(Y/N) POV
I wake up early the next morning, unable to sleep or eat or do anything except wait for Jaemin to arrive and start my training.
Why am I so nervous? I want this. Jaemin wants this. There's nothing to worry about...
I grab my phone and send Malorie a quick text for reassurance.
(Y/N):
"You awake yet?"
MALORIE:
"Don't you mean, have I gone to bed yet?"
(Y/N):
"Seriously??"
MALORIE:
"I'm single now."
"I can sleep when I'm dead! LOL!"
"What's up?"
(Y/N):
"I need advice."
"You know that guy I was telling you about?"
"He's coming over and I'm kinda freaking out!"
MALORIE:
"1. Take a deep breath."
"2. Are you wearing something sexy?"
(Y/N):
"I don't think my clothes are the problem...but I might be!"
MALORIE:
"Just put on your laciest panties and you'll be ok."
"Bonus points if he can rip 'em off with his teeth."
(Y/N):
"Malorie!"
MALORIE:
"Look, even if nothing happens, a little bit of lace can give you a LOT of confidence."
"Or, you know, you could wear no underwear at all..."
I shake my head as I say goodbye and toss my phone aside. Still... Malorie's words echo in my mind.
She's right, what I need is something to make me look and feel confident.
I peek in my underwear drawer, my fingers rifling through silk and satin until I find what I'm looking for.
Jay wasn't interested in this, but it's always been my favorite. And I bet Jaemin will know just how to appreciate it...
I slide out of my clothes and strap the lingerie in place. The tight fit sets my pulse racing.
"This is exactly what I needed."
I smooth my hands over my sides, then carefully redress in my street clothes. Before I have a chance to second-guess my decision, the doorbell rings. Ready or not, it's time for the training to start... Drawing a deep breath, I pull open the door to find Jaemin scowling.
"I don't like being kept waiting."
"I didn't realize we were starting already."
"We started this the moment you offered your self to me. Remember that."
I swing the door closed and watch as he makes himself at home. Even though the apartment is huge, his presence seems to fill every square inch.
"We'll start in the room where you feel the most comfortable."
"In that case, I pick the bedroom."
"I haven't had much of a chance to break it in...yet."
I sit on the end of the bed and wait to see what Jaemin does. A pang of disappointment fills me when he elects to stand against the opposite wall.
"I'm still not sure how this is supposed to work if we aren't allowed to touch."
"That's because you aren't using your imagination. In BDSM, the anticipation of what's coming is half the experience."
A delight shiver runs through me. I fight it, but Jaemin notices and shakes his head.
"Lesson number one is don't fight your natural reactions. If you want to fully enjoy this, you need to let yourself go. Feel what you feel. Want what you want. A good Dom will use those reactions to enhance your pleasure."
"I want lots and lots of orgasms."
"In due time."
I'm already starting to relax...and heat up. Instead of ignoring the warmth taking over my body, I luxuriate into it.
"Mmm...what's next?"
"Consent."
"I thought we already covered that. I wouldn't be here otherwise."
"Consent isn't a one-time deal. It needs to be ongoing. Otherwise, you won't be able to figure out what works for you."
"I think you need to show me what you mean."
Jaemin nods and approaches. He stops well out of my reach, but I can feel the air shift to make room for him.
"Open your legs for me."
I obediently slide my knees apart. Jaemin draws even closer, standing between my thighs but not touching me.
"You like this, don't you? Me, standing over you? You, presenting yourself to me?"
I nod.
"What if I strapped you in place so you couldn't move?"
"I'd like that..."
"What if I left you there until I was ready to play with you?"
"Yes..."
Jaemin takes a wide step back, his expression grim.
"And what if I brought out a knife and cut a small incision on your inner thigh?"
I immediately clamp my legs shut again.
"Wait, what? That's a thing?"
"Believe me, if you can imagine it, it's a thing. That doesn't mean you have to enjoy it...or even try it, if you don't want to."
I swallow and nod, understanding starting to settle in.
"Being in a Dom's power doesn't mean I'm powerless."
"Exactly. Once you know what you like and don't like, you can find a Dom who matches your particular...interests. But you need a safe place to explore those limits, and a safe person to do it with."
"And a safe word, right? That's another thing I'm supposed to have?"
"Absolutely. I don't think we should go any further without one. Choose whatever you like, just keep it easy to remember in the heat of the moment."
