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This Skin is Stained

"Get off my back about it, okay? I remember clearly who got arrested for pissing on a cop car back in high school."

She pointed her fork at him as she dug into the food. She knew it was way too much for her to eat, but she was at least going to eat it since he would bitch at her more. She was trying to play it off as light, but it wasn't happening. It wasn't getting arrested that had rattled her, it was the fact that Rafe's good friend knew about it and had seen her dressed like that. Her family obviously didn't know. Hell, no one personal knew about that part of her life. She wasn't a hooker all the time. She wasn't on call or anything like that. Well, not really. She was only available after 8pm and only until 2am. So it wasn't like the other working girls who were up at noon and strutting down the street until four am.

"I get it, okay? I get it."

She said, more to her food than the him. She wasn't just going to suddenly stop getting paid for sex, but she didn't want to get arrested again for it so something had to change. There was that fet club that was in the center of the city that she could get a job at working nights. They had already offered her a job and the position was still open. If he really wanted her safe, then he could shove it and let her do it her own way. She wasn't some idiot. She hated it at the same time as she loved it. It wasn't the payment or even the sex. It was the power and control she got from it. She depicted what went down. Those other girls were just dolls with holes and voices. Even though she was just as faceless, she had the control to do what she wanted. She was paid for it. She wasn't enlightened by her arrest or anything, but Daniel shining a little light on how he saw it and the fact that Rafe had always trusted his judgment made it all so...dangerous.

"These are pretty good.."

She murmured, eating half of a pancake. The topping and the fluffiness and the butter were just totally delicious. She savored each bite slowly, shutting her eyes in delight. She had always loved food, but she never really ate all that much of it. Besides, she barely gained weight when she did start eating a lot so it had nothing to do with that. It was just another little factor of control.
 
He just blinked. And listened. And felt his face contort a bit in confusion, but he mentally stepped back, letting her have this moment to vent. Daniel ate quietly as he listened to her, if a bit slowly. It would've been nice to talk about something else, really. Sports. Movies. There'd been a lot of good movies since they'd last spent time together. Hell, there were a few good ones out now. But eventually someone had to broach the elephant in the room; he was glad it had been her, though not in this way, and not quite so...soon.

"I didn't mean it like that," he said softly, breaking a good ten or so seconds of silence after she was done. "I meant...as friends. If you wanted to hang out, talk awhile, or, I don't know, some day when you're feeling down or just bored, my door is open to you. That's all I meant." Another second of pause. His eyes kept down at his plate. The side of his fork cut the pancakes into more manageable pieces, though he made no move to eat them yet. "I was offering you a place to rest and get some actual decent sleep since I can't imagine you got anything good laying on that bench." Another momentary pause. Then, his tone defeated, "If you want, I can just take you home once we eat."

But not until they'd talked about certain things. And since he didn't want to be the one to bring them up later, since they were at least somewhat brought up now, he shrugged to himself - might as well. "I don't think you're easy," he breathed. "And I'm pretty good at keeping secrets. Better than most." Daniel paused for a mouthful of powdered banana pancakes. "I don't see how it's anyone's business but ours, so I've got no reason to tell anyone. ...Heck, you could probably sit here and make a case that it's none of my business either, but I don't know if I can retreat on that one." He paused again, this time for a drink of cold milk. Still he didn't look at her, tough now it was out of comfort for them both. "Can we talk about it? Like, talk talk? Do you do anything other than the selling and the pills? Is it the money that you need? The thrill, the taboo danger? The power? ...Are there any alternatives?"

Another drink, then he was back to idly pushing his fork into various bits of food. "I mentioned before I hit the bottle pretty bad after it happened, mm?" He set the fork down to instead pick up a piece of bacon. "I'm...still not over it. Not all the way. But, it's getting better." Another brief pause. "I know what it's like to want a hug, or just to want someone to come up and hug you, but not really know how to ask. Hell, if you didn't have such claws sometimes I might've risked giving you one when you walked into the room," the dirty blonde half joked, smirking.
 
Once he stopped talking, she let out a sigh and put down her fork. This wasn't easy in the least to talk about. It seemed like nothing she did ever helped get rid of the pain or the past that still haunted her. She could still feel Rafe holding her hand as he left her for good. The feeling of his hand going cold in hers wasn't something she could ever forget. Or the way his chest finally stopped moving. It just never stopped playing in her head over and over again. Or even worse, the memories of when she had been happy and Rafe had been alive. She woke up with the shakes and looked at his side of the bed to see if he was there again and the absolute misery hit her full force when that side was cold and empty. It was a lot of the reason why she took her sleeping pills: no dreams, no nightmares, just darkness.

Cupping her hands together, Danica thought for a few moments about what to say to Dan. She really couldn't find the words, which was funny, since she had been in the works of creating a book with Rafe before he died. He had been working on getting it published when it was all done. She had just needed to provide the material and get it all sorted out. She pressed her forehead against her hands almost like a prayer before she looked at him, her eyes clouded with so many disappointments and self-hatred. He probably knew the look well. She'd seen him wear it before. And yet, looking at his face, she still couldn't seem to find the words until she took another deep breath and swept out all the chaotic thoughts that had nothing to do with the conversation at hand.

"I don't need the money. I got that inheritance, remember? I don't abuse it. I've invested a lot of it so that I have plenty saved up. Hell, I could not work for a good twenty years and still be doing just fine." A pause. Deep breath. "I tried everything after Rafe died to get some peace of mind. I went to therapy every day for four months and nothing worked. It never got any easier. I went to self-defense classes to get my anger out and it worked for awhile, but it was fleeting. I run every morning, well, most mornings, and that gives me some peace of mind to just focus on that. But I've tried so many things, Danny. When I can be someone else, that's the only time I'm free. Even if it is only an hour, or two hours, or whatever, I can be someone else without destroying what I am. I get to be in control. I get to put all my problems into a little box until later. And then...and then I feel awful because the rush is gone, the loss of control is gone and so I take a few pills. It's like a crash and I take the pills to level back out. I wish there was a healthier way, but I've tried as many as I could manage. I paint on the weekends so I don't do pills..I try the best way I can."

