with this, and I waited for her to come in, a list in my head already. I knew what she didn’t want, but what did she really want?
She was a virgin, but that didn’t mean she had no idea about the world of sex. Plenty of virgins masturbated, watched or read pornography, or had vivid sexual fantasies. I needed to know what hers were, what limits she wanted to push, before I could take this further. I needed to have an idea of what her goal was.
We only had three days to reach those goals, so we had to be quick, but not too quick. Push too hard, at the wrong time, and you’d push your sub away. Do this with some control, with an understanding of the needs of the sub, and you’d have a sub for life.
The door opened, and she came in, now in a plain cotton gown that left her
shoulders bare and ran down to the middle of her calves. Perfect innocence with a shy, but sexy appeal. Even the eyelet lace on the top concealed more than it revealed, but the effect was spectacular. Her hair was down, but her mask kept it pinned to her head.
I looked at her, in the gown that highlighted innocence but promised so much more hid beneath, and became hard again. The tilt of her head down, the lack of confidence now, the way she quietly came in and turned to shut the door, all spoke of nervousness, uncertainty, and I could smell submission in every move she made.
With her hands balled together in front of her, Stephanie came to me and waited at the side of the bed. “What do we do now, Mr. Dark?”
Sweetly asked, and my response was equally as sweet. A reassurance that all was well as I pulled her to sit beside me. “We’ll do whatever you like, Stephanie.
The night is yours.”
She pulled her lip between her teeth, her hands still balled in her lap, and looked at the walls. “I’d like to know what all of those things are on the walls.”
“They’re for chaining and clamping a sub in place. I can have you on your knees as you wait patiently for me. Or standing up with your arms over your head. I could even have you in between. Up high on your knees, instead of low and relaxed. That makes things easier.” I emphasized the last two words and her eyes blink rapidly.
She’d caught that then. I knew she’d be responsive. I hadn’t really touched her yet, and even now, her bottom resting against my thigh was the only place we’d touched. “There’s water in the fridge there if you want it, and some snacks.”
“I might have water, thank you.” She moved to pull a bottle out and took a
sip as she sat on the far side of the bed. She put the bottle on the table beside of us and sighed. “I’m sorry. I don’t really know what to do. Where to start.”
“It’s okay, Stephanie. Come here.”
I held my hand out, and she came closer to me. With only a hint of roughness, just enough to make her breath shake, I pushed her head back and buried my hands in her hair. Her mouth opened, waited, and her eyes were full of apprehension, but also delight. I kissed her then, a rough kiss that held a gentle lover’s touch. I forced her lips to open under mine and sucked her tongue into my mouth.
She moaned and leaned into me as she tried to repeat what I’d done, her hands in my hair, her mouth open to take mine. She was supposed to submit, though, not reciprocate. I pulled away, her face wet with my kiss. “Let me show you, Stephanie. Don’t try to follow me. Just let me lead us.”
She shook her head in acknowledgment, and I decided it was time to shred a
boundary. If she couldn’t see, she couldn’t feel so safe. Her vulnerability would heighten her other senses, and she’d have to rely on me.
I pulled a long swatch of silk from the bedside table, and she looked at me confused. “But I already have a mask on.”
“So you do, but this is not a mask, this is a blindfold. You won’t be able to see. I’ll have to be your eyes for you.”
“I understand.” She waited, her hands folded submissively once again in her lap.
I moved behind her to put the blindfold on and ran my hand down her cheek.
Her head followed the touch while she waited for more. “Now, tell me what you want, Stephanie. What you really want?”
“I want to lose myself,” she said it quickly, as if she’d thought about it countless times already. “I want to forget the world exists and just feel.”
“That’s good. What else?” I sat behind her and waited for her to answer.
“I don’t … I don’t know what you mean.” She turned her head in the direction she’d heard my voice and waited for an answer.
“How do you want to go about achieving that nirvana?” I said the words softly, to hypnotize her, to relax her. “Do you want me to spank you, to beat you into subspace? To the very edge of your limits?”
I let it all sink in, and the fact that she didn’t turn away or take a breath of fear told me something. It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility, though, it wasn’t my favorite thing to do to a woman. If it got her off, though, that was what I’d give her.
I stroked a finger down the bare skin of her shoulder, down her arm, and around to cup the fullness of her breast. Her breath hitched then, and I knew I had her full attention. Her face turned toward mine, and I licked her mouth until she opened, a soft sigh the only sound she made.
“Or do you want me to drag you to the very edge of orgasm?” I clamped softly around a nipple I knew no man had ever touched before and squeezed it tightly. “Only to drag you back? To stop and leave you helpless?”
“That…,” she breathed, her lips wet from my kiss. “I want to be yours, to only feel pleasure when you allow it, to be chastised when I do wrong.”
“I think we’ll take it slow tonight, Stephanie.” That didn’t mean she would be the same when I finished with her, but it would be safe. “Give me your hands.”
I took another strip of silk from the drawer and tied her hands to the headboard. She’d be able to move them a little, but not far. She didn’t protest; she just let herself fall to the pillows and followed my lead. Her hands were over her head now, and her breasts were a temptation I found hard to ignore, even in her gown.
I liked the idea of leaving it on, the contrast of it against her skin, the innocence of it I was about to besmirch. Like some duke of the regency era, I thought with a silent snicker. She was my virginal toy, and I was about to ravish her. Kind of. She had set a limit of no penetration. I’d see how long that lasted.
10
EMILY
I t was only when he had me tied to the bed that it all became real.
Until that point, I’d taken it all in stride; I could back out, but this wasn’t so bad. He’d promised to take me where I wanted to go in the large bedroom with walls decorated with hooks. He’d promised he’d stop if I said red, and he’d slow down if I said yellow. It was all safe, legit, and cool.