"Apple. Apple is the safe word I pick."
"Apple. Good. Any time you feel overwhelmed or uncomfortable or even just tired, all you have to do is say 'Apple'. "
"Have you ever used your safe word before?"
"Yes, many times."
"Really?"
"It's nothing to be ashamed of. In fact it means you're pushing your limits and exploring new things, which is good. It means you know when to stop, which is even better."
"And your partner wasn't...upset? Even if they wanted to keep going?"
"You should feel comfortable enough with your Dom to do or say anything...even stop. If you don't, then you need a new Dom."
"I see... Is there an opposite of a safe word?"
"What do you mean?"
"To get things going. Now that we've covered the basic, is this when we start...doing things?"
Jaemin's eyes flash hot fire.
"What are you asking for, (Y/N)?"
"I want to start pleasing you.'
"I thought we already covered this. Today isn't about pleasing me."
"I can't help it, Jaemin. Pleasing you is all I can think of..."
"Then let's get started. Most Doms, myself included, expect to walk in and find you in a submissive position, wearing nothing but your collar and underwear."
Jaemin reaches into a bag and extracts a training collar. A band of purple leather fits tightly around the neck, with an 'O' ring at the base of the throat.
"Is this for me?"
"It's for both of us. But first...undress and get on your knees."
"It doesn't seem fair for me to be the only naked one in the room..."
"Is that a challenge, (Y/N)?
"I'm just saying... I'd feel better if you took your shirt off too."
Jaemin steps close, his voice low and dangerous.
"Insubordination is the one thing I don't tolerate from my subs. Do as I say, or I'll show you what wearing this collar really means."
At the sound of his rough threat, my whole-body lights as if from within. Already, my limbs are starting to turn weak with longing...
"Yes, Jaemin. I'm sorry for disobeying you."
I can barely hide my smile as I remove my clothes to expose the sheer edges of my lingerie. Every strap and wisp of lace feels like liquid fire against my bare skin.
"I put on a little something special before you got here. I hope you don't mind."
"Lace panties won't save you if you disobey me again..."
"Not even a little?"
"Not even if they're dripping wet. Now get on your knees and into position."
I take my time settling on the floor on front of him. I spread my legs and put my hands behind my back, my eyes on the ground. Jaemin circles me, letting his fingers trace the strap at my shoulder...
"Very good."
I knew he'd like it.
Seconds pass. Then a few seconds more. I try to hold still and present myself the way he instructed, but time seems to be stuck. Risking a quick glance up, I catch sight of Jaemin standing stiff and unsmiling where I left him.
"Did I do something wrong?"
He clears his throat and shakes himself off. His hands remain steadfast at his sides.
"No, (Y/N). Any Dom would be pleased to walk in and find you waiting like this. Whoever you find to be your real Dom is a lucky man."
Disappointment starts to creep up from my stomach, but Jaemin steps forward with the training collar before I can focus on it.
"Some Doms will want you to put this on yourself. Others will demand the right to claim you."
I don't move as he wraps the leather around my neck, his fingers deft and sure. The soft exhalation of his breath whispers over my skin, and I shiver.
"The ring on this collar can be used to clip you into place, but it's more symbolic than anything else. Any other Dom seeing this will know that you're in training...and that you've already been claimed."
As Jaemin clasps the collar, his fingers gaze the back of my neck. I barely have time to register that light touch when he jumps back as if shocked.
"What do you think?"
"...I think you're finally ready."
He turns and reaches into his bag, this time pulling out...candles?
"What're those for? Do you...put them inside something?"
"Not exactly. These are special low-temp candles designed for BDSM. Just a slow, seductive burn. I want to pour this hot wax all over your body. I want to watch it pool on your gorgeous curves, drip down your skin, and leave a trail of delight pain behind... It's a low-risk way to introduce you to BDSM. To learn what it means to enjoy pain before pleasure."
He pulls out a golden Zipper lighter and flips it open, lighting a candle.
"But it's entirely up to you. We can always start with something gentler."
I lift my gaze to Jaemin's
"Show me."
"That's my little lamb. You're not afraid to get dirty, are you?"
"One of these days, you're going to realize I'm not just a curious bystander."
"I think I'm already starting to..."
Jaemin blows the candle out and motions for me to follow him.
"Come. I think you've earned an upgrade."
I follow Jaemin into the dungeon. Once I've resumed my position, Jaemin relights the candle. Even though the room is perfectly warm, I shiver as he approaches.
