I want to do this for you, but I think I would rather let you take care of it, so I can watch. Now or later. Your choice. You will do it, or I will punish you for your next lesson. I will have to teach you a little pain can come with pleasure.”
He exited his fingers, licking them in front of her eyes.
“Mmm. Baby, you taste so good, like the finest wine. Can’t wait to have more.”
Isis’s eyes widened, realizing he had just tasted her without hesitation. She was less experienced, and this was intense. She had never even received oral sex before. Gage was going to be more than she was accustomed to.
Gage left her panting, wanting more, and went packing his bags to leave the hotel. Isis wanted to show him just how she took care of herself, but her confidence wasn’t there yet. He was setting a fire awake in her that she never wanted to put out. The teasing was almost more than she could bear, and she couldn’t imagine what it would be like when they made love.
Isis went to his side, wrapping her arms around his bicep.
“All right! I’ll do it. All of it. You have me at your will. I trust you will take care of me. Don’t make me regret this.” She laid her head on his shoulder.
“No regrets. Just pleasure.” Gage kissed her forehead with a smile.
She was finally his.
