I am waiting for Alyssa to come to my place. She wanted to go home first before getting an overnight bag. This gave me a chance to start dinner for us. I'm glad we sorted things out. I sometimes let my temper get the better of me, but it's nothing compared to what it used to be. I used to get into a lot of fights, break things, and punch holes in the walls. It was the only way I knew how to release my anger until I discovered BDSM. I still have my moments, but nothing like it was back then.

I had the salmon cooking, the vegetables steaming, and the rice in the rice cooker. I told her to dress pretty, and we'd have a date. Yes, at my place, but still a date. I will start taking her out on proper dates when I'm ready, and when she's ready too, and things are going more smoothly between us. Things are different when we're in public.

I hear a knock at my front door. I gave her the code to get into the building. I wipe my hands and rush to answer it. I open the door and smile. She has a long coat on, so I don’t know what she has on underneath. Her hair is down in waves. She does have a little makeup on, but only mascara and lipstick. I prefer her more natural look.

“Hello, beautiful,” I smile, kissing her before stepping aside to let her in.

“Hello, handsome,” she coos.

I lock the door behind us. We are locked in for the night, and we have no reason to leave. I take her coat off to hang it up. It is only then that I see what she has on. She has a pretty red dress on. It has thin straps and stops mid-thigh. I turn her to face me, wanting a better look at the front. It’s low-cut and hugs those perfect curves.

I lick my lips as I take her in. “You go out in that dress?” I ask.

“It’s the first time I’ve worn it. I’ve had it for a while but haven’t had an occasion to wear it. Why?” she asks.

I pull her against me. “I like that I am the only one who has seen you in such a sexy dress,” I rasp, dancing my fingers over the curves of her hips.

She moans softly, “Mmm, yes, only you…”

I can’t stop myself and press my lips to hers. Her arms come around my neck, and she kisses back. I groan, swatting her ass. “Don’t get me started, sweetness, not until after dinner,” I mumble the words into the kiss.

She giggles, “You started it.”

“No, you did when you walked in with this sexy little thing on. You set my hormones alight,” I growl.

“Pretty, yes, but you decided on sexy. Tell me, did you choose this dress on purpose to tease me?”

She bites on her lower lip. “No, Sir. It’s the only nice dress I have.”

I am not sure if I believe her or not, but I nod.

“Come. We can take your things to my room.”

I didn’t plan on letting her spend the night when I first told her I wanted her to come over, but I changed my mind. She knows about my nightmares; there’s no reason for me to make her go home after our night together. I take her bag from her and use my free hand to link our fingers, leading her upstairs. I notice her eyes falling on the mysterious door; I should have known that would be her reaction when we passed it.

“Are you still going to let me see it tonight?” I ask.

“I haven’t decided yet. I will see how you behave for the rest of the night,” I smirk.

She puffs and pouts at me. “Meanie,”

I smirked, not saying another word, and we entered my bedroom. I set her bag on the bottom of the bed, taking everything out of it. I placed her sleepwear on the bed and hung her clothes up. The last thing I took out was her underwear.

“I didn’t take you as a thong type of girl,” I say, holding the black lace thong up.

“I don’t tend to wear them often,” she shrugs.

“What type of underwear do you own the most?”

She looks at me strangely when I ask, “Um, you’ve seen my underwear more than once. Why ask such a question?”

I put her underwear away. I turned to her, “Because I want to take you shopping for some which you can keep here. I have a certain taste in underwear.”

“I have a mix,”

“Okay. We can go shopping this weekend. You need lingerie, too. Do you like to dress up?”

“I haven’t done it often,” she answers honestly.

“We will change that,” I state firmly. It isn’t only for my benefit. Yes, I love it. I love to make my subs play dress-up for me. It is also good for them. It’s a good way to make them feel good, sexy, and confident.

“Yes, Sir. I can do that,” she says brightly.

“I will look forward to it,” I groan.

I put her bag away and bring her to me, kissing her roughly. She kisses back in the same manner. I hesitantly part from it because I need to keep an eye on dinner.

She whimpers at our loss of contact. “I don’t want to burn dinner. After we have had our food, we can continue.”

Alyssa rocks nervously on her heels. “Can we play?”

“How would you like to play?” I ask.

“I’m not sure. You are the expert,” she whispers, chewing her inner cheek.

“Yes, we can play. You have a lot to learn and experience.”

Her entire face lights up. Her eyes go wide, and excitement fills them.

“You really are curious, aren’t you?”

She nods. “Yes. I wouldn’t have said yes to you if I weren’t.”

After she started doing her research, everything piqued her interest. That is what I wanted, though. I know if she started looking into it, she would start to wonder. It is better than her completely rejecting me. It would have been torture seeing her at work every day and not being able to do what I wanted to her.

“True. I will have you as my perfect little sub in no time, gorgeous.” I wink and hop her nose.

She wriggles her nose, blushes, and giggles nervously. I kiss her forehead before slipping my arm around her, and we head back down for dinner. I know I will be thinking of all the naughty things I want to do to her while we eat. I need to make sure it doesn’t distract me too much, and I end up dragging her upstairs before we finish. She needs to eat and keep her strength up. I need to keep my strength up. I haven’t yet decided what I will do to her tonight, but I will make sure we have a lot of fun, whichever I choose. I am curious about what limits I can push.