Laila’s Training, Chapter Two: The Arrangement [Mf][Dom/sub][Dirty Talk][Setup Chapter][Hypnosis]

An hour later, the two sat in silence on opposite ends of Laila’s bed. Not looking at one another aside from an occasional glance, and not saying a word. Neither had changed or re-dressed. The cum had long since dried, leaving smeared stains across clothes and skin alike.

Caiman was at a loss. Every time he could think of anything to say, the words froze in his throat. Just looking at her after that had become a strenuous task. Granted, part of that could’ve been from the lack of clothes. With every glance, his eyes were called to shift elsewhere. The temptation to let them linger on those places was powerful, and he caught himself from staring too long at her softened length on multiple occasions. Not something easily done.

He’d not touched her at all during the impromptu nap. Even on the few occasions he attempted to wriggle out from under her. Attempts that were ended when Laila wrapped her arms around his chest.
Of course, that didn’t change anything. Laila had rushed off him the minute she woke up, probably from the memory of what happened to make her pass out. She’d climbed onto the bed, but didn’t tell him to leave. As a result, Caiman had gotten up too. His spot was a good distance away from Laila, well out of arm’s reach for either of them.

*I should probably just go*, he thought. He already figured how this would play out. Maybe his memory could be salvaged just a little by walking out now.

As he stood up, though, Caiman heard her calling to him.

“Caiman.”

He didn’t turn around. Not yet. Not after what happened.

“Y-Yeah?”

“. . . . Could you sit back down?”

Caiman did so without another thought, though still avoided turning around.

“I wanted to talk. . . . About what happened.”

His throat tightened. Here it came. She wouldn’t want to talk to him ever again. Hell, she’d probably mention moving out. Caiman fought back tears as he nodded for her to go ahead.

“I’m. . . . I’m sorry.”

“Y-You don’t have to apologize,” He said.

“Yes,” She continued. “I do.”

“I’d be upset too, if someone bust in on me like that. I, um, understand if you-”

“What? What are you talking about?”

Caiman raised an eyebrow, though the gesture would’ve been lost on Laila from this angle.

“Me coming in here? If I hadn’t done that, you wouldn’t have. . . Done that. You know?”

There was silence for a moment, then Laila replied:

“Well, yeah, I guess, but still. I didn’t mean to pin you like that. And then, um. . .”

“But I shouldn’t have been peeping,” He continued. “I just came upstairs for. . .”

Caiman’s sentence trailed off as he thought of what to say. Admitting he was coming to ask her out probably wouldn’t help things, but all the other reasons he could think of weren’t good excuses to just come in.

“Look, the point is, I shouldn’t have come in here. And I totally get it if you hate me now, or something.”

“But I don’t hate you.”

His eyes widened. She didn’t? If that was a joke, it was a cruel one.

“You. . . Don’t?”

“Could you turn around?” She asked. “It’s a little hard to have this conversation with the back of your head.”

No, but it had made him more comfortable. Problem being, of course, he had to discern everything from Laila’s tone. Her voice was so calm, Caiman didn’t know whether to be relieved or panic more. He wouldn’t know for sure from turning around, but it was better than sitting like this. Hesitantly, he rotated to face Laila.

She didn’t look upset. Or, if she was, a warm, if awkward, smile was an odd way to show it.

“There. Better?”

Caiman gave a little nod.

“Okay. So no, man, I don’t hate you. And in a weird way, it’s kinda flattering to see you look at me that way.”

Her cheeks reddened. Caiman was glad for his dark skin tone, so she couldn’t see his do the same.
“Guess I should probably explain, huh?” She asked.

“Not if you don’t want to. I mean, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Laila waved him off.

“It’s fine, Cay. I’m fine talking about it a little. I think we’ve both got some talking to do, honestly.”
That he could agree with. Laila was owed more of an apology than he was. She deserved to hear him say it.

“Okay,” He said. “But still, I’m sorry for snooping. I should’ve left once I saw you were. . . Busy.”
Laila chuckled.

“Yeah. Busy.”

There were better words for it, but Caiman was glad to hear her laugh a little. It meant to him that things weren’t entirely beyond repair.

“I just heard a noise and wanted to figure out what was going on.”

“Yeah,” Laila replied. “Makes sense, I guess. The thing I was listening to, you saw it, right?”

Again, Caiman gave a reluctant nod. They were going to be honest with one another. His nerves still feared telling Laila everything, but she at least got to hear those kind of details.

“It’s. . . I’ve been going to these appointments in town on my days off,” She said. “Nohing really medical, just something to do during the day. They’re with this doctor, Anton Cawsh. . . No, that’s not how you pronounce it. Kodge-ear? Doctor Anton, we’ll say.”

*Would go a ways to explain why I haven’t seen her around much*, Caiman thought.

“Anyway, he’s a professional hypnotist. And I’ve been undergoing this. . . Service that he offers, because I’m interested in this kind of thing.”

While shocked would’ve been too strong a word to use, Caiman WAS stunned. Not about the existence of a hypnotist offering that sort of thing. Terry Creek was just the home for someone with interests like that. No, the part which left him reeling was Laila confessing her interest. Hypnosis wasn’t the strangest kink Caiman had ever heard of, but it was up there.

