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Kelrec was sitting in her office as they finished their weekly meeting with Vance. They met regularly on fridays at the end of the school day. Catching him up on the progress of their student and discussing how the two schools were getting along with each other. Him catching them up on the federation business that was relevant to their schools.
She moved over to the gramaphone and pulled out a record with soft music. He watched as she cranked it and slowly lowered the needle. He’d always wondered where she’d found it. Yet afraid to ask. Knowing it was already nearly a thousand years old when she was born.
He watched her as she made him what he would deem a decent cup of tea while she made her coffee. Admiring the way her black turtleneck clung to her upper body and the way her black slacks displayed her legs to perfection. Did she know what she did to the men around her ? It seemed as if she were oblivious to her body.
He, however, was not oblivious. He wished he was. Wished he could ignore her affects on him. He couldn’t help imagining her petite body in his bed. Wild blond hair flowing over his pillows. Nude body stretching like a graceful cat. Her smile inviting him closer.
He couldn’t stop himself from wondering is she was the submissive slow and sensual kind of woman in bed who would give up control to her lover or if she was the type who was explosive and dominant. Preferred to be in control.
He would be quite happy with either. I liked being the one in control. Preferred it. Yet after their typical fights, it just might be enjoyable fighting for control in bed. It surprised him that he was privately admitting that to himself. A fellow cadet had once told him that it was fun fighting for control in bed. As long as your chosen lover enjoyed it both ways.
He’d never wanted a woman as much as he wanted Nahla Ake. He had an occasional on again off again “friends with benefits” but the woman knew it was really Nahla he wanted. Just as he knew there was a man she really wanted. That she was waiting for.
He blinked when she cursed in pain. He stood and walked to her to see what was wrong. He somehow managed not to laugh when he realized she’d burned herself with hot tea. He took her hand and examined her wrist as he frowned down at her.
“You should be more careful, Nahla.”
“Awe. Didn’t know you cared, Kelrec”
“Neeren.”
“What ?”
“Call me Neeren…”
He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers tenderly. He smiled slightly when she didn’t pulled away from him. He drew her into his arms and kissed deeply. Coaxing her lips to part for him as he eyes drifted shut. Her hand slid up his arms and up into his hair. She broke the kiss and spoke softly.
“Tighter, Neeren.”
“What ?”
“I like to be held tightly. In everything.”
“What do you mean, Nahla ?”
“I’m sensory, Neeren. It’s what caused my son’s father to leave. He got tired of it. I’m needy. Being held tight by someone grounds me.”
“Is that why I saw him hugging you for so long the day after the Miyazaki ?”
“Yes. I’ve always found someone around me that I could trust not to say anything. Currently that someone is Lura.”
“What about Reno. Her partner.”
She laid her cheek against his chest and listened to his heartbeat as he arms tightened around her. She smiled softly as she spoke. The soft music filling the room around them.
“Jett knows. She knows I’m interested in Lura’s friendship only. That I don’t swing that ways as they used to say on Earth.”
“He was a fool.”
“Who ?”
“The man who fathered your son. All you wanted was to be held like this. Held tightly. It’s a simple thing and I’m rather enjoying it.”
She lifted her head and pulled him down to kiss her. Kissing him slowly and deeply. Part her lip gel for him when he pushed his tongue into her mouth and turned the deep loving kiss into a hungry possession. Taking the control that she willingly gave up.
After long years of being a Captain, Nahla knew the value of giving up control to a lover she trusted. Becoming the submissive and just feeling what her lover did to her. There was freedom in submission to a trusted lover. A true Dominant treated his or her Submissive like treasure. Understood the gift of that trust placed in them. The trust that no harm would come to them when they played.
“Zeeren…”
“Yes, Nahla ?”
“Can you be what I need ? Really ?”
“I certain. What is it you need ?”
“I like to give in.”
“What ?”
“Give up control to my lover. It’s been a long time since there was a man I trusted. I learned in my 20s that there can be freedom in submission.”
“I will do anything you ask of me, Nahla. Except anal and violence. I refuse those two things…”