Chapter 1: Charis takes control
Charis gently collapsed onto the gleaming white marble floor of the Burswood apartment, her warm breaths sending ripples of static through the knitted fibers of the plush, ankle-length cream kimono draped around her. Her breasts, ached for relief after the end of another rain-soaked runs through Burswood's picturesque gardens. She tilted her head back, facets of her knotted scalp caressing the cool-to-the-touch surface of the marble.
Nathan's footfalls echoed through the open-plan kitchen, nearing her as she heard the clicking of a wine bottle opener, and the pop of the cork as it released. The sounds were sweetly musical to her ears, because she knew it meant the start of something wildly exciting.
The lazy smirk on Nathan's face was genuine as he handed her the glass of wine, "To new experiences?" He said.
"And to the end of boredom," she added.
Their glasses clinked with a soothing musicality, and she reveled in the taste of the red wine as it glided down her throat, leaving a trail of lush warmth behind.
Nathan's face was etched with a blend of excitement and fear, and it awoke a sinful hunger within Charis.
"Nathan," she whispered, placing her wine glass on the nearby table with a soft thud. "From now on, I will be in control. No more vanilla. No more submission. I want us to take this as far as it can go, and I want to lead the way."
He looked at her, a range of emotions coursing across his features as he stammered, "Charis, I-I don't know if I can handle it. I mean, I enjoy it, but-"
"No more 'buts,' Nathan," she interrupted, reaching out to touch his hand. "This is about trust, desire, and unleashing that secret fantasy of yours that you've had for so long. I want this.
I want to feel every part of it, I want to become the expert at this game we're playing. Just like you're becoming the expert at fulfilling my deepest desires." Charis's words were hot and heavy in the air, sending a shiver down Nathan's spine. She stood up, swaying gently with the influence of the wine, the silk of her kimono whispering as she closed the distance between them.
Nathan was silent, his pupils dilated and stunned for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing with a gulp.
"Yes, Charis," Nathan finally managed to reply, his voice strained with anticipation.
His body was tense with uncertainty but desire rippled from his every pore as he received her approval. She knew how to elicit reactions from him that tested his fortitude against succumbing to primal need. And since they agreed to dip their toes into eccentric sexual roles, they had both upped the ante.
.
And with Charis leading now, she knew exactly where her sights were set.
Tonight would be about setting the pace, testing limits, and bringing the cuckold lifestyle they had been experimenting with to a new level.
Charis ran her fingers through Nathan's neatly-groomed hair as they sat on the Burswood apartment's luxurious couch, wine glasses in hand. "Nathan," she purred, watching his eyes glaze over in longing. "You know that tonight, I am in charge."
Nathan hesitated but eventually nodded, "I know, Charis."
"And that means no sex between us. Not now, not tonight," she added firmly.
The look of surprise in Nathan's green eyes was palpable. "What? Why?"
Charis sighed, "It's important for you to understand, Nathan. You've been the one in control for so long, and you've gotten used to it. This is about me learning to embrace and revel in my newfound sexual power, and you getting to experience the thrill of watching me do so.
It's about your ultimate fantasy, Nathan - to see me with other men. And I want that too. But not tonight."
Nathan frowned, "But Charis, I'm already on edge. I've been thinking about this all day. Do I really have to wait?"
"Yes, you do," she replied matter-of-factly. "Sex between us will not happen tonight. I've made arrangements, and you need to accept this divorce from prudish submission, Nathan."
Her tone was unrelenting, and it excited Nathan.
"Okay, Charis," he said, taking a deep, resigned breath. "You're the boss."
"Good boy," she praised, patting his head before standing up and swaying towards the window, looking out at the cityscape.