Ariana
While I am rummaging through my bag for what to wear, Liam walks into the closet with towel wrapped around his waist. He eyes me through out the entire process of retrieving clothes from my bag. I get out the dress he gave me the first night I spent at his suite. I couldn’t leave it behind. It looks so good on me and I think it would be the most appropriate one to wear since I am going to meet Liam’s grandma.
I let the towel fall off me to the floor and I pull a set of white panties on. Liam’s gaze doesn’t drop. Since he wants to watch, I will give him the show. I am nolonger afraid or shy infront of him. I like to show him my body because he has given me the confidence. He makes me feel beautiful and sexy, a feeling I never had for myself. I put on on a matching white bra and hook it while he watches.
“Are you just gonna stand there gawking mindlessly at me?” I ask while picking up my dress.
“I am rather enjoying my mindless gawk, Miss Manroe, if it doesn’t bother you,” he responds and then folds his hands infront of his chest. Till my eyes at him and his eyes narrow.
“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” he asks, and gasps in disbelief.
“What if I did? What are you going to do about it?” I ask, tempting him.
“You are challenging, as ever Miss Manroe, but I bet you know very well that I am the kind that never backs down from a challenge. If you are going to be such a mischievous girl then I will have to discipline you,” he says, his tone serious. I can’t believe him!
“You can’t do that! You are not my master,” I tell him and he approaches me slowly and stands just in front of me. He is so tall, hovering over me, making me look like a small person in front of him.
“You wouldn’t want to try me, Ariana Manroe. I have some good taste in BDSM and my dominant side is nothing compared to what I have shown you yet,” he tells me, his voice more like a warning. My eyes widen at his words and my jaw nearly drops to the floor.
“You are a dominant?” I ask, not believing the words myself. Liam is such a dominant in bed and the way he commands my body makes me feel his power over me. Could he really be?
“I have had some intensive training in master/submissive relationship. I have never taken up the trail to have a submissive serve me for a long time because I have never had any interest in keeping a woman in a relationship,” he replies.
Oh, I had no idea.
So that means… My spirits take a nose dive. I really don’t know why Liam doesn’t have the desire to keep a lasting relationship, could be his own personal reasons, but the thought of not standing a chance scares me.
Liam’s hand reaches my face and he lifts my chin so that I can look him in the eyes. If you want to be naughty, I can also deal with you, in my own way. Give you pain and pleasure, take your pleasure and make it mine. You would have to be mine, Ariana. A submissive should serve one master at a time,” he tells me. The thought of trying a BDSM relationship brings a bubble of excitement in my belly. It may sound frightening at the sound of it but I want to give it a try.
“Do you have a playroom?” I ask. I know somethings about the lifestyle. I have read a good number of novels about it.
“No,” he responds. “But I have a friend who does. Would you like to play?” His question catches me off guard.
“I don’t know about that,” I reply. He gives me a soft smile and let’s go of my chin.
“You would need training and I don’t think you are a born submissive anyway,” he tells me.
“What is that supposed to mean?” I inquire, trying to get the point.
“You know, training you into a submissive would be hard. Would you even want to?” he asks.
“I don’t know yet but if you want to train me, I could give it a thought. I like everything we do together. I would like to try a lot of new things with you,” I tell him, though I have had a lot of scaring things about the lifestyle, hardcore sex and pain… Lakm laughs, that’s when I realize I was frowning.
“Come-on, Ariana. Put on your dress. I think grandmother is here,” he tells me. Oh, I had forgotten about her, being distracted with this new information. I slip on my dress and get out of the closet to fix my hair and my look. I have every intention of impressing Liam’s grandmother. I wonder ifshe will like me. Liam said she will, but I don’t want to stand on his word. I wonder if he told her about me, but again, why would he? She was probably not feeling well or unconscious and it wouldn’t have made sense to tell her about me.
“Is there anything you can tell me about her that I need to know before I meet her?” I ask him.
“There is nothing special you need to know. She will be surprised to see you because she doesn’t know you are here. It will be a first for her,” he responds, and smirks.
“What do you mean?”
