Learning a Few Lessons – Chapter 2_(1)

Dallas had instructed me to meet him in his office later that night. He was seemingly nonchalant about the whole ordeal, but it made me feel altogether queasy and nervous. I’d never done something so daring as this, not even defacing that classroom. I didn’t even know this man, and here I was giving myself over to him. For all I knew, the next time I was in zip-ties he could murder me and rid of my body.

No one would ever know. And certainly no one back home would ever suspect me to be the kind of girl to get involved in such promiscuous activity.

Either way, I faced my current predicament with a higher level of giddy excitement than nail-biting anxiety. I returned to my dorm after classes had concluded, making my way to the shower and making sure to shave every inch of myself for Dallas. I scrubbed myself with a strawberry and mango scented body wash. I dried myself, lathering my skin in a moisturizing lotion and dressing before returning to my dorm where I impatiently waited for the sun to go down.

Why is it that time always passed so slowly when you were awaiting a specific moment?

I fumbled around finding the perfect thing to wear, but sadly found that my wardrobe was seriously lacking in the seductive arena. I stood before a mirror, styling my hair, then brushing it back out because I was unsatisfied with the results, all to redo it again. I didn’t eat, I was too nervous- too distracted for it.

I even pulled out my lab report from chemistry which I’d taken home with me to work on. But I stared at the bubbly handwriting on the white paper lined with thin blue lines and blinked at it blankly. There was no way that my mind was calculating chemical equations in this state. So I took a deep breath and pulled out a journal instead. Being a writer, a whole array of them were always lying around. I started writing something.

Who could’ve known there was a passion within me,
Who could’ve seen the fire within
While there were only frost covered coals shielding my eyes?
What I long for is something taboo,
What I long for is an awakening of something in my soul,
Watch as I transform before your very eyes.

Ice Queen, no more.
Mistress of Flames, from this day forward.

It didn’t rhyme, it didn’t have a pattern or a rhythm. But it came from somewhere I don’t think I’d ever dared to write from before. A part of me was afraid of this new side that was suddenly making its appearance known, another part was overcome by pride in myself. I looked up from my desk and out the window noticing the change in the colors in the sky – a light indigo would soon fade into navy blue and then pitch black.

I figured it was close enough now to get dressed and put a layer of makeup on my face. I threw on a short black dress I’d brought from home with me. It was currently the only one I had in my closet. The hem of the skirt of it ended just about mid-thigh and was a bit frilly with all lace on the top layer and a layer of black silk underneath so that it wasn’t see-through. Though, if it was see-through, I’m sure Dallas wouldn’t mind.

I had one pair of black heels which I threw on my feet, then quickly made my face up with some mascara which brought out my eyes and made them look a bit wider and larger on my face. I filled in my lips with some dark pink lip-gloss, nothing too outrageous, then brushed my cheeks with a little bit of blush. Though, I did second guess myself there. I would probably be doing enough blushing as is tonight.

Looking in the mirror at the end of it at all, I wasn’t fully satisfied with what I saw, but then again, I never truly was. I settled for how I thought I looked and stepped out the door, anxiously making my way across campus to where I now knew Dallas’ office was. The gate to enter the building was unlocked as he promised it would be, I opened it quietly and stepped through, softly making steps toward the door to his office. And once I arrived there, there was a pulling moment of hesitation.

I shook my head at that feeling, though. I was ready for this. Dallas had preoccupied my mind far too much for me to just chicken out now. I knocked gently at the door, and then crossed my arms over my chest which perked up my cleavage in the dress just a little bit unintentionally. It didn’t take long before the office door opened and Dallas was standing there before me. His eyes quickly wandered to my breasts and a smile crossed his lips, “Welcome, dear.”

I felt my cheeks warm, shooting my gaze down to my breasts and just then realizing that I had made them blaringly obvious for him to see. Quickly, I dropped my arms to my sides. “Y-You said we had to talk before starting..?” I asked quietly, trying to change the subject as quickly as humanly possible. I could understand why a normal, casual sex relationship may need a bit of communication beforehand. But the way mine and Dallas’ relationship had begun was far from conventional. Hadn’t we skipped the talking stage?

“Yeah,” he nodded his head casually, opening the door to his office wider for me to enter, then closing it behind me. I heard the click of the lock behind me and turned to face Dallas. He took his ball-cap off and tossed it onto his desk in the same manner he had the first night we met. I watched him silently as he meandered about for a moment before turning his attention back to me. “I ain’t a rapist,” he started with and my eyebrows furrowed. I wondered whether I had done something to impose that opinion on him. But soon, he continued, “I respect your right to say no. But I also respect that you’ve told me you want to be my whore, and if you don’t meet my standards, I won’t just keep you around to spare your feelings.”

Shifting between my feet, my stare faltered in something like shame. Why did the thought of not being up to Dallas’ standards scare me so? “So if we don’t agree on certain things, it’s all over basically..?” I asked a bit timidly. I hoped the tone in my voice would not inspire annoyance in the older man.

“Basically,” he breathed the word, but luckily, he just seemed to be disappointed by the thought of that outcome just like I was. “So we will have to go over some ground rules, of course,” he continued, voice stern, “What I like, what you like. See if they match up. And see if either of us is willing to step out of our… comfort zones.” He had a small grin on his lips as if he were thinking about something too devilish to fathom.

It didn’t take a genius to know he was thinking back to our night together. And most likely undressing me with his eyes. “Okay,” I stepped a little closer, making myself at home in his office and taking a seat at one of the now two swivel chairs in the room.

He took a seat opposite me, then took a deep breath before explaining, “I like to play rough. As you could probably tell the other night. I like to tease women, I like to slap women. I like to tie them up and watch them squirm. I like to watch them give in to me. It’s a BDSM lifestyle and in no way will you be my slave or captive. You are free to stop the play at any time. You are free to leave at any time.”

I nodded.

“I have what’s called safe-words. Have you ever heard of those before?”

I shook my head.

Dallas chuckled and shook his head a little bit as well. He was obviously amused by my innocence at this point as was to be expected. “They’re different for everyone. For me, the word Margot means to slow down, and the word Mercy means to stop completely. If during one of our encounters you ever say one of these safe words, I will always follow your instruction, you need never worry about that.”

Blinking my eyes, which surely must have been wide at the time, I nodded my head and stuttered out, “That s-sounds… smart.” Then I paused and worked up the courage to speak once more, “Is there more I will need to know?”

“Yes.