"Do I just...stay on my knees?"
Jaemin circles me with slow deliberation, his eyes watching my every breath.
"Yes. No matter what I do or how bad it burns, you'll stay exactly like that. Understood?"
My throat tightens underneath the collar. Even though my whole-body strains to get up, I nod.
"Good. Now...do you trust me enough to close your eyes?"
"I'm yours to command."
Without hesitating, I drop my eyelids. As I plunge into darkness, all my other sense pick up. Sounds, smell, touch... I feel the shirt of air as Jaemin circles me.
"Don't look too please with yourself. That was the easy part."
I hold myself perfectly still as Jaemin's voice draws close. It takes all my willpower not to jump when his voice sounds at my ear.
"Brace yourself. This will hurt..."
Jaemin is careful not to touch me as the candle tilts and the first drop of wax hits the upper slope of my shoulder. At first, I register only a small, hot prick of pain. Gasping, I hold myself still as the warm heat spreads outward, my skin like fire.
"Ohhh..."
"Wax play is all about taking things slow. I want you to kneel there and feel every drip. At my speed. My command."
"Yes, Jaemin. Whatever you say."
I tremble as the heat of the candle draws close once again.
"A good Dom will know how to use the wax to entice as well as hurt. How to make it drip down my skin like a hot, wet tongue."
Before I have time to react Jaemin tips the candle once again. This time, the wax doesn't just touch my shoulder. He angles it to roll down my clavicle and along the upper swell of my breast. The hot, gentle burn is followed by a tight hardening as the wax cools. My whole body tightens with it.
"Oh God!"
"See what I mean? There's no end to the shapes I can make on your body, the paths I can trace over your skin."
Jaemin tsks gently.
"But I hate to ruin that beautiful little outfit you put on for me."
"What can I do to help?"
"This wax is meant to roll down your naked chest, to drip and harden against your nipples."
"Yes please, I want that."
"Then take your breasts out for me. Let me see all of you."
I unclasp my hands from behind my back and slide the bra straps down my shoulders. I feel raw and exposed...especially when I hear Jaemin's sharp intake of breath.
"Like this?"
"Yes...exactly like that. I can make it hurt or I can make it feel good. It all depends on whether you deserve to be rewarded...or punished. Of course, we both already know the answer to that...but since this is your first time, I'll be lenient."
Jaemin pauses, and I realize he's giving me the chance to direct what happens next.
"I've been so bad..."
I smile wickedly as I pull my hands from behind my back and begin running my fingers along the upper curve of my breasts.
"You tell me. Am I being good right now?"
"I didn't say you could touch yourself."
I start trailing my hand lower, skimming over the hardened peaks of my breasts and down toward the gentle curve of my belly.
"I can't help myself. I feel so hot and tight..."
A low growl of warning escapes him.
"You're going to feel a lot hotter and tighter when I'm done with you."
I drop my hands and slide them behind my back again, but it's too late. The challenge has been issued...
"Now you'll learn what happens when you disobey."
I hold my body still in anticipation of my punishment. The wax hits me in the center of my chest, a hot splash that sends my whole-body reeling. I whimper and squirm, the trickle a gentle agony.
"Jaemin, I..."
"You have no idea how delicious you look like this...trying to escape, unable to do anything but obey..."
He pauses, but all I do is moan and tip my head back, eager for more. I thrust my chest up toward him.
"Yes. Please, touch them."
My eyes fly open as the first drip of wax just grazes the edge of my nipple. The sensitive skin puckers and tightens, and I cry out with the overwhelming sensation of it. For the first time, the pain I feel is tinged on the edges with something more, something bigger. I want it to expand almost as much as I fear it...
"Again? Or have you had enough?"
"I don't want you to stop. Please, Jaemin. Make me scream."
"Your wish is my command..."
He tips the candle again, this time sending a splash of wax that hits the tip of your breast in a wave of heat and sensation.
"Oh God, yessss..."
My body clenches tightly at the sudden, staggering feel of it...and of him standing powerfully over me.
"Well?"
I whimper and cry out my core clenching so hard that I almost cum on the spot.
"It's so hot...so good."
I feel breathless and exhilarated as Jaemin begins putting away the wax supplies. Then he leads me back to the kitchen. I watch, curious, as he pours some kind of oil onto a towel and carries it over to me.