She said with a sigh, putting her hands in her lap a moment and closed her eyes. She counted to ten and then opened her eyes again and started eating her food once more. She wasn't as quick about it, just taking her time to enjoy the meal while her words hung over them. The therapist had gotten her to say some of what was on her mind, before the sex and drugs, but none of the sessions had ever really helped. Somehow, though, she actually felt a little bit of relief. It was an odd feeling to have some of the weight on yours shoulders just suddenly slide off. Even if it was only a small piece, she could feel it. It made things just a little easier.
 
There was a bit to digest, there. Daniel sat. He listed attentively to everything she had to say. As Danica spoke he found his mind trying to wrap around each new, specific thing, but then she would continue speaking and he had to force observation to the wayside for the moment; that would come afterward, after he was sure to have missed nothing. Daniel's fork was set down early on. His elbows each came to rest upon the table. His arms raised enough for his fingers to interlock, forming a bridge in front of his mouth that he leaned forward into a little, eyes closed as he did his best to absorb. The inheritance he remembered hearing about, once some time back in casual conversation. He'd even teased Rafe a few times about having a sugar momma, but his friend always downplayed it, so the tease didn't last real long. At least money wasn't the issue here though. Nor did it sound like it stemmed from her sex drive, which was a good thing as well.

"So, the adrenaline of it, and filling a void." He stated the words plainly, and in a calm tone, about a minute after she'd finished speaking. Then nearly half a minute more passed before he continued, doing his best to recall and draw upon the basic psychology class he'd taken in college before becoming a uniformed officer. "Control is an important thing to everyone, especially when you don't have any. I think...I think maybe what you've been going through is because of what happened, because it was so out of your control. It was out of anyone's. You spent all that time growing together, and he was just...taken from you." Danny fell silent for a moment after that. Inwardly he couldn't help but to wince. But he pushed it from his thoughts, as he still had to do on some nights, and pressed on, "So this is a way you can have an immediate, tangible sense of control, yeah? So maybe that's it?"

His hands came apart. There was another break in his speaking. Daniel still wasn't looking to Danica, this was all awkward, if necessary, his eyes staring blankly at the light oak grain of the table while he took a long drink of cool milk. I think," as he set the large glass down, "that a lot of times people want to be opposite in the bedroom from what they are in real life. Maybe that's why it's so fulfilling? I remember this one girl I was with a few years ago, Meghan. Total control freak." He smirked, lifting the glass for another drink. "Her biggest thing was she wanted that control taken from her when we were in bed. Like she got such an adrenaline rush from not having a say, and not having a say that she didn't have a say, y'know? I think with a lot of people there's a similarity that we can look to that intimacy we create with someone to really, privately embrace whatever it is we're missing."

Where exactly was he going with this? Daniel set the glass down after that second drink of the milk and rose a hand, running fingers through his hair in thought, they ending up at the base of his head where they just scratched. A moment later the hand went back to the table, he leaning forward against a forearm. "It doesn't sound like you need what you've been doing. I'm not an expert. I mean, I don't know what you need. You said you've tried therapy, right? ...I really don't know, then. I'm just trying to be observant here. I have to do that kind of thing a lot with work." He shrugged. "It doesn't sound like you need the danger of it though. You're a grown adult, you can do what you want, but...I don't want to see you get hurt, Danica."

"What if...what if you didn't do it with strangers? What if it was with someone you know? Is that something I could help you with? Like kids, playing make believe." He smirked. "Whenever you're in the mood you can come over here and be a different person for a few hours, like you said. Could even have a different name if you want. You're a girl, so I expect you to be bossy." He smirked again. "And you can nag nag nag, or yell, or I don't know. Whatever it is you feel would help you get that fulfilled feeling. I just...I don't want you to keep messing around with strangers for it. You're gonna get hurt that way, eventually. It's inevitable." As he paused then to think on his words, an obvious question hit him: Was he propositioning her for sex or for friendship? His face was increasingly red as he thought this over. ...Whatever worked, right? But that didn't mean... It's not like he was trying to... Confusing. He thought back on his words for a moment, on how exactly he'd worded himself just now. What had it sounded like, he wondered? Suddenly chewing on the inside of his mouth, Daniel knew he should try to behave, but...maybe behaving wasn't what she needed? Or maybe it was. He didn't know. God, why wasn't she wearing a bra? And there was something about wet hair. He needed to go rub one out so he could think straight.

"After you get all that out maybe we can watch a movie together or something. Or, I don't know. Just something where you won't feel so alone afterward? I don't want you to keep turning to pills, hon." He frowned. "They can really, really damage your body. I...I'd like if you would let me help ween you off of them. Certain ones you need, right? So maybe I'll give you a few days' worth at a time and you can promise to not take anything other than what I give you?" It was worth a shot. "Cold turkey isn't for everyone."
 
