No, oh hell no. I’m struggling between making her feel safe and making her listen to me. I can’t let her think I fucking buy women. Moving over to her slowly, I reach down and pluck the phone out of her hand before bringing it up to my ear.
“Dieter.”
The rage in his voice tells me I may not have a dick by the end of the morning. “What the fuck have you done to my sister, Byrne? It’s only eight in the fucking morning, how did you already fuck this up?”
“Nothing, I didn’t, she’s fine. I need to explain the club to her, that’s all.” Dieter knows what I’m talking about because he’s also a member.
“You swear that’s all?” I can hear his anger deflate as he responds.
“Swear. Talk to her, tell her I don’t fucking buy and sell women so I can salvage this.”
I hand her the phone back and pull my boxer briefs and jeans on while she finishes talking to her brother. Feeling my flask press against my leg, I walk out of her room in search of what I’m going to use to get her to listen to me. As soonas I’m in front of her laundry room on the other end of the hall, I slip the flask out of my pocket and down its contents. Finding what I’m looking for, I make my way back into her bedroom. She’s walking back in from the kitchen at the same time. “What’s that for?” Her pulse jumps in her neck as she eyes the rope in my hand.
“Come on, I’ll show you.”
Lee’s been staring at me like I’ve lost my mind for the past few minutes as I work on tying the rope to the posters on her headboard and then working on the slipknots for my wrists. I’ve never done anything like this before. I thrive on control and would never put it in someone else’s hands. Lee needs to see that this isn’t assault or abuse, though. After I finish my knots, I turn to her.
“Okay, so here’s how this is going to work. I’m going to sit against the headboard, and you’re going to put those restraints on my wrists. Once you do that, I can’t go anywhere. My arms can’t move without it pulling the rope tighter, I’m completely at your mercy. I’ll talk you through everything you want to know, but this way you know I’m not going to jump up or hurt you.”
She looks at the ropes, then me, as I get settled against the center of her headboard. “You can’t undo them? At all?”
I shake my head as I respond, “No, baby. I can’t.”
My arms lay at my sides completely limp as she makes her way over and slips the restraint on my left wrist before moving over to my right. She steps away from the bed, a wicked glimmer in her eye. If I weren’t sweating, and my heart rate wasn’t spiking through the roof, I might be able to appreciate how bad ass she looks right now.
“Pull at them.” She demands, the power rushing to her head.My desire to punish her is almost too much to handle, but she needs this, and it was my idea. So I stay quiet and pull on the rope, causing them to bite into my skin more.
“See, I can’t go anywhere.”
“You assault women.” She states it like it’s fact, causing my stomach to threaten to empty just thinking about it.
“I don’t. I’d never.” I tell her truthfully. “If I did, do you think Dieter would have told you to hear me out?”
She thinks that over for a minute before responding, “Okay, so explain it to me, because I know you know what Nix and I went though and ‘clubs’ are where women are bought and sold in our world.”
“So first off, I’m an adult man who only plays with other adults who have gone through multiple points of identification checks and tests. I don’t do anything without a condom, a safe word, and an in-depth conversation about boundaries. There’s no substances in anyone’s system during play. The places I used to frequent are all above board. Everyone is there of their own volition and has to pay to be there. I can and will get you reviews and recommendations if that’s what you need to trust me. I’ve never had an issue with a sub.”
“You like to be in control?” Is her only response.
“Yes.”
“Everyone agrees on what you’re going to do beforehand?”
She’s right; this is such an uncomfortable conversation. Typically it wouldn’t be. I’ve had thousands of these conversations over the years. But now I’m talking to the woman that I would marry if I had even the faintest inkling she wouldn’t laugh in my face for asking.
“Yeah, Beautiful. Contracts are signed. It’s legal.”
“You said ‘other adults.”
“Yes. twenty-one at minimum, thirty-three at max.” I give her more information than she’s asking for because I don’t want her to have any doubts.
“No, I mean, you didn’t say women. You specifically said, other people.”
Oh, that. “I’ve had both men and women submissives if that’s what you’re asking.”
She doesn’t freak out like I expected. She just nods in response, “Okay. You said you stopped thirteen months ago. Why?”
Fuck.