"This should help ease the sting and remove the wax from your skin. The longer it stays on, the harder it will be to remove."
I accept the towel and begin dabbing it at my shoulders. The cool oil is soothing on my bare skin, the light floral scent a feast for my senses. When I glance up, it's to find Jaemin holding out a glass of ice water with a gentle smile.
"What's that for?"
"To drink. We're just getting started...fluids are a must."
"That's really sweet of you."
"It's not sweet, it's the bare minimum. Just drink it."
I take a long, cool drink. My whole body starts to relax. Jaemin waits until I'm finished before speaking again.
"Well? What did you think of your first real BDSM experience?"
Part of me wants to keep going, keep pushing, but the rest of me is still quivering.
"It was...not what I expected."
I smile shyly as I hand the towel and empty glass back.
"But it was definitely good."
Jaemin smiles down at me, a warm light in his eyes. He looks almost tender...a feeling that makes me flush warmer than all the rest of this experience combined.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Because this is going better than I anticipated. To be honest, I keep expecting you to reach your limit and run screaming from the room."
"I'm not the type to run away when things get hard."
I wrinkle my nose as I realize that's exactly what I did with Jay.
"At least, I'm not the type to run away again."
Fair enough. I'm willing to admit I underestimated you. In fact...I think you've earned a reward. Do you trust me?
"I trust you with my life."
A low hum of approval escapes Jaemin's lips. He pulls out a silk blindfold and twirls it between his long, dexterous fingers.
"May I?" he asks.
I nod and hold myself still as Jaemin slips the blindfold over my eyes. The fabric feels cool against my skin, but Jaemin is careful not to touch me as he secures it in place.
"Now what?"
"Now we make you presentable and then head out on a field trip."
"Do I keep the collar on? Even in public?"
"If you were actually my sub then yes. That collar wouldn't come off until I said so. But under the circumstances..."
Jaemin unclips the collar and tucks it back in his back. I try not to think about how...naked I feel without it, even as I slip back into my clothes.
"You'll get it back once we get where we're going."
Jaemin keeps the blindfold on me as we exit the apartment, get into his car, and speed away to our mystery destination. Finally...
"You've been a very patient girl, (Y/N). Are you ready to see your prize?"
He removes my blindfold with a flourish, revealing an old-fashioned theater.
"We're going to...watch a movie?"
"Not just any movie. Look around. What do you see?"
"I see that I can't order popcorn. What kind of movie theater doesn't have snacks?"
"The kind where you snack on something other than food..."
I glance around the theater, finally taking in the posters of scantily clad men and women in tastefully suggestive poses lining the walls.
"Wait, are we gonna watch...adult films? "
"You said yourself that you have a traditional view of sex. I thought it'd be good to expand your mind on what's out there."
"An X-rated film sounds hot. Are they just acting, or is it the real deal?"
Jaemin dims the theater lights and leads me toward a pair of seats in the center.
"Oh, it's real, alright. I wouldn't show you anything less."
I sit and hold my breath as Jaemin settles next to me. No part of his body touches mine, but I can feel the heat rising off him. I look at him expectantly, but he seems to be waiting for me to do something.
"What's wrong?"
"Have you forgotten already? You must get into position before we begin."
I flush, but quickly obey. I slip out of my clothes, then Jaemin hands me the collar to clasp around my neck. I kneel on the soft carpet, my head just tall enough to still see.
"Very good."
As the movie begins, I realize it's not a typical adult film. Instead of cheesy acting and no plot, it's a tasteful exploration of the human body...
"For the next three hours, your body is mine to feast on and enjoy." the actress begins.
"Yes, mistress."
"Good. I'll leave the gag off...for now."
"Even in a movie like this, you'll notice consent plays a big role." Jaemin explains.
"Consent and...are those pearls? Is she about to put them there? "
Instead of being put off, I'm entranced by the images on the screen, the way the two bodies twist and tangle together. The sharp slap of skin on skin rings out through the air.
"That'll teach you to disobey me..."
"I'm sorry, mistress. I only want to please you..." the actor grovels.
"Feel free to ask me anything you don't understand or want to know more about." Jaemin says.
"I want to know what that position is called."
I tilt my head and watch as the woman on screen extends her legs far above her head. Then the man plunges inside her with so much force that I gasp louder than she does.
"How can a person even bend that way?"
"It take practice, but the benefits are worth it. That's the leg glider. He'll be able to stimulate her g-spot from there."