Danica was quiet throughout all his musings and words and expressions. She studied him as she sat there and ate her food, never missing a word he said. It was hard not to, he just had a voice that said listen. It was something she'd always liked about him. He would have made a good professor if he wasn't such a hard ass about certain things and liked his own dangerous lifestyle. She had to give him props for trying to make it seem like she had more of a risk of getting hurt than he did. He could get shot at on a daily basis - she just had to worry about some John Doe thinking it was okay to take what he wanted without paying. Her scenario wasn't exactly glamorous, but she had people looking out for her. There weren't many and they were far between, but she wasn't all that alone. No, the only time she was alone was when she could get back into her head and that was never a good thing. She hated being in her head. She hated being alone except when she had her pills and could just crash into dreamless sleep or slide right into a wonderful high. But she knew he was right. The highs weren't healthy and neither was her lifestyle. But no one was really healthy, right? Before she knew it, there was nothing left on her plate. She actually blinked in surprise. She had never eaten a whole plate of food - certainly not one that big. She expected to feel full or close to exploding but she felt pleasantly not hungry. It was an interesting feeling.

"So basically you are propositioning me to come over to your place and play house or be naughty and have sex?"

She grinned a little at him, remembering belatedly she didn't have a bra and therefore, she didn't have her cigarettes. She'd left them in the bathroom. With a sigh, she decided she didn't really need a cigarette so she didn't bother to get up and go get them. It was all the same. She didn't need something but she wanted it. But there was a difference between want and need that was a mile wide. Still, she constantly toed the line. She just had that kind of thing about her. Still, curiosity struck her as she looked at Danny. He was a big guy, potentially a Dom if given the right circumstance and stimulation. But could he submit to her? It was something that suddenly gave her a shiver. Having such a big strong guy under her and in her control was appealing, but why was she thinking of Dan that way? Why now? Because he offered her some sort of security? She really didn't know. But that low burn was in her stomach. It was just another kind of need.

"So how do you like to have sex?"
 
"I..." Was he? Technically, yeah, he pretty much was propositioning her for sex. A new shade of blush creeping across his features, eyes slightly averted, looking at something, just really anything to the left of her, Danny continued, "I...I'm propositioning for whatever it is you think you need." A breath, "If it's companionship, we can try that. If..." His body language mirrored the degree of nervous hesitation evident in his speech, the fingers of one hand starting to idly play with the fingers of the other, "If you need something more, we can try that too."

They were both adults. Why not just come out and say it? Yeah, I wanna fuck your brains out, Red. I've wanted to for years, from one hole to the next. Yet even in his attempt to make this about helping her, and not about his lust, Danny couldn't help the guilt creeping around inside him. "I just want you to be safe." Was that it? Like, there had to be another way, right? This couldn't be the only one. "I...I want to be here for you. I want to fix things." Yet here he was, offering money for her tits and lips and whatever else his ho of a friend would sell his way. "It'll be just you and me from now on, yeah? Whenever the urge hits. And you won't mess around with anyone else anymore. Promise?"

He was pretty sure he wasn't this selfless.

Then the question about sex came, as blunt as a fucking brick. Or maybe she was just addressing the inevitable elephant in the room, coincidentally made out of blunt bricks? Either way, his cheeks widened and he chuckled a little. "Like any guy, I guess. Hard. Fast. I like to be in charge." He sat up a bit, then leaned back a little. "Slow can be good though, too." She was a professional, yeah? Maybe he shouldn't be so embarrassed talking about it, he inwardly mused. Kinda like talking to a doctor. Except, a doctor you were probably gonna nail. Again he smirked. Danny's eyes glanced to her chest briefly, eyeing her tits again in all their braless glory. "I dunno. I like all kinds of things." He was quick to look away again, making sure the glance was only a passing one. Reaching a hand to scratch his face, to the left of his nose and upper lip, which didn't actually itch, he continued, "And, I guess I'm pretty open to try stuff. I dunno."

She'd said she was a dom, right? A dominatrix? A mistress? "What does it entail, when you're in charge?" Here we go. Point of no return, "What...sort of things would you have us do?"
 
"You know, just because I've been paid to have sex, doesn't mean I don't see it as something two people have to do without emotions involved. I'm not an expert in this. It was my escape, like I used to do with my painting and artwork. But if you want to treat me like a whore, then I'll step up."

She shrugged her shoulders, having seen his calculating and lusty looks the entire time he was thinking and talking about this entire "business." Why not make it a business? He had offered her money. And wasn't that just the sad part? That some small part of her had thought he might actually have some shred of compassion for a friend. But she kind of deserved, right? Supposedly, she deserved this treatment. Hell, it wasn't like she was a person under all the sex and drugs. Putting on a smile that was totally empty, she sidled up to him, pressing her breasts against his arm and sliding a hand into his hair. She felt the soft strands a moment before yanking them hard to get him to look at her.

"You do what I want you to do within your limits. Are you against me pulling your hair?"

Her voice was deeper, richer, more even as she stared at him without feeling, just the urge to have the control that he would need to hand to her without opposition. You couldn't just take the control. Someone had to give it to you. When a submissive submitted, it was a gift that you had to take care of. She was willing to let him hand over some of his control to her. Even if only a small amount for the moment. She wanted to know how he would react to losing his choices because she was the one making all the decisions. Danica slid her tongue along her teeth as she waited, breath even and calm even as a fire danced in her belly at the thought of putting Danny in his place for a moment.
 
There was a quickly formed pang from her words, somewhere between guilt and just plain awkwardness. He hadn't wanted to offer, he just...he had to get close to her, and her had to get close to her quick. She was destroying herself with these pills and with the whoring. Right? ...Maybe, yeah, but it was hard to convince even himself that his intentions were completely noble.

Then she was moving, and he stopped thinking. He wanted to keep thinking. Did he? He wasn't sure, but when she stood, the fact that she was coming closer...and the way her unmitigated breasts had that single bounce when she rose...it was ironic, really, how one could be made to shiver and flush at the same time. That's what Danica accomplished with the pres of her chest around his upper arm when she sat net to him. The run of her fingers up the back of his head and into his soft, thick hair was just as thrilling. Holy crap, this was really happening, wasn't it?

