“Scared.”
He laughed in a gentle way that she found oddly reassuring.She appreciated that he wasn’t trying to frighten her.
“That’s not one of the acceptable answers, Sofia.”
She reached up to curl her hands around his arm before doing as he’d instructed.“Fine.Do it.Get it over with.”
“Tell me green,” he said.
After a moment, she said, “Green.”Then she waited.
He spanked her across both buttocks with the sturdy paddle.
She barely felt it.“That’s it?”she asked, strangely disappointed.She opened her eyes, and everything in the room looked as it had before.Part of her had expected that the world would appear differently.
“Control,” he reminded her.“I wanted you to know that nothing has to be horrifically painful.”
“But it was…nothing.”She turned her head back to look at him.
“Did I give you permission to open your eyes?”
She gasped.“No.”
“Close them.”
Immediately, she did.
“Another one?”he asked.“A bit harder?”
She nodded.
“Tell me.”
“Yes.”
He brought the paddle across the middle of her ass, harder this time.As soon as he pulled back his hand, the pain abated and he kissed the side of her neck.
“One more?Harder?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He delivered the third with more force, making her rise on to her tiptoes.She yelped, but he distracted her by brushing a hand across her breast.
Shocking her, Sofia’s body felt more relaxed than it had, as if tension had seeped from her.
“A good Dom asks, reads, senses what his sub wants,” he said.
He’d snared her interest, making her wonder what else there was to it.
“Now open your eyes.”
He turned her to face him.
The steel in his eyes had been tempered.“And?”he prompted.
“That last one…and the way you…” She looked away, but he took hold of her chin.
“One very important thing about anything BDSM is the honesty.If you’re going to play with anyone, you have to be transparent.There can be no hiding, especially from yourself.”