As the movie continues, the actions on the screen get more intense. Toys, whips, chains...everything comes into play.
"I don't know how much more of this I can take." the actor groans.
"Yes you do, my pet. You'll take as much as I give you..."
I'm unable to resist a peek at Jaemin's profile. He shows no reaction to the images on screen. Once again, I wish he was easier to read.
"Why does she keep stopping just before they finish?"
"It's called edging. By delaying the orgasm, they're heightening it. The domme trades a little pain now for a lot of pleasure later."
The man on the screen isn't the only one starting to feel the strain. I clamp my thighs tightly together, but that only makes the mounting pressure worse...
"Um, can I ask something else? Something a little more...personal?"
"Ask away. It's what I'm here for."
I gulp and try to put my question into words. What I really want to know is if Jaemin is even half as turned on right now as I am...
There must be some way to break down Jaemin's barriers and get him to open up to me.
I point at the screen, where a second dominant has joined the writhing mass of bodies.
"Have you done that before? With more than one Dom, I mean?"
Jaemin doesn't even glance at the screen. His amused smile deepens.
"Yes, I've done that before."
I swallow and try to stop the sudden rush of heat that washes over me. The idea of Jaemin touching me like that, of him taking his pleasure so ruthlessly, is almost too much.
"Have you done everything in this movie?"
"Not everything, but most of it. When you've been a part of the BDSM community for as long as I have, there's a little left to the imagination."
"What's one thing you haven't tried?"
"There are several things I've never done before...and probably never will. Doms have limits too."
"What if it was something your sub was interested in?"
Jaemin's eyes trail down to my collar before snapping back up again.
"That would depend on the sub...and how bad she wants it."
I want to ask him about his past subs and what they did to please him, but that's a dangerous territory...
"Is that everything? All your deepest, darkest questions have been answered?"
As Jaemin talks, his knee accidently brushes against my shoulder. I try not to react, but that fleeting touch sets off something dangerous inside me.
"Actually..."
I finger my collar, the soft leather almost as hot as my skin.
"What about me?"
"What about you?"
I try not to react to the hard, warning note in his voice.
"If we didn't have any rules—if I were really your sub—what would we be doing right now? Just...watching the movie?"
For the longest time, Jaemin doesn't move. His jaw grows hard and his body still, but he eventually answers.
"You want to know how a Dom might use a dark theater like this to his advantage?"
"Yes."
"Even though it might hurt?"
"Yes."
"Do you remember your safe word?"
"Yes. 'Apple'. "
"Don't say I didn't warn you..."
I hold my breath as Jaemin sits back in his seat and angles his body so he can watch my every move.
"The first thing I'd do is tell you to describe what you see on that screen in explicit detail."
"I see a man tied to a bed?"
My throat feels tight and hot, but I swallow and force myself to speak the words out loud.
"I mean, I see a naked man tied to a bed. He's...hard. He's ready."
"Ready for what?"
Dirty talk has never been my forte, but I can tell what Jaemin wants.
"He's ready for his domme to take her pleasure. The way his body writhe and bucks... He needs to fill her."
"And what about you, (Y/N)? Do you feel any need? "
"Yes..."
I squirm where I sit, my body tight with longing. The collar feels hot against my throat, my shoulders and breasts still tingling where the wax dripped down my skin.
"Of course, that wouldn't be enough for me. I'd want my sub to feel the same delicious agony as the sub on screen."
"How would you do that? Would you...touch her?"
"No. She hasn't earned that right yet. I'd make her trail her fingers down the tender swell of her breasts...ask her to slide her hand into the cup of her bra. And then I'd order her to take her tight, sweet nipples between her fingers and pinch until she can't stand it anymore."
I lean back against the seat behind me, my fingers itching to do as Jaemin commands, my nipples already puckering.
"Should I do that? Here? Now? "
"You tell me. You're the sub in training."
I lose no time giving in to Jaemin's demands. The smooth straps of my lingerie are already sliding down my shoulders, the fabric like liquid against my skin.
"Push your top all the way down. I want to see how much it hurts you."
My breath comes in short puffs as I bare myself to Jaemin, my hands caressing my own body as if feeling it for the first time. I find the hard peak of my nipple and pluck once, hard.
"Not good enough. I want to hear you cry out."
"Please don't make me..."
"As long as you wear that collar, you're mine to command."