Then the sharp tug.

Then the sharper words, deep and rich with meaning.

"I-," Danny stammered, face now toward his kitchen ceiling, chin forced to a raise, throat exposed. His cheeks and chest were on fire. His crotch strained against the fabric that bound it; in the back of his mind he was aware that now she'd be able to see if she so cared to look, that now there was no more hiding it by sitting. But even that was second to the thought of what she was doing to him right now, what she was saying. "I'm- I'm alright with that...Y-you can do that."

This was Danica! And yet, as he glanced out the corner of his right eye, as he looked away from the ceiling and to her, watching her tongue...Danny had never wanted to nail someone so bad, off-limits girl of his friend or no.
 
"Oh, I can, can I?"

She murmured, finding her center as he stammered and blushed a bright red. This was what she loved. She loved that slide into control that was so beautifully handed over to her in small measures. The look on his face screamed lust and she could tell by the bulge in his pants that it was a real feeling. She felt her own little pit of lust growing as she moving her opposite hand into his lap and felt over the bulge with light fingers. She couldn't tell exactly how big he was, but he wasn't small by any means and that gave her a little thrill. She gripped his hair harder, tipping his head back further to make his back arch as she trailed those fingers away from his erection and up his chest, sliding under his shirt to his heated skin. She liked the feel of his skin beneath her fingers, the way the muscles jumped as her fingers passed over them. This feeling was better than any high she'd ever had. It always was.

"And do this?"

She stopped her fingers at his pecks before dragging her nails down slowly, pressing them into his skin hard enough to leave bright red trails in their wake. She couldn't see the marks, but she wanted to. She wanted to badly. She liked the thought of leaving marks all over him in a show of domination. It was so wonderful. As she made it back to his waistline, fingernail teasing the skin there, she found how wet she already was from just this light playing. It was a little unnerving that she was already so turned on just by a few things. Pretty small things at that. Still, as she gave his pants a hard tug to pull him closer, her other hand tipping his head to make him look at her, she curved her lips into a grin.

"So what do you say? Wanna try some time with me?"
 
To him, to a guy, control was natural. You simply took it. Not even that - it was simply yours to claim, most women expecting that sort of dominance from their guy. These measured movements of Danica's, these skilled step-by-step transfers of power...she would have it all, before he truly realized he was giving it in anything more than a temporary sense.

The fingers grazing over his bulge brought forth another shiver. He wanted to grab her hand and press down. Or pull her onto his lap. Or kiss her. But, this felt too out of his control already, too surreal. All Danny could do was sit there, breathe, and experience her... And ache.

The sharper tug of his hair encouraged his back to arch awkwardly in his seat. His eyes stared up at the paneling on the ceiling. His chin stretched to its high point, adam's apple fully exposed. And then the hand. As Danica's sudden touch ran up the dark curls of his chest Danny instinctively took in a sharp breath. "Ggh," came a moment later with a quick wince when her nails clawed along his skin. His eyes were already as wide as they would go, and the way she was pulling on his hair, forcing his body to arch into it...too cruel. "You," he breathed, pausing a second, finding an excited smile, "...you can do that."

When she turned his head to face her, posing to him that question, there was only one thing that came to mind. It wasn't anything noble, like before. It wasn't anything of their longstanding friendship. It wasn't even anything complicated; it didn't need to be.

"Yes," he replied, staring lustfully into her eyes.
 
"Good boy," she practically cooed, releasing her grip on his hair to stroke the strands almost tenderly before she did another yank. She grinned at him, smoothing her lips into a tantalizing little smirk as she released him and got out of the chair. She looked at him before looking pointedly at the floor, her eyes filled with lust and wanton desire. Crossing her arms under her chest, she purred,

"On your knees on the floor."

She wondered how he would take that as she looked at him and waited for him to do as she ordered. It was a slow seduction but a quick capturing of power as she felt the mood in the room shift to suit the situation. She was reveling in this. She didn't know why or when or even how, but shew as enjoying this. Perhaps it was some snarky little bit of payback for how he treated her earlier, but she felt more gratification than just petty little bits of revenge. He was submitting to her, a guy she had always seen as "macho" and controlled. It was like eating your absolute favorite chocolate in exquisite little bites. She relished every little morsal.
 
Good boy. There was...fuck, there was something about that that was just sexy as shit. Both patronizing and sincere, that bit of approval was enough to send a fresh, heated thrill coursing through him. The switch between caressing and then yanking his hair didn't hurt much either.

The first order came. To his knees. Daniel thought. He breathed as he looked to her, his hair freed now from her grip. He couldn't help his eyes from straying to her chest again when her arms folded beneath it. The way they sat. The way her arms supported them. The way her shirt hugged them. ...God, he was such a fucking sucker. After that pause in their ascension, his eyes did rise to meet hers, her order hanging fresh in the air.

This was way, way different than anything he'd done before. And, with Danica? This was crazy. But as he sat there, staring into her eyes, his shoulders didn't sit the same strong way they normally sat. His face didn't retain the staunch strength he was known for. They'd barely begun, and as Danny looked up at her, he quickly found himself wholly eager to see wherever this might go.

His body turned on the chair, in time, and once his knees faced her he slipped down onto them, right on his own linoleum kitchenette floor. Brown eyes never left hers of amethyst. His lips parted just a bit, but they said nothing. Without really thinking about it Danny's hands rose up to wrap around the outsides of her upper thighs, palms on the outsides, fingers crooking around the backs, while the rest of him simply sat up with a straight back, blinking, blushing, thoroughly embarrassed and yet...undeniably curious.
 
