Sweat time.

"How are you? Am I doing everything right? Do you like all of this?" You blurt out those questions with a smile hoping they won't sound as awkward as they seem in your head.

"You already know. You always know. Everything is perfect." She replies smoothly, reaching across the table to squeeze your hand.

"I am still worried that... you know... our sex life will spill over. I don't think that you are nothing but a fucktoy outside of the bedroom. And I want to keep you happy, fulfilled..."

"This is new for you, I understand. We'll balance it, make it work." She assures you confidently "But I can handle more than you think. And if I cannot, I will tell you."

The wine arrives and you pour her a glass. As you take a sip of your own, you realize how much you needed this night. A chance to reconnect with Hannah as equals, not just dominant/submissive. To talk, laugh at jokes, hold hands under the table and enjoy each other's company. Her grey-blue eyes glow warmly under the dim lighting, catching your attention again and again.

"Do you like this waitress?" She asks out of nowhere.

"What? No, not really. Why?"

"She's really cute." Hannah giggles "Fits my taste. I would love... you know."

"Are you trying to make me jealous? Because it's working!" You laugh, shaking your head at her antics.

"Well, maybe a little bit." She smirks, taking another sip of her wine. "But I just... If you want to involve another woman sometime, I wouldn't mind. As long as I am there, too."

You are taken aback by her openness once again. "Really? You're okay with that?"

"I am not sure. But we spoke about it. You can't train me properly unless you do things that I may dislike. And I trust you."

"No. I want you. I can't have enough of you and your obedience. Why would I need another, " you lower your voice, "slut?"

She smiles broadly, satisfied with your answer. "You are right. There is no need. Yet!" you both laugh, and Hannah's hand finds yours again under the table.

"Are you worried about tomorrow lesson? I am." You admit.

"A little. But it is what makes it exciting. Just do what you desire, take control." She reassures you.

"Look at us. We are at it again. Discussing sex, plans, kinks... How is your family?"

Pasta arrives and you spend the next half an hour talking about your families, your jobs, about books and movies. She is still your Hannah, the very same person you fell in love with. Funny, smart, beautiful. She listens attentively, asks questions, and shares her thoughts and opinions. You bask in her elegant beauty, in her clever mind, in her company.

Tiramisu, one of her favorite desserts, arrives after the main course. You share a spoonful, savoring the sweetness together. In a way, it is more intimate than wild things you did with her mouth or throat. With your mouth still full of sweet mass, you lean and kiss Hannah It's tender, loving, with no hint of roughness - just pure affection.

"It is one of the best dates I had." She says when you part. "Thank you."

Soon, it is time to leave home. You walk her back to your car, helping her into the passenger seat before closing the door. On the drive back home, you talk some more, but it becomes quieter as you approach the apartment building. Both of you are tired and a little tipsy, the wine was far stronger than expected.

You help Hannah out of the car, steadying her as she stumbles slightly on the sidewalk. "Careful there." You murmur, keeping a firm grip on her waist as you lead her up the stairs to your apartment. Once inside, she kicks off her heels and leans against the wall.

"Do you need anything, master?" Even now she is focused on your needs. "Or can I go to sleep? I'm quite exhausted."