It had been a tough week, but as it wound down, Leah couldn't help but reflect that tonight's events would be the cherry on the sundae...she grinned just thinking about Kyle's face when she divulged her plans. Tonight would be a turning point for them from which there could be no looking back. After this evening, Kyle would either be hers forever, or be gone.
She shrugged out of her bathrobe and into a steaming bubbling tub. A nice hot soak first, then shave and moisturize while her long thick hair was soaking up a protein treatment. She would relax away the stresses of the day so that she would be in the perfect frame of mind when Kyle arrived. She thought of his strong shoulders, his chiseled jawline and his piercing blue eyes and she closed her eyes. She thought back to the last evening they had spent together, dancing around the topic of intimacy but neither quite trusting the other to raise the issue first. Tonight, she vowed, she would take the topic in hand and let the pretense fall away. She would tell Kyle how she felt, and what she wanted. It would be up to him to move things forward. All Leah could do now, though, was wait.
As she stepped out of the tub, she took a good long look in the mirror. She was tall, and though not thin, she could be described as 'well-bulit', she thought. Everywhere a woman was meant to have curves, she did. Her fair skin had held up well despite a long-time love of the local nude beach. Her thick auburn hair hung in loose curls nearly to her mid-back, and her large green eyes were framed by still-lush black lashes. Carefully, she stepped into a black lace bustier set, noting that her nipples were already hard and tight with anticipation of what was coming up. She slipped into her silky black stockings and deftly fastened the garters. Stepping into a tight black skirt, Leah considered her appearance in the mirror again. Boots or shoes, she pondered. A moment later, she slipped her favourite black Nine West ankle boots on; the best of both worlds, she rationalised. A semisheer sleeveless black blouse completed her outfit, and she was ready to prepare her face. Kyle deserved to see her at her most radiant, didn't he?
Her look complete, Leah walked out of her ensuite and cast an eye around the bedroom. Everything seemed to be in place; the Toychest sat next to her bed and contained everything they would need, she hoped. At least she HOPED they would need it, but what if Kyle wasn't ready? What if what she wanted wasn't really what he wanted? What if he wanted a more conventional romance? God, what if, she despaired, Kyle was just another Mister Vanilla? She would be devastated, but she would not bend. She was never going back to ordinary vanilla sex again, and if Kyle could not accept her as she was, she would grieve and then move on.
Leah paused again at the top of the stairs and took a long steadying breath. She was not at all sure about what Kyle would say, she realised, but she needed to prepare herself for whatever it was, since his car was pulling in. She set her shoulders, shook her head, and walked downstairs. The evening air was so still she could hear Kyle's feet crunching on the gravel path to her front door. Scant seconds after he knocked, she opened the door to see his smiling face.
"Hello, beautiful," he beamed. "I know how much you love presents, so I brought you these." A gorgeous bouquet of tulips appeared from behind his back, wrapped in an expensive ribbon. She cast an appreciative eye over Kyle as she admired his flowers. Tall, handsome and so very masculine; she felt light-headed as he took her hand and pressed a kiss between her index finger and thumb. She needed to get a handle on things quickly. She put up a hand to stop the next sentence tumbling from Kyle's lips.
"Kyle, we need to talk," she began, watching his features change. She could read in his face that he was wondering if he'd read her wrong, if he had mistaken her interest in him. "Come and sit with me here." She guided him down beside her on the couch before she continued.
"Kyle, I like you very much; you're handsome, you're funny, you are sexy as hell," she said, and noted his slight blush with approval, "but before we get any more involved, there are some things about me you need to know. Women like me are always looking for younger men like you, you must know that..." and she put a single hand lightly on his muscular thigh. His blush deepened, and she continued. "Do you understand what I mean by 'women like me', sweetheart?"
As the endearment crossed Leah's lips, Kyle swallowed hard. She was so aware of his youthful inexperience, but she was certain she had not misread him. She could tell that he was hard for her with a simple touch of her hand upon his leg; they would be so good together, Leah knew.
"Women like you? Do you mean...successful women?" Kyle paused, uncertain if he should say what he thought, what she wanted or what he hoped. Her next words left no doubt.
"I mean Dominant women, Kyle. I mean women who understand that what a young man needs is to be brought to heel by the guidance of an older woman. Women whose men live to serve. Women who give a man a sense of self through what he is allowed to do for her, what he endures to please her, what she orders him to do for her...without thinking of himself." Seeing Kyle's gaze intent on her face, hanging on every word, she pressed on.
"His pleasure, his pain, his embarrassment his humiliation; all of these things must be secondary to Her pleasure, Kyle. His reward comes from serving her...serving Me. That is what I am asking you to do, Kyle. Do you understand?" Leah looked deep into Kyle's bright blue eyes and wondered if she had gone too far too soon. Better too soon than too late, she rationalized. Kyle needed to know before they were ever intimate that this was no ordinary love story. She sat forward on her chair as he began to speak.
"Leah, I...want to make sure I understand you. The things you're talking about...guidance, service, dominance. Serving women...serving you...are you saying that is all I am good for? That you will tell me what to do and when and how to do it? In everything?" Kyle was struggling, she knew. She had given this lovely young man so much to think about and so little time to process it. However, long practice had taught her this was for the best; if the men she sought out were given enough time to think, sometimes they over thought and bolted. At least Kyle was working through things, she acknowledged. She leaned into him so he could smell her perfume, and her scent. She listened as he continued to speak.
"You make me feel so uncertain and shy, Leah," Kyle said earnestly. "You know so much more than me about...well, everything. I want to learn more. I want to know more. Will you..." he paused, and swallowed hard. Leah felt as though the world was only made of the two of them, that everything external had fallen away. She sat back in her chair, surprised, as Kyle slid from the couch and onto his knees in front of her, and reached into his coat pocket for a small box.This was totally unexpected...she tried to remain calm as Kyle struggled to form the next sentence, the question she feared, dreaded and longed for. That small box mesmerised her as Kyle presented it. In the box was a gorgeous amethyst and silver ring that they had admired together a week ago
"Will you...would you...Leah..." Kyle's blue eyes were intent upon her green eyes; his full lower lip trembled as he fought for control of his passions.
"Will I what, Kyle?" Leah's soft voice was like a caress to Kyle. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he spoke again, his voice was barely above a whisper. He choked out the five simple words he had been holding onto since the moment they met.
"May I serve You, Mistress?" he breathed.
Her kiss was all the answer he needed.