At first, she wasn't sure if he would obey, but then she saw the lust and undeniable need to do so slide over his features. It was like watching the sun rise - it was beautiful in a carnal way that not many people understood. She simply watched him, not moving from her stance in the kitchen. It wasn't weird to her, it was just how it was and it was glamorous in a way that just fit well with her. She watched his eyes sink down to focus on her chest and she didn't encourage nor discourage the way he looked at her. She felt like she was being worshiped with his eyes and it almost made her blush. Almost. The look in his eyes as they rose to meet hers, however, almost stole her breath away. They were reverent. It made her knees weak, but she held her ground as she watched his change in posture. He was giving in. It made her more wet than she'd been in a long time.

She watched his slow descent to his knees before her. Normally, she would berate anyone who touched her upon that first order without being given permission, but this was new to him and so she let it slide when he touched her legs, resting his hands on her upper thighs, perilously close to her hips. But he didn't move her closer. He didn't try to pull her or push her or anything. He just sat there, hands on her legs on his knees before her, practically begging for more of what she could offer. It was intoxicating. Besides, his blush made it all the more sweeter.

"If you want to stay my good boy, you'll do as I say. Now, tell me why you want me."
 
Daniel had no idea he was affecting her in any way. Unlike him, she was good at keeping it masked. The more this went on, though, the less he felt that desire to keep his wants masked in the first place. So this is what people paid for, huh? This feeling...this heavy beating in his chest, this flush over his entire face.

Her next order sent an even worse chill through him than the last. From this angle it was possible, but hard to really look her in the eyes, at least not without being distracted by the two mounds directly above his head, so instead Daniel looked forward, concentrating on the smooth, flat belly before him. He exhaled his next breath against that surface, thinking aloud, "I...I'll be your good boy... ...Danica."

His dick was fucking stiff, straining against the front of his pants. Already his boxers were surely dark with arousal. He had to close his eyes and really concentrate, trying to think of something better than 'I want to fuck you because you're hot.' His fingers squeezed a little on the back of her upper thighs, just below the curves of her backside, softening their touch a moment later.

"I...I want you because you're beautiful," he started. But there was more than that, right? He needed to do this slowly, realizing these things only now when he stopped to think about it. "I want you because...for as long as I've known you, I've felt this attraction to who you are. I want you because of the way you're making me feel right now." Those fingers squeezed the back of her thighs again, briefly like before. "I want you because I'm a mess," he mouthed a little softer now. "I'm sad and alone and I...I just need someone too." Danny closed his eyes. He took a deep breath, and with it, "I don't know why I want you. I just...I need someone. I don't know. But...if that someone were you, I think- I think that would be a good thing. I think I'd really like that."

Eyes still closed, every exhale of breath came lightly against her stomach. Without thinking, Daniel leaned forward, planting a soft kiss upon the fabric of her shirt.
 
A tiny little twitch. That was the only indication that he affecting her when he breathed against her shirt and she felt it against her skin. It was hot and warm and made her body crave to be touched. To be touched by something familiar and good. It made her want to crave to taint him in a way that was right rather than wrong. She knew he had to be uncomfortable with his hard on while on his knees, but she didn't care about that. Not in the sexual sense. Being on edge like that was good motivation for him to be honest with her. It's how the game continued: honesty. He was handing over more and more control and she was gladly taking the reins. It was wonderful. And yet, it made her hesitant to seek more when he really started to talk. She absorbed the words, weighed the emotion and truth behind each sentence. It was honest. It was what she had been looking for. Besides, he was being such a good boy...

Feeling his touch against the back of her legs made her think of times when she used to be picked up, pushed against a wall and ravaged. It made her crave things long since lost but she wouldn't dwell on such things. She'd break down if she did. Ignoring the memory threatening to invade her center, she shivered at the kiss placed against her stomach through her shirt. It was gentle and made her take a calming breath. She placed one hand on top of his head and gripped the strands, tugging until he was looking up at her. Once he was, she murmured.

"What do you want to do to me? Or rather, would you want me to do to you?"
 
His face was tugged upward again. Staring up between the two mounds her small shirt clung to, Danny's chest rose and fell full with each excited breath as he did his best to answer honestly.

"I want to kiss your stomach more," he began, the blush a permanent presence now as he actually said these things now instead of just thinking them. Gazing up into her amethyst eyes, "I think...I'd like to kiss you all over, without your shirt. ...I think I've always wanted to." A breath. "Your chest...your neck...your mouth...your shoulders...your back...your butt." Alright, so that made him smirk, just a little. He managed to contain what would have been a chuckle. Yeah, maybe part of him would enjoy being told to kiss her dommy ass and actually doing it. So what? "I think I could enjoy spending all night doing these things." Danny's hands started to raise up. They unbent themselves from the backs of her thighs and smoothed out, moving slowly up her sides until his light grip wrapped itself around the redhead's hips. "I want to fuck you, too," he simply blurted it out, eyes still looking up into hers. Face still ever-red. "Like an animal. I just want to pin you in some awkward, uncomfortable position and not give a shit. I want to get off deep inside you."

But there was another half to that question. Danny didn't have to think long on it; he honestly wasn't sure. "I...don't really know what I want you to do to me. I don't...I've never really thought about that." Chewing the inside of his mouth, "Um. But I think I'd be willing to try. I don't know. Just...it's between us, right? I think I'd be willing to try something, if you wanted to do it." Averting his gaze again, looking back to her stomach, Danny couldn't help but smile at the heat on his face. "I liked when you called me your good boy. Should I...Should I be calling you anything?"
 
