The first encounter ...
An erotic tale attempt by Iowadom
Part II
(This being part II of ? parts - story begins in post below)
Her mind was racing now, obviously he had noticed her erect nipples, the blood that had rushed to her cheeks, and besides, she was almost certain she had felt his own arousal beginning, then subsiding for some reason during their welcome embrace. Should she follow her heart, reach for him, welcome him yet again in a far more passionate manner, or let this moment pass... and wait for another.
As always, as it had been from the beginning, their unspoken words wrote volumes of passionate literature between them. "This is to be my Dom, so I will let him decide what should happen next" she finally resolved in her mind. The release of the control in the situation to him,even though not spoken openly, was clearly understood by both, and she felt a strange wave of freedom engulf her soul. She gave a gentle sigh, her body relaxed, and she realized this had been the first moment of her submission to him. Not total submission, just a moment, a virtual toe in the water so to speak. She gently licked her dry lips and began to speak to him.
Before she could utter a word, he gently placed a single finger upon her lips. "Shhhh little one, let's not talk for just a bit, we have been an eternity arriving here, let's just enjoy the view for a moment, shall we ?" He raised his hands and brushed her hair back on both sides, then cupped her face gently in his hands. Her heart smiled as she sensed a small tremor in those strong Irish German hands that now held her so gently. Their eyes locked, and they were both frozen in time, staring deeply into each others eyes.
In her eyes he saw her past, the emptiness, uncertainty, and barren areas left in her soul from years of unrequited love and unknowing ill deserved submission. But he also saw the shining light of hope of this new day, the possibility that the desert could be terraformed, the past washed away and the cost of the past erased by the beauty of the future to be built.
In his eyes, hidden behind that stoic and powerful mind, she saw the soul of the man she had sensed since the first. A man unlike any other she had met before, Strong yet feeling, powerful yet yielding, reaching for her, burning to touch her, embrace her, join her.
The fear in her subsided, the tremor in his hands all but gone now, seemingly washed away by the mere touch of her skin, he drew her in close and softly kissed her waiting lips. They both felt the power beginning to surround them, the passion pounding on the doors of reason and sanity to be released. As he pulled back, he slowly closed the door, and taking her hand, led her to the couch and they both sat down. "Thank you, well done" was all he said, and for the first time in her life, she meant it when she said "thank you... Sir."
Part 3 coming soon!
