Thread: Wandering in the Night [RA and Chanti]

RE Never Alone RA and Chanti Blaine's eyes kept steady focus on Leah's gaze, but out of the corner of his eyes he watched her hands. They were always moving, he noticed - running over the condensation of the water glass, slowly turning the glass in her hands. He wondered if it was merely something to do to calm the nerves, or if that was something she liked to do in general. And just as quickly, Blaine also wondered what Leah would do if he took away that ability with something as simple as a pair of handcuffs. The corner of his mouth twitched at that thought, and he liked it. Leah had more layers than most of the women he had met with so far. Many of them had been experienced subs, and they knew what they wanted they looked him straight in the eye and almost demanded a cut-and-dry experience, or believed they already knew what Blaine could offer. Leah, on the other hand, was a process a give-and-take that was slowly building. Unconsciously, Blaine was already investing himself into it - and then Leah surprised him. He paused, eyebrows shooting up when she offered her own place of residence instead of merely asking for logistics, or even a hotel which was the usual meeting grounds for Blaine. It took him only a small moment to recover. Your place is fine, Blaine replied. I'll get up when you get up for work, that won't be an issue for me. Really, it was quite lucky. Experience allowed him to stock up on the excuses for why they couldn't use his home - renovations, it was too far away from the city, had just moved. Lying wasn't the ideal way of starting off a Domsub relationship, and he was grateful when Leah unintentionally gave him that out. The other surprise was a blush. Once again Blaine was fighting to hide his amusement as he saw the pink spread across her face, taking a page out of Leah's book by reaching for his own water glass. It was cute. The color added to the brightness of her eyes, and highlighted her innocence in a way that Blaine enjoyed. Already, he could see himself working with her, and wondered how he would begin to build that trust. Answering questions was always a solid step. Thankfully, the waiter had stopped by at just the right time Blaine thought his answers over while he idly ordered himself a Chicken Parmesan. By the time the waiter disappeared to the back kitchen Blaine's hands were resting on the table again, fingers laced loosely. Neat and composed, matching a similarly careful face. I have had four submissives before, he replied. At first, his words were even and easy. And never at the same time - I only work one-on-one. The first partnership was for almost a year, during which I learned a lot about both the culture and what it means to be a good Dom. His lips twitched at that. Really, he had almost been the submissive in that situation his sub had done a lot to show him the ropes. The others were for varying length, but two ended fairly quickly because we were not as compatible as would be ideal for either party. The departure was mutual and respectful. And I ended the other partnership due to complications. Blaine's eyes dropped as he mentioned the last submissive while he shifted. His tone was carefully neutral, but he quickly led into the second question as he settled himself in again - his eyes flicked back to Leah's, and he smiled. There will be rules, yes. There are a few that I have in general, and ask every sub to adhere to. For instance, I ask that every sub try to complete every task I give them, no matter what. Feeling insecurity or anxiety is okay - that we can work through, together - but disobedience is not. I'll never demand for a task that I believe you cannot do. Also, I ask that every sub will be 100 truthful with me and with themselves. What I can offer will be severely diminished if you hide what you like, don't like, or how you feel from me. A playful smirk slide onto his features, and Blaine added almost teasingly, As for the other rules...You will have to discover for yourself, if you are interested. His fingers unlaced themselves so he could cross his arms onto the table, leaning in slightly. I'll ask the same question - what are you expectations of me? Or what would you like me to know about you?