Danica may have heard these words before, hell, a couple of times she'd heard those sentences repeated over and over, but something about the way he said them, the way he looked at her just made her want to cry. It sounded almost beautiful to hear them and it frightened her a bit. Why was she getting all sappy and soft on this one? Because he was familiar. He was a connection to her past. She felt the memories try to well up again and she mentally stomped them down. She couldn't deal with any of that right now. Maybe later she could cry herself to sleep over the loss, but right now she couldn't afford to break down in front of Danny. It wouldn't be fair to him. Hell, it wouldn't be fair to her either. She stifled a small smile when he said he wouldn't mind kissing her butt and she wondered if she should make him kiss her tight little ass. But that would be saved for later. Feeling his hands on her hips, she wanted him to take her. It thrummed through her being. But his blush and bluntly honest words made her Domme grin wickedly. She wouldn't mind a good hard fuck. That was what they both needed.

However, she was slightly disappointed that he didn't know what he wanted from her. It was like being told about a movie and finding out the ending was mediocre. But his eagerness to try was apparent in his voice and in his expression and it made up for the lack of material to work with. Especially when he said that he liked being called her good boy. It was very endearing in a sexual way. When he asked the question, she thought it over. Everyone was different. There were some words they would use willingly and some words that just felt like ashes on their tongue so she presented him with a question instead.

"What would you like to call me? Miss, Mistress, Ma'am?"

She ticked off just a few as she looked at him, knowing there were a lot more in there that she could be called. Some had wanted to call her "Princess," or "Goddess," And as much as those ones had been off the road, more or less, she had accepted them. It was about him giving control to her and she had to earn it in various ways. This was one of them. She stroked his hair, loving the feel of it in her palm as she looked down at him. She almost wavered in dominating him like he seemed to need. She was tired, but she wanted this. And he wanted this. The combination of desires was much more important than anything else.

"What do you want, my good boy?"
 
He'd gone out on a limb and she'd reciprocated. It thrilled him, thinking over the different options. A few hours ago the desire to do this with a woman had never really crossed his mind, at least not as anything more than a passing, amusing thought. ...Maybe sometimes more than that, but never anything way serious. Never anything in the flesh, like this. Danny felt another excited shiver flow over him as he considered each option. His fingers squeezed around Danica's hips for a few seconds before releasing, kneading her sides a bit just as he'd done to her thighs. "I like them all," he spoke soft. "Maybe just Mistress. Or maybe Miss Danica? I don't know." He just wanted to bury his face in her stomach right then and never come out. But he took a breath and continued, thinking aloud, "I like the sound of Ma'am, too. Maybe once in awhile. I don't really know. Maybe Mistress in general, but Miss Danica when I'm speaking to you?"

That was about as much as he could take. Danny turned his face to the side and indeed leaned forward, burying his face and cheek against her belly, nestled against her shirt like a child. His strong hands left her hips and moved on to her lower back, just above her backside, slipping around and hugging her there. "Your good boy wants to kiss you more," he managed after a few seconds. "On your stomach. And- and your chest." The fingers coursing through his hair were incredibly reassuring. As much trust as he needed right now, he was able to show that with so much as her physical touch. "Can I take off your shirt?" He knew damn well there was nothing underneath. Then, heart pounding, "Can I take you to bed?"
 
"You can do Miss, if that suits you best. And when we ask for things, we say may. It's for permission."

She murmured, feeling him shift more readily into the submissive mindset. She could see it in his body language and hear it in his words. It was indulgent. She could feel his fingers press and release into her skin. It was a nice feeling, like a miniature massage. It was making her lose her edge with the way he was speaking. It was odd that he was getting to her so quickly, but it wasn't about being logical in this sense. It was about sensuality and sexuality. In this moment, his sexuality was practically banging on her door to take notice and she wasn't going to deny him the thrill that would come with it. The way he was treating her was sweet and made her want to indulge his whims. She couldn't indulge all of them. She had to put discipline to work as well. As he nuzzled her stomach, she wanted to keep stroking his hair so she did, adding little sharp tugs to keep his attention.

"Ask me for permission."

It had a little bit of an edge to it when she spoke it, knowing he would respond. She was dying to hear him say please. She was shivering at the mere thought. It was just one of those words that lit a fire along every nerve-ending when someone said it in a sexual context. It made her so hot. She needed to hear it. She wanted him to ask her for everything he wanted her to allow him to do. She was humming with the energy to move and take and give. But would she? Or should she try to make him give everything he had to offer?
 
'When we ask for things, we say may. It's for permission.' That line...fucking got to him. Ever-blushing, Daniel nuzzled a bit more against her stomach, as if doing so could further hide his face. He was hers already. The moment she'd pointed that out, he felt both dumb for having to be corrected on his grammar, and completely willing to restate himself correctly. It was an embarrassing feeling, yet at the same time he felt he could put his trust in her. Maybe that fact took the sting of the embarrassment away.

What remained was just the enjoyable humility.

"May I...have permission?" Danny's hands drifted back to her hips. They didn't let up on the kneading, shifting between firmly gripping and gently holding back and forth while he thought on his words. "May I have permission to kiss you? All over...your belly, your chest...your lips." He shivered. "May I have permission to suck on your breasts? And to take off your shirt?" A slow, steady breath. "May I have permission to touch your body? Um, more than I am now, I mean." That summoned forth an amused smile; maybe he should have asked for that earlier.

Then, with a breath, "And may I-" He stopped. Chewing on the inside of his mouth a moment, Danny corrected himself, "When you're ready, may I please fuck the hell out of your pussy, Miss Danica?" God, just calling her that made him goddamn shiver.
 
She waited for him to get up the nerve to ask for the things he wanted. It was like a fire was crawling along her skin and waiting to get out as he knelt before her, hiding his blushing face like a child. But his eyes were practically glowing from the power he was handing over to her with his trust. It was almost instant, the change that slid across his big frame. She knew he was embarrassed - and she wasn't out to humiliate him - just show him how it could be. How wonderful it could be. How it was about her giving him what he needed rather than what he believed he wanted. His words made sigh inside, knowing she had to keep herself controlled but not indifferent. A flush had already spread over her skin from the pleasure he was giving her just by handing over the reins. She wanted to make this good for him. Hell, she wanted to make this great for him.

