Fifteen Layers of Steele

Chapter 14

Oh god, I wanted this so bad, and yet, now I don't want this so bad.

As I internally panicked, he walked over and kneeled down in front of me again. That familiar sexy pose really wasn't making the decision any easier. "Give me your hand," he softly requests.

Slightly hesitant, I do as he says and extend out my arm. He then gently places his hand on top of mine, and holds it tight. Smiling, he firmly tells me "If at any point you get too scared just let me know."

Giving a single but giant nod of my head, I signaled him to go forth. Having received the okay, he takes his left hand and replaces it with his right, using the right one to slide up my wrist while the left continues to caringly lock fingers with me. I wince slightly as he grabs hold of my wrist. And so the journey to the uncharted areas commences.

Not wanting to move things too fast, he kept his hand in place, making sure to get me used to him being there before moving on. Feeling too embarrassed to look at him, I gazed off to the side while he concentrated on his movement, only occasionally glancing up at my face to catch my reaction. Slowly, his hand began to continue upward, sliding up my forearm. My body started to tremble, and he halted his movement.

"Doing alright?" he inquires.

"Not really," I tell him honestly. "I don't like this continuous movement."

"Okay, then I'll try something else." As he says that, he stands up and sits next to me. Reaching out his hand, he asks "How's this," then places it on top of my shoulder.

The surface area is large and warm, and my frame being very small and petite, it envelopes my entire shoulder. The feeling of being overtaken frightens me. Instantly, I shove him off and scream "NO! Get off of me!!"

Retracting his hand just as quick as I could push it off, he bows his head in apology. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have just suddenly grabbed you like that without any warning. It was a terrible call on my part."

"No it's fine," I say in a low but also apologetic voice as I lean away and grab the part of my shoulder that he was just touching. "But I think you're right. Maybe a bit slower and more predictable next time." The way I asked him was more like a plea rather than a suggestion.

"Gotcha. You've just been doing so well, it's easy to forget the severity of things sometimes. But here's a better idea anyway, how about you try touching everywhere on my body first instead? Checking back on my notes, you did list that as easier to do than the latter, so I suppose we should cover every track of my body before moving onto yours."

"Every track!?" My face was mortified.

He burst out into laughter. "No silly, I don't mean that so literally. Just every basic part that we commonly work on in therapy. I'm really starting to get the idea now that you haven't accepted the fact that I'm not a player."

"Oh..." I flush from embarrassment. "I'm sorry I just misunderstood..."

"Nah, that's okay. It happens. Don't feel ashamed. I could have phrased it better."

Sitting silently with my head down and no response, he senses the awkward tension and moves to relax me a little.

"Well then, let's begin," he shuffles in his seat and I look up at him to see what he would do next. Comically, he throws his body out like Rose standing in the wind on the Titanic and demands "Lay it on me!"

"Uuuum..." I looked at him questioningly with an eyebrow raised. "Weren't you the one who just said you are a professional? What's with this unserious behavior?" Chuckling at his antics, I couldn't help but wonder to myself if he really is as old and experienced as he claims to be.