been good for each other haven’t they?”
She tu rned her head and smiled at him, “Yes, I think if two people can be perfect for each other, it’s those two.”
“That’s how it should be when a man finds his mate. They should be so in tune with each other that even when they are around others, the world just kind of falls away when they are side by side. Look at the way she stares into his eyes, she’s completely enamored. And him, well you can tell just by the way he smiles at her that he’s head over heels. They barely even realize there are other people in the room with them , they are so focused on each other.” His fingers were gently rubbing the tension from her back, traveling up the center and delving underneath her fiery red curls to massage the nape of her neck.
Dearie was practically purring, arching a bit against his hand as she nodded in agreement. “Is it not strange to know that she calls him ‘ Master ’ and he considers he r his submissive? Maybe I’m a little old fashioned , but it almost makes me think he doesn’t respect her if he thinks she is beneath him. I guess this whole Dominant/submissive thing is still so new to me it can be confusing.” She couldn’t believe she felt comfortable enough to talk about this with a complete stranger, but something about Slate made her feel safe and secure.
The corner of his mouth tilted up in a half smile, his fingers caressing across her back from shoulder to shoulder. “Actually, when a woman submits to a man, she’s giving him the greatest of gifts —h er trust. It’s not easy to give of yourself so completely. I think a submissive woman has to be a truly strong woman a nd her D ominant has to be a strong , wise man . O ne that knows how to appreciate the gift she has give n to him. He should do everything in his power to mold and shape her, help her reach her goals and be the best she can be.”
“I never thought of it that way. I assumed with all the kneeling, spanking, punishments and pain , that it was a guy getting his kicks demoralizing a woman. At least that’s what I thought before I saw how Belle blossomed under the care of Devlin. She’s so happy, so in love. So I figured it must not be too bad or she wouldn’t be fulfilled.”
Slate started to respond but the waitress came by to serve their drinks and take their orders. Dearie hadn’t even opened her menu at that point so she quickly did so and started scanning it while the others began ordering. “I’ve never been here before. What’s good Belle?”
Her friend smiled and leaned over towards her a bit, “Everything is good , e specially the fried stuff and the steaks.”
Laughing, Dearie rolled her eyes and gestured to her own figure, “Like I need red meat or anything fried. I think I’ll settle for the chef salad and soup of the day.”
She was surprised when Slate growled, raking his fingertips down her back and pinched the curve of her bottom. “Why don’t you let me order for you , Dearie , s ince I own the place, I think I know what’s good.”
“Oh, Belle didn’t tell me you’re the owner…” she blushed, feeling chastised from the pinch, wanting to reprimand him for having the nerve to do that after just meeting. But secretly she was hoping he hadn’t been offended by her mention of not wanting fattening foods from his establishment.
He didn’t wait for a yes or no from her when the waitre ss came up to them with a smile. “Do you want your usual , Slate?”
“No Tricia, I want two sirloin steak dinners — medium, with baked potatoes, steamed veggies and a salad with vinaigrette dressing on the side. All the appetizers are on the house, we’ll take the spinach artichoke dip with pita chips and shrimp cocktail—enough for the entire table.”
That mention brought cheers from everyone and thankfully, broke the moment of tension.
Dearie was itching to rub the sore spot on her bottom, but at this point, she didn’t want to give him the
She tu rned her head and smiled at him, “Yes, I think if two people can be perfect for each other, it’s those two.”
“That’s how it should be when a man finds his mate. They should be so in tune with each other that even when they are around others, the world just kind of falls away when they are side by side. Look at the way she stares into his eyes, she’s completely enamored. And him, well you can tell just by the way he smiles at her that he’s head over heels. They barely even realize there are other people in the room with them , they are so focused on each other.” His fingers were gently rubbing the tension from her back, traveling up the center and delving underneath her fiery red curls to massage the nape of her neck.
Dearie was practically purring, arching a bit against his hand as she nodded in agreement. “Is it not strange to know that she calls him ‘ Master ’ and he considers he r his submissive? Maybe I’m a little old fashioned , but it almost makes me think he doesn’t respect her if he thinks she is beneath him. I guess this whole Dominant/submissive thing is still so new to me it can be confusing.” She couldn’t believe she felt comfortable enough to talk about this with a complete stranger, but something about Slate made her feel safe and secure.
The corner of his mouth tilted up in a half smile, his fingers caressing across her back from shoulder to shoulder. “Actually, when a woman submits to a man, she’s giving him the greatest of gifts —h er trust. It’s not easy to give of yourself so completely. I think a submissive woman has to be a truly strong woman a nd her D ominant has to be a strong , wise man . O ne that knows how to appreciate the gift she has give n to him. He should do everything in his power to mold and shape her, help her reach her goals and be the best she can be.”
“I never thought of it that way. I assumed with all the kneeling, spanking, punishments and pain , that it was a guy getting his kicks demoralizing a woman. At least that’s what I thought before I saw how Belle blossomed under the care of Devlin. She’s so happy, so in love. So I figured it must not be too bad or she wouldn’t be fulfilled.”
Slate started to respond but the waitress came by to serve their drinks and take their orders. Dearie hadn’t even opened her menu at that point so she quickly did so and started scanning it while the others began ordering. “I’ve never been here before. What’s good Belle?”
Her friend smiled and leaned over towards her a bit, “Everything is good , e specially the fried stuff and the steaks.”
Laughing, Dearie rolled her eyes and gestured to her own figure, “Like I need red meat or anything fried. I think I’ll settle for the chef salad and soup of the day.”
She was surprised when Slate growled, raking his fingertips down her back and pinched the curve of her bottom. “Why don’t you let me order for you , Dearie , s ince I own the place, I think I know what’s good.”
“Oh, Belle didn’t tell me you’re the owner…” she blushed, feeling chastised from the pinch, wanting to reprimand him for having the nerve to do that after just meeting. But secretly she was hoping he hadn’t been offended by her mention of not wanting fattening foods from his establishment.
He didn’t wait for a yes or no from her when the waitre ss came up to them with a smile. “Do you want your usual , Slate?”
“No Tricia, I want two sirloin steak dinners — medium, with baked potatoes, steamed veggies and a salad with vinaigrette dressing on the side. All the appetizers are on the house, we’ll take the spinach artichoke dip with pita chips and shrimp cocktail—enough for the entire table.”
That mention brought cheers from everyone and thankfully, broke the moment of tension.
Dearie was itching to rub the sore spot on her bottom, but at this point, she didn’t want to give him the
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