"First, you have to show me your dedication to this. Strip."

She ordered without pause, looking down at him while her face carefully controlled and blanked. Her eyes showed her amusement and want. When he called her Miss Danica, it made her shiver. She felt the way it affected him as well and it was a wonderful feeling knowing that she could give him this. That she could give him the things he didn't know he had wanted. Maybe he hadn't known that he liked to submit this much, but in her mind, it was always a struggle to figure out one's needs. However, he needed a spanking for his behavior. It wouldn't be a heavy punishment, but just to re-establish that he was giving her the power, that it was about trust and to also give him a safe word.
 
He wasn't sure what to think, what to feel. This was just all so different. It was all so foreign. There he was, knelt on the kitchen floor of his apartment, face buried against his friend's belly and palms timidly kneading at her lower back. He had asked for many things, Danny knew, and wondered if that sort of greed for her would be alright. He didn't know what he wanted. It was likely he wanted everything, all at once, but...more than that, what he could understand was that this trusting feeling developing between them right now was so new, so different. It was overwhelming. It was intoxicating. It...already, it made him feel like he might do just anything so long as he could hear Danica purr another 'good boy.'

Then came the order to strip.

Daniel didn't respond right away, in words nor in actions. His affectionate, nervous grip around her didn't loosen, but on that note it didn't tighten either. He just stayed there, knelt, heart rate quickening, eyes sober and wide. Had he...was that what she'd really said? Was she serious? A few seconds passed. With them it started to become clear that nothing else was happening. She was waiting on him. That first response eventually came in the form of his fingers crooking a bit harder into her hips and lower back, like a child clinging to his mother's skirt. It wasn't...what was the big deal? Get naked, Danny. Right? It was no different than having sex with someone normally, wasn't it? Only, there was something about doing it at her beckon, it was giving her that power...a power to look at him with a wicked glint and tell him to strip his clothes off whenever she wished, and to know that he would.

Did he want to give her a power like that?

...Just thinking about it made him shiver.

He was nervous to, and in his mind honestly wasn't sure if he should. The deciding factor came as it often did though, good decisions as well as bad, in the form of an erection straining against his pants. He'd been nursing a growing ache for a little bit now, and how he felt his sac oh so slightly tighten in the excitement of giving her this power, how he felt that newest shiver start at his shoulders and course the rest of the way through... It was undeniable. Eventually, finally, those hands unhooked from around Danica's waist, and Daniel brought himself to a slow, hesitant stand.

One thing he couldn't bring himself to do, if he were going to actually do this, is look her in the eyes. His were closed, nervously slow. Each breath that came was simple yet already bore a slight hitch to it. Fingers first went to his shirt where they toyed at the hem. That was a good, simply place to start, yeah? Yet he was soon to abandon it, reverting back to a kneel in front of her, choosing to begin with the unlacing of each shoe. When that was done he stood back up in front of the redhead and took turns stepping on each of his heels, holding each shoe in place one at a time as he stepped out of it, then brushing it aside with the side of his foot. This was repeated with his socks, Danny bunch up his toes and stepping on the fronts this time, using that to hold them in place as each foot stepped out. Did he not want to look silly, sitting on his butt to take them off in front of her? ...Maybe he just didn't want to be that much further away. Like a magnetic force, he'd barely removed himself from her body by inches yet. With his eyes closed, though, perhaps he could make believe, for just a minute, that she wasn't even there.

The belt came next. A slow, gradual unbuckle was followed by the leathery length pulling free from his waist, to then be dropped from his left hand. There was a slight clunk as the belt buckle hit the floor. Next, with a deep breath, were those tented pants. A quick unbutton and unzip saw the silver-gray fabric of his boxers peek out, but it wasn't until he decided to hold that breath when he pushed the pants down past his thighs that the small, dampened patch came into view. The pants bunched around his ankles at this point. At this point they were already forgotten about; at this point his mind was fixed to the strained boxers that he nervously knew were to come off too, as if they weren't embarrassing enough. His held breath passed, then replaced by another as Danny continued at a good pace, at this point wanting to get it over with lest he lose his nerve. Next came his shirt, the fingers back on its hem, traveling up its length of buttons. With each undone seal came a gradual show of the dark curls that decorated his chest; he was an average build, somewhat on the fit side but nothing excessive. This was the hardest piece to be rid of yet, as when his shoulders fell, when he allowed the shirt to slide from them and bunch to the floor, he felt very, very naked in front of his new-...in front of this woman.

But, God, he wasn't done yet. Another deep breath. Fingers hooked into the elastic waist of his silver-gray boxers. His knees bent, just a bit, and in one last, rapid motion, he shoved them to his knees to then be abandoned from touch, just like his pants. They fell to a bunch around his ankles as he stood up straight, thick cock decorated with a bed of dark curls. The tip glistened, silently begging her - for anything.

Why couldn't his lower lip stop quivering?
 
"Next time, you will strip as soon as the words are out of my mouth. You will learn that hesitation is rewarded with a punishment."

She said, watching him strip out of his clothes and revealing all the skin. He was muscular, but not overly built. He had a spattering of hair across his chest and down his stomach, which didn't really bother her. Some men were just hairier than others. She didn't bother to compare him to other men she had been with because it wasn't part of this. They weren't apart of this. It was just the two of them in this room. She had felt the loss of his body heat when he had stood up and it actually made her sad to lose it for a brief moment. But seeing his eyes closed, as if ashamed to strip, made her feel worse. She didn't want him to be ashamed. It wasn't about shame. She needed to teach him that. But he still did as she demanded and knew that he would be rewarded for it. Even if he didn't see it as a reward. It depended on what else he responded to. She'd had to find out as she went along. The belt was definitely a good starting point to figuring it out. A small blush sprouted on her cheeks from how thick and hard he was - and he still had his boxers on. The dampened patch showed that he'd been like that for awhile- and it made her heat up for him. Her nipples beaded at the thought of all that male power under her - and under her control.

