Bethany Roe knows she's thought of as bossy and often a bitch. She's a disability activist and is used to being in control, which is why her partners often have a hard time picturing her as a submissive in the bedroom.
Then she meets Krissy through an online fetish website.
Can her new play partner fill the ache in her soul? Will Bethany be able to balance her need to submit with her body's need for release?
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Bethany gets out of the Uber she'd rode in and waits for her overnight bag, and then, taking a deep breath, she walks up the drive of Krissy's home and rings the doorbell. Krissy opens the door. She's wearing a long, silky black dress that hugs her generous curves. Her gorgeous red hair is clipped up exposing a pale neck that Bethany would love to trail kisses over if she were allowed.
"Sweet Bethany, you found it okay? You look wonderful. Come in." Krissy holds the door open for Bethany and then closes it behind her.
"Thank you. Your directions were perfect, and you look as beautiful as ever." Bethany smiles. She has nerves fluttering in her stomach, but excitement too. It's been a long time since she was in the presence of a Dominant who made her react like Krissy does. Bethany finds herself standing a little straighter around Krissy.
Krissy's face radiates happiness. "Let me get a good look at you. I can take your coat."
It's not an order, not yet. They'd agreed that would only start once in Krissy's play room, but Bethany can still feel the pull, the need to obey when it comes to Krissy, who has that charisma that makes Bethany want to sink to her knees despite the pain.
Bethany unbuckles her coat, and Krissy is there to help her out of it. Bethany hopes her simple red dress looks good enough. Krissy hangs her coat up on a rack and looks her over again, heat in her bright blue-eyed gaze.
"I love red on you. Would you like a drink, bathroom break or anything before we start? Can I ask if you've taken the meds you need?" Krissy asks.
"Thank you. I'd like to go straight to your playroom. I took my regular daily meds and something for pain before I came, and I have extra for after in my bag." Bethany nudged the bag at her feet.
"Do you want your bag with you?" Krissy has always been good about caring for Bethany's needs from their first message, understanding but not pitying.
"Yes, please. It has my phone." Bethany nods.
Krissy takes the bag and leads Bethany to her playroom. It isn't all black. There's a section of the room just for photography that's black, but the rest of the room is a calming blue and has a sex swing set up in a corner that makes Bethany's heart race. They'd talked about that as an option.
"Tell me your safe word again," Krissy orders as she puts Bethany's bag beside the door.
"Lilacs."
"Use it if you need a break or to stop. Now take off your pretty dress and show me those beautiful curves."