“And. . . So he sends you this stuff to listen to? And it works?” He asked.

“Well, whenever I can’t come into his office that week. I think he sees a lot of other people in town, so the audio tracks are basically homework.”

Caiman was dumbfounded. Somehow, finding out Laila was into that kind of thing was more shocking than catching her in the act. He was willing to believe in its validity, and even had the stains to prove it, but this was quite a bombshell for his best friend to drop.

“You think it’s weird,” Laila said, sounding deflated.

“No, no! It’s not. . . . Okay, yeah, it is a little. But hey, it makes you happy, right?”

She nodded again, the blush receding in her cheeks. For the first time that day, Caiman managed a genuine smile.

“Okay. Well, promise you won’t tell anyone?”

“Of course, dude!”

Laila let out a sigh, big enough she’d probably been holding it most of their conversation. Caiman let out his own, though his hands were still shaky in anticipation. There was her explanation out of the way. That left the toughest part still left to go.

“And you’re not made about me tackling you like that?”

“I mean. . . Oh, man, no. No, I’m not gonna say it,” Caiman said. Even with the red in his cheeks already obscured, he couldn’t help covering his face.

“What? Come on, Cay, you can tell me.”

He sighed again, followed by a groan of embarrassment muffled by his hands. He had to say it. He HAD to.

“It’s just that, when you were tied up AND when you were on top of me. . . Well, it looked pretty good, okay? And it felt good.”

They both were blushing again, now. Caiman could now see Laila go through what he’d been; making an honest effort to not look him up and down, or let her eyes fix on any part of his body but the eyes.

“You. . . You did?”

“Y-Yeah. I’m sorry, was that weird to say? It was totally weird to say.”

“No!”

Laila almost lunged for him again, blurting out that denial. Caiman moved back just in case she did, though he doubted it would happen again.

“It’s. . . It’s actually sweet. You know, in kind of a weird way.”

“Did you enjoy it?” He asked.

Laila didn’t answer immediately. It was hard to tell from her face if she was deciding whether to answer, or how to do so.

“Yeah,” She said finally. Laila paused for another moment, then looked into Caiman’s eyes.

“Did you want to do that again?”

Caiman’s jaw dropped open. That couldn’t be a joke. He prayed to God it wouldn’t be a joke. He would’ve given anything to do that again!

“Y-Yeah! I mean, if you want to,” He said, trying to at least remain calm outwardly.

“Um. . . Yeah, that would be nice,” Laila nodded her head. “I mean, I’ve been trying to, uh. . .”

She trailed off, and Caiman scooted closer to her on the bed. Things being a little more calm now, there wasn’t any reason to sit so far away.

“Trying to what?” He asked.

Laila looked up at him, crystal blue eyes melting Caiman from the inside out. They were so warm, but something else mingled with it. They never stayed on his face, shooting to other areas in the room rather than look forward.

“Well. . . I’ve been looking for someone else to help with my training.”

She paused, and before Caiman raised an eyebrow, said:

“What I’m doing with the hypnosis audio. It’s supposed to make me more willing to be submissive in bed.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Yeah. . . So, I guess what I’m saying is, do you want to? Help me, I mean.”

It was like being told he’d just won the lottery. Caiman wanted to scream out for joy, to jump up and down like he was a kid at Christmas. Though his hands began to shake, he managed to simply smile at his best friend.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’d love to help!”

Laila’s cheeks turned a beet red. She gripped tight to both of Caiman’s still shaking hands, smiling just as wide as he did.

“Okay! That’s amazing!”

She took another deep breath in an effort to settle herself. They both seemed to shake with enough excitement that it was a wonder the bed didn’t vibrate.

“Okay. Then, um. . . I guess that makes me your sub now. . . Master.”

The word ran goosebumps down Caiman’s back. He could feel himself harden again at the thought of hearing it more, a fact quickly noticed by Laila. Her hand pressed against the bulge in his pants, caressing along the peak of his manhood.

“Ugh. Wish I didn’t have to go to work in a few hours. We’d start now~” She cooed. “I bet you’d like that, huh, Cay~? To have me on top of you for real~?”

“Yeah,” Caiman answered. “That would be great, huh?”

Her hand left him, slowly, and Laila stood from the bed.

“It would~ But, groceries aren’t gonna buy themselves.”

*Starting to wish they would*, he thought.

“I’m gonna wash real quick before I try to get in a nap. I don’t know how, but I’m a mess~”

Laila winked at Caiman as she walked off to the bathroom. Though he hated to see her go, it did give an opportunity to stare at her perfectly ample ass. Was that sway to her hips intentional? So he might notice how it bounced when she walked around naked? The view had his attention, at the very least.

As she shut the bathroom door, Caiman flopped backwards onto the bed. His heart beat so fast, he wondered if she could hear it with the water running. Caiman closed his eyes, trying to calm himself while the water ran in the bathroom. It wasn’t exactly what he’d been hoping for, but this was the start of a wonderful next step in their relationship. That much he could feel down to the bottom of his heart.

*Now if I just knew a single thing about being someone’s Dom.*

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/pkagu8/lailas_training_chapter_two_the_arrangement

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