“I have never introduced any girl to her, ever! She is going to receive a shock of her life,” he says and then grins at me.
Oh, I don’t know how to feel about that. So she has never met any if the girls he has been with, because it would be necessary. They wouldn’t be part of his life the following day, anyway.
The truth about Liam being a sexual dominant is still roaming my mind. He is a Dom but he has never had interest to keep a submissive in a relationship. We have been together for some good time I can trust him with my body, to give me pleasure. I want to please him, that’s the essence of him being my master.
I give myself a proud pinch for having taken the interest of reading those novels though I never thought I would encounter something related to it in my future. I want to try it if it means being with Liam in a relationship, though a Dom/sub one.
“I will go check on her. You can come out whenever you are ready,” Liam tells me and gives me a swift kiss on my cheek before heading out of the room. I nod at him and look in the mirror. I am going to meet Liam’s only family. I take in a deep, calming breath, satisfied with the way I look. I walk out of the bedroom into the main living room.
“Here she is.” Liam stands from where he’s lounging on the couch.
His expression is warm and appreciative. The sandy-haired woman beside him turns and beams at me, a full megawatt smile. She stands too. She’s impeccably attired in a camel-colored fine knit sweater dress with matching shoes. She looks groomed, elegant, beautiful, and inside I die a little, knowing I look such a mess.
“Grandmother, this is Ariana Manroe. Ariana, this is Claire Hansley.”
Miss Hansley holds her hand out to me.
“What a pleasure to meet you,” she murmurs. If I’m not mistaken, there is wonder and maybe stunned relief in her voice and a warm glow in her hazel eyes. I grasp her hand, and I can’t help but smile, returning her warmth.
“Miss Hansley” I murmur.
“Call me Claire,” she grins, and Liam frowns. “So how did you two meet?” She looks questioningly at Liam, unable to hide her curiosity. Then I remember the disgraceful way I met Liam. Oh, crap!
“We met at the hotel I am staying in. Ariana was having a party with her friends for ending college,” Liam, responds making it sound nice.
“Oh. So you have finished college?” she asks, bemused.
“I am graduating this week,” I tell her.
“That’s good news. Congratulations in advance,” she says.
“Thank you,” I say.
Liam watches us quietly. Hector appears from… where? He walks to Liam and gives him a silent message. Liam nods back and Hector leaves. How does this work? The two of you then look like spying detectives when they do that silent communication.
“I am going to have to excuse myself. I need to make a call. If you are done talking, you can go to the dinning room. Breakfast will be served soon,” Liam says and then walks away into his study.
“Always busy,” I hear the old lady sigh and then turn her attention to me.
“Liam never told me he had company,” she tells me. “He looks jovial. Keep doing your magic,” she whispers the last words making me laugh. She smiles along.
“I will, Miss Hansley… erm Claire,” I mumble.
“It’s okay, use whatever makes you comfortable,” she gives me a reassuring smile. I have already started to like her.
“So how are you feeling now?” I ask.
“Am fine. It’s just one of my usual episodes. Liam was too worried. He is always over protective.”
“He was really worried about you. He cares so much about you.”
“He does. I am glad he is now focusing on his own happiness,” she says, giving me the look that makes me realize that it is me that she is talking about. My heart falters in my chest.
“He might be stubborn sometimes but he has a very tender heart. He is a lovable man if you understand him,” she adds. She holds my hands in her and looks down at them.
“I can see it in his eyes that he has this peculiar interest in you, it gives me hope. Please, don’t break his heart,” she says. I can understand where she is coming from. I can not break his heart of he is not investing it in me. He doesn’t want a relationship.
“I will put that in mind, ma’am,” I tell her, to give her reassurance. She single handedly raised Liam to become the man he is. I would understand if she wants what is best for him.
“I hope my little speech hasn’t scared you. Please stay around for long. I want him to finally settle and build his happiness,” she winks. I am overwhelmed by the feeling, knowing that this woman considers me as part of Liam’s happiness. He is a strong man. It is not like he is selfdistractive or something, why would his happiness depend on me?