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Eventually, he led me upstairs to his bedroom, which I had never seen before. But when I walked in, it was just him. I can't describe it, but you know how you walk into a place and you just know the person that it belongs to?

You can just feel them in every color choice, in every piece of furniture, in every little knick-knack. That was it. My Dom knows his own mind, he knows who he is, and he's comfortable with it.

And that room was such a representation of that. I immediately felt even more comfortable. One thing that didn't match, though, was the scent.

The room was fairly masculine, and by fairly I mean quite, but the air held the faint scent of lilacs and roses. Not what you'd expect in a room like this. And then I realized, those scents weren't about him, they were for me.

Lilacs and roses were my favorite scents. My apartment always smelled like lilacs because those are the candles that I burned, and I had a rose-scented air freshener in my car. And when he'd commented on both, I'd told him, only once, that they were my favorite scents.

And he remembered. He wanted the room to be comfortable for me. He wanted me to feel at ease.

He wanted things that made me want to be there. I relaxed even more, and the stampede in my stomach seemed to settle down quite a bit. He'd made the bed.

He was the type of person who I'm pretty sure made his bed every day anyway, but the sheets were different. I remembered him telling me that he liked luxurious sheets, silks, satins, things that made him feel like a king. But that's not what was on the bed.

The bed was made in soft summer cotton, again, a choice made for me. Those were the types of sheets I liked, very, very soft and very cool against my skin. They were blue, not just any blue, but blue like the ocean.

The ocean is my calm place. It's where I go to unwind, to feel better, to make sense of life. And he picked the perfect color.

That bed made me think of sinking into the water and letting it melt away all my troubles. The amount of forethought in this evening was mind-boggling. He kissed me again, and he started to undress me.

He was quite happy that I'd followed his instructions, commenting on how good I smelled, how beautiful I was with no makeup, my hair just loose and wild. And I felt more special and more precious and more beautiful than I'd ever felt in my life in that moment. That's the effect he was already having on me.

When I was naked, things started to turn, and not in a bad way. He stepped back, and he told me to remove his clothing. The look on his face was hungry, almost carnal as he looked at me, as he took in every inch of my naked body.

And he wasn't shy about it. His tone changed. He went from sweet and what I can only call normal now to authoritative, deeper.

He was in charge, and he was letting me know it. But he was no less sensual. He was more so, in fact.

And every part of me burned. I had to take a deep breath and stop my hands from shaking before I could do as I was told. And I had to get that thought through my head.

Do as I was told. I wasn't the type of person that did what people told me to do. That's not who I was.

That's not the type of life I led. In fact, it was the complete opposite. But I wanted to.

I wanted to follow his instruction, to the letter. I wanted to please him.