Carson Evolved Ch. 02

She stood up and made to move towards the door but paused before exiting. She turned to him briefly and softly said, "I love you, Carson. I wanted to love you for loving Mara. I hoped I would love you for loving Mila. But somewhere along the way, I found that I needed to love you for loving me." Then she turned and walked out of the room.

Carson settled back onto the little couch, his erection throbbing. He could have willed it away, but its presence reminded him of the sexy woman who'd just declared her love for him.

It had been a long day, full of surprises, and Carson was feeling the effects. He walked out of the library, shutting off lights as he made his way towards the wing that housed the residents' bedrooms. Turning the final corner into the hall outside the room he'd always stayed in, he was surprised to find Mila kneeling in the middle of the floor. She was wearing a black, satin and lace bustier, a tiny thong that barely covered her pubic mound, and sheer black stockings. She'd obviously showered and done her hair and makeup since dinner. She was absolutely stunning and the erection that had begun to subside immediately sprung to life again.

He had a feeling that he knew what she was doing, so he walked slowly to stand before her. She maintained her gaze on the floor in front of her. He stood there before her, not moving, not speaking, for at least a minute. She had discipline, that's for sure. He didn't know much about dominating women, though. As soon as the thought passed through his mind, images and texts displaying techniques for safely dominating a woman began to fill his thoughts. He'd forgotten about the nanites, but he assumed that they interpreted his lack of knowledge as a request for skills. Suddenly, he felt like he had a pretty good handle on just how to give her what she wanted.

He knelt before her and said, "Look at me."

"No, sir."

"If you don't look at me, I'm going to have to punish you. I don't want to punish you. I want to love you. Now look at me." He growled and walked away, taking the opportunity to empty his bladder.

He came back and knelt before her. He looked at her and said, "Tell me what you want."

"I want to give myself to you, sir."

"What does that mean to you?" He was curious, since the research he'd downloaded indicated that there were many levels of submission and dominance.

"Sir, I want you to own me, to use me for your pleasure. I want to be the one that fulfills your every request."

"Mmhmm. Any request?"

"I...Sir...I want to do everything for you, and only you. I'm not into pain, and I've only had anal sex once with someone who was much smaller than you. But, other than that, I want to experience what you want to experience with me."

"What if what I want is to make love to my wife as an equal partner, a precious gift in my life?"

For the first time since they'd started talking, Mila's eyes met his. There was a little fire in them. "I give myself to you because we are equal. You would never abuse me. Your every expression is love to me. I will take what you give me because you love me. And you will take me because I love you."

He smiled. "My sweet, sweet Mila. You and your sister may look alike on the outside, but you are so very different on the inside. I accept what you offer on one condition: You must always be honest and vocal with me. If I do something you don't like, tell me. If I do something you do like, tell me. You are precious to me, and I want to do this because I love you. Do you promise?"

She smiled broadly and said emphatically, "Yes, Sir."

"Now," he said, standing up, "which room are you staying in?"

She looked at him quizzically. "Sir?"

"Yes?"

"I thought...tonight I could stay in your room."

"For the moment, I think I'd like to keep my wives separate. There may come a time when we feel free to play together. But, especially since this is our first time together, I'd like to be alone with you."

She still didn't understand. "Why wouldn't we be alone together in your room, Sir?"

"Mara's asleep in there, isn't she?"

Understanding dawned on her face. "Sir, that's not your room. Well, it is your room in the sense that you own it. But you sleep in the master's quarters." It hadn't even dawned on him that as the head of the household, he'd have the master bedroom suite.

"Where are Thurston and your mother sleeping, then? For that matter, where is Sam sleeping?"

"Sam is there, and Mom and Dad have moved into the second bedroom, down there." Carson realized for the first time that while the master bedroom came off the same hallway as the others, it was farther down the wing in a more isolated position. He'd never given it much thought before.

"Huh. Okay then. Well, if you're spending the night with me, you're way overdressed. By the time I get to my bed, you better be naked and kneeling next to it. Otherwise, you go back to your room as punishment for not following orders."

Mila's eyes got big and she tore off down the hall, trying to work whatever straps and fasteners she could while hurrying to her master's chambers. Carson watched her go with a little chuckle. He had academic knowledge of being a dominant, but he knew he had a lot to learn about his submissive wife. He whistled a little tune as he strolled after her, turning out the hall light before closing his bedroom door.

The sight of his former sister-in-law kneeling beside his bed, nude, surprised him. She may have been his first wife's identical twin, but he'd never seen Mara like this. Mila was not only naked. She was sitting on her heels, her knees spread wide, her prominent pussy lips firmly on display since she was shaved completely smooth. Her fingers were laced behind her head, and her back was arched slightly, pushing her tits out. Her nipples were fat bullets that made his mouth water. Even from several feet away, Carson could smell her arousal.

He smiled and thought to himself, This is going to be a lot of fun. Aloud, he said, "Very good my dear. Very good." He began walking towards her, unfastening his belt as he went.