art-of-domination: exoticeva: The Learning CurveChapter OneElise read the text a million times.
art-of-domination: exoticeva: The Learning Curve Chapter One Elise read the text a million times. It was brief and to the point but felt weighted with an expectation she couldn’t name and didn’t fully understand. *Dinner tonight. My place. 8pm. Come hungry.* They had met through a kink site. Tired of vanilla dating and sex that did nothing for her, Elise had gotten brave one night and created a profile. She had met a couple of men, but nothing had really clicked. Then he had messaged her. He had been charming without being pushy, but also clear that he was interested in pursuing her. They had gone on four dates, the last one culminating in a little play. They had made out on her couch, his voice whispering filthy promises in her ear as she ground out the best orgasm of her life on his fingers. Afterwards he had made her lick them clean. She had spent the last week wondering just what it was going to be like when he finally fucked her. She hoped to find out tonight. She showed up at the appointed time, having left work a little early to get ready without rushing. She wore her favorite dress - something that made her feel sexy but classy. Heels so her legs looked longer. More make-up than usual and her hair down around her shoulders. He had commented before how much he liked her long hair. Nerves made her stomach flutter as he opened the door. She’d never been to his place before. They met in bars and hotels, occasionally going back to her apartment, so this was new territory, in many ways. He greeted her with a smile and a kiss before leading her into a dining area. The table was set, music playing softly in the background, something slow with a heavy, sexy beat. He handed her a glass of wine, declined her offers of help and told her to sit at the table facing him while he finished making dinner. She did as she was told and spent a few moments enjoying watching him move about efficiently. His large hands were a constant source of fascination and she spent more time than she wanted to admit thinking about the way they felt on her body. Finally he came over, placing dishes that smelled heavenly on the table. Anticipation about tonight had caused her to skip lunch and now her stomach growled as the aromas filled the air. “Hungry?” he asked, and she couldn’t help but blush at the double meaning he clearly infused into the word. “Um, yes. I sort of skipped lunch.” He raised an eyebrow as she spoke and she squirmed a little under the intensity of his gaze. “Do you skip meals often?” “N-not really,” for some reason his questions made her nervous and she fumbled for words. “Today was just really busy and I knew we were having dinner so…” she trailed off as he continued to gaze at her. “I see.” There was something oddly ominous about those words but she couldn’t figure it out. He walked behind her, placing his hand on the back of her neck. The warmth of his palm seeped into her and she felt herself relaxing under the caress. He trailed fingers around the front, following the neckline where it dipped below her collarbones and showed the top of her cleavage. Her skin erupted into goosebumps everywhere he touched and she shivered against that trail of pleasure. He bent low so his mouth was against her ear, adding another layer of sensation. “I like this dress but I’m going to unzip it now, and you’re going to stand up so I can take it off.” She swallowed hard, saying nothing as he proceeded to follow through on his words. He pulled her chair back so she could stand and the dress fell to pool around her ankles. His fingers worked the clasp of her bra and then he was dragging her panties over the curve of her hips and down her legs until she stood in front of him completely naked, still in her heels. She blushed brightly, her hands fluttering at her sides as she tried to control the impulse to cover herself. “Sit.” His voice was gentle, his touch the same as he pushed her shoulders down until she was back on the chair. She started as the cool wood came into contact with her overheated skin. He squeezed her shoulders and she tried to settle once more. But she was burningly aware of her body. It seemed such an odd thing to sit at a dining table naked. If she leaned forward her breasts brushed the edge of the table, if she sat back she was fully on display, all her flaws open to his gaze. She couldn’t relax, couldn’t get comfortable. The fact that he remained fully clothed heightened her sense of vulnerability, adding an edge of humiliation that made her squirm. He moved around the table, filling a plate, then settling into the chair on her left. Before she could wonder why he wasn’t sitting across from her he lifted a forkful of food and brought it to her mouth. “Open” She was so stunned she did as he said, opening her mouth to accept the food he offered, closing her eyes appreciatively as the rich, decadent flavor of steak and mushrooms hit her palette. She chewed and swallowed, watching as he brought another bite up to her mouth. “I can feed myself.” The words came out a bit more snappishly than she had intended. She felt patronized and exposed sitting at this table naked, being fed like a child. “All evidence to the contrary,” he murmured. “You just admitted to skipping meals and that won’t do.” She gaped at him. “Won’t do?” She was conscious she was parroting his words but honestly who talked like that? When was the last time a guy even paid attention to what she ate? Never. It was never. She thought back to their initial conversations. He had told her his preferred dynamic extended beyond the bedroom and she had agreed there were places for D/s in daily minutiae but she’d been more focused on where those places weren’t than where they were. She tried to recall - had they talked about food? She couldn’t remember. “So..is this a part of it? Food control?” “Control? No. Not unless you want that. But I do expect my submissive to be healthy. For me that means eating regular meals. That doesn’t mean you can’t have dessert or whatever you like to eat.” “Oh.” She was unsure what else to say. “For instance, if you eat everything on this plate I promise you will like what happens next.” They looked at each other, the silence weighted, then Elise opened her mouth and he continued to feed her, bite after bite, until the plate was clean and she protested she was full. “Good. Because I’m starving.” I’ve reblogged @exoticeva before because she rocks. But this story…well this story is insanely hot, on a higher level than all the other awesome shit she writes. I got a preview of it and I will say that it is completely fucking amazing and intense. Really well written and really sexy. I would strongly advise you all to read it. Seriously. If you like longform stories that will keep you interested and wanting more, start with this one. -- source link