But his lip quivering really got to her. He seemed so uncertain and afraid. It got to her on a different level, but soon she would fix it. She would make it better. As he stood there naked, she wanted to touch him and feel him under her fingers, but she didn't do that just yet. Instead, she found herself looking him over, taking in every inch. She had sure he saw the desire and approval in her eyes and posture. She wanted him, that much was clear, but sometimes the submissive didn't always see that. Danica found herself having to hold still until she moved up to him, cupping his face in her hands.

"You're such a good boy. You did very well listening to your first order."

She murmured, voice soft and soothing. She could see how unsettled he was and stroked his face gently, wanting him to see he was appreciated for giving her his power. That she would take care of him. She didn't kiss him yet or hold him with more than her hands, but she wanted to. However, she had to let him know that there were rules to be followed. She would only be slightly lenient with him because he hadn't ever experienced it like this, but he would learn how rewarding it could be. She stepped back from him for a moment and spoke again.

"Hand me your belt and then lean against the counter with your hands on top of it and your legs spread shoulder width apart."
 
He just stood there like that, frozen and nervous, aroused but unable to really think. Just breathing. It wasn't until he felt Danica's warm palms cup his jaw and cheeks, and until he heard her approval voiced through a soothing tone that he was able to relax. Or, he was able to relax enough for his lip to stop. Daniel wasn't sure why that had come about really. He wasn't sure of anything right now. He'd never felt so exposed, and that was without considering how rocky the friendship...relationship...whatever this was, between them.

There were those words again, the praise of being a good boy. Another shiver coursed through him, delectable as the last. Daniel's eyes slowly reopened. He found himself leaning into his newfound mistress' palms just the slightest bit as her slender, feminine fingers caressed his cheeks. The soft look on her face and in her eyes was comforting. That, mixed with Danica's voice, had him wanting to kiss or even tenderly nibble the fingers cupping him, with his heart racing just from the thought. Would that be alright? Was that breaking any rules? Did he have to ask permission to nuzzle? Even when he was already being touched?

But the second order was soon to come, and with it the staunch reminder of her still-fresh promise of punishment.

He spent only enough time to inhale a calm, courageous breath through his nose, still gazing into her eyes. Breaking from that, moving from the touch of her hands to his face, Daniel knelt down before her to retrieve the belt. ...Was that to be his punishment? He wasn't sure. Was he even allowed to inquire? Those wonderings aside, he strangely knew that it didn't matter; he wanted to please her, to be Miss Danica's good boy. The belt was handed over without meeting her gaze. That was at least a degree of embarrassment he could avoid. Yet, as he turned away from her his cock bobbed with the movement. The precum that fully coated its helmeted tip had never made him feel so exposed as it did now.

"I'm...I'm sorry, Miss Danica." Taking another breath, Daniel leaned forward, hands pressing to the counter. They then spread apart a bit. There wasn't any hesitation in his actions for her, though there was still some present n his voice. "I'm just nervous. I...I do want to be good, for you." Then his feet. He remembered she'd said shoulder's width apart, so he adjusted his stance with that in mind, sliding his arms further apart and finding a forward lean following it. While his chest and stomach bore a fair degree of dark curls to them, his back was relatively clear.

"I'll be better," his voice softly assured as his fingers gripped the countertop, crooking around its edge in anticipation.
 
Danica could see a multitude of thoughts pass over his face. Before he had been calm and collected and a tad bit cocky - but that was before she'd started ordering him around. She could see his need so clearly that it was like finding a chapter in a book on the first try. He needed to know that she didn't exactly blame him anymore - she blamed herself more than anything. He needed some closure like she did, but in the bedroom wasn't where either of them was gonna get it. It was a start though. As he handed her the belt, shaky and needy, she almost stopped all of it to let him know that it was okay. That he didn't have to be afraid. But she wasn't going to stop because it was what he needed - and maybe something she needed, too. However, she could reassure him that it wasn't about fucking with his mind or personality.

"This is about you giving me your trust and power. I can't have either of those without your consent. You need to entrust me with giving you the pleasure and safety you need. I won't hurt you, so you don't have to be afraid. And don't be afraid of what you want and need. I'm here to give those things to you. A punishment is to show disappointment - disappointment in that you are denying yourself and keeping yourself from your needs. You need to be confident in yourself. I will help you achieve those things."

She said, meaning every word as she held the belt and watched him set his body up. His apology made her sad, knowing that he was trying so hard to be what she expected. But she wasn't expecting as much as he thought. She wanted him to be more secure in himself and his desires. He wouldn't have submitted so easily if he hadn't wanted something like this for awhile. What she had expected was him to be sarcastic and snappy with her and be stubborn. Yet he was shy and hesitant, making her see how much more fragile he was than he let on. It almost broke her heart. She wasn't going to use the belt on him - yet - but she was going to punish him for his hesitance. Once he was set in his stance, she slid her hands gently up his back to reassure him that his body was attractive, his submission was attractive, and that she knew he would do better for himself.

"This is your first time. You're doing better than I thought you would. Remember, be secure in what you desire and allow me to give you what you need."

She kissed his shoulder before she pulled back, removing all contact until she pulled her hand back and spanked his ass. She didn't hit him too hard, but she hit him once at first to see how he reacted to it.
 
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