With an arch of my back, I pinch my nipple between my forefinger and thumb. It tugs at something deep inside me, my core vibrating with the strain of it.
"Oh God. It's too much."
"No, (Y/N). It's exactly right."
The movie has reached its climax by this time...in more ways than one.
"There'll be no end to your agonies until we're both satisfied."
"Please, mistress. I need more..."
Half of me wants to watch as the man falls to his knees, but the other half can't look away from Jaemin.
"I told you there's more to this outing than an X-rated film. You want it, don't you? To touch yourself? To cum, right here, right now?"
"I don't know."
"Yes, you do. Will you sit there quietly like a good girl...or will you give in and be bad? "
"I can be so bad for you."
The last of my inhibitions flee. I've spent too much time with Jaemin today...watching him watch me, feeling the air shift every time he moves.
"Please, Jaemin. This is your fault. You brought me to this place...made me watch this naughty movie..."
"I'm about to do a lot more than that. Touch yourself."
"You aren't going to ask nicely?"
"No, (Y/N). You're the one who wants to be bad. I'm going to tell you exactly what happens to bad girls under my care..."
I spread my thighs and slip my hand into my underwear. I peek up at Jaemin, but he's not watching my legs... His gaze is fixed hard on my face.
"If you were better behaved, I'd tell you all the ways I'd cherish your body...how I'd kiss every limb and lick every curve."
"I like the sound of that..."
"But you've been bad, which means you'd be tied up without a scrap of clothes on, your ass bared to me."
Jaemin's voice is so powerful that I can't help sliding my fingers inside. The slick, soft heat of my own body has never felt so good.
"Yesss..."
"I'd start with the riding crop. Ten lashes on each thigh, each one moving higher than the last."
"Ten is so many."
"And every time you talk back, I'd add five more."
My fingers tease my entrance, my pleasure point pulsing with each of Jaemin's harsh words. I clamp my mouth firmly shut and give a small shake of my head. If Jaemin doesn't want me to speak, I won't speak. Moaning, however...
"That's better. Now that you're tied up and mine to play with, you're not so brave, are you?"
I run a finger along the line of my center, the pressure setting off something wild inside me.
"When you're good like this, so sweet and quiet, I take a break from the whipping. You might deserve a treat."
"Yes, Jaemin. Please take care of me."
My hips move in time to the deep, penetrating thrusts of my fingers.
"Oh, I will. I might even shove a dildo inside that tight hot body of yours."
I gasp just as the woman on the screen cries out in long, hard ecstasy.
"Oh God, oh yes, I'm—" the actress moans.
"Please, Jaemin... I'm so close..."
"I know you are. I can see it on your face right now...smell it on your skin."
Jaemin leans down, his lips so near my ear I can feel the vibrations of his voice. I want so badly for him to touch me, to put me out of my misery...
"You've done well today, little lamb. Cum for me."
The second the words leave Jaemin's mouth, my body is overtaken by the hard, powerful clamp of my orgasm.
"...Jaemin!"
I cry out, jerking against my hand, as his breath continues to wash over my skin.
"So beautiful...just as I expected."
My whole-body arches and crests before coming back down again. My legs feel weak with satisfaction, my fingers trembling with the aftershock.
"Feel better now?"
"I feel...something, but I can't seem to come up with any words."
Jaemin leans back in his seat. Satisfaction is in every line of his body as he points at the screen.
"Good. Now finish watching the movie. It's finally getting to the best part."
Fixing my attention on the screen is difficult after all that, but I force my breathing to slow and my mind to focus.
If this is what Jaemin wants from me, then this is what Jaemin gets.
As the film comes to an end, I'm so wrapped up in my overwhelming feelings, and of Jaemin sitting next to me, that I don't notice the sound of beeping right away.
"I think your phone might be ringing." I inform him.
"I thought I turned this damn thing off..."
Jaemin reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. He starts to switch it to silent, but the name on the screen catches his attention.
"I have to take this. My receptionist knows not to interrupt me unless it's urgent."
He lifts the phone to his ear, a frown on his face. As he listens, he keeps snatching quick glances at me.
"He did what? No, don't file anything tonight. Put the papers on my desk, and I'll get to them first thing in the morning."
He shoves the phone back in his pocket, all thoughts of the movie forgotten.
"What's wrong? Are we leaving?"
"Your ex is claiming you owe him alimony... He's going to try to take everything from you in the divorce."