“I see. That sounds like David. He would never push a sub beyond her limits. He was my mentor, a few years back. That’s one of the things he taught me. To accept boundaries, to respect them.”
I crinkle my brow, bewildered. Was that it? David had recognised my limits without me even telling him?
“So, you never wanted to do more? You weren’t tempted to try anything new?” It seems Ewan is not done with his line of questioning yet.
“I only went there a few times, but no. Spanking was enough.”
“Did you like it?”
I nod.
Ewan chuckles. “Yeah, I imagine you would. But just let me get this straight. You went to Fairlawns alone? Yes?”
I nod again.
“You took out a membership, then went, still on your own, into the play room?”
More nodding. I see no need to elaborate; he seems to be piecing together the details of my first visit there very well without my assistance.
“David approached you?”
“Yes. I turned him down the first time. But the following week I went back, and he invited me again. And that time, I accepted.”
“I bet that took some courage, girl.” Is that a hint of admiration I discern?
“It did. But they were very nice to me. Everyone. But mainly David.”
“I’m glad to hear that. It shows that the manager we put in there is running the place well. David’s an experienced dom. I suspect he recognised straight away that you were new to the scene and made it his business to look out for you, at least until you found your feet. I must remember to thank him when next I see him.”
“Oh, no. You can’t tell him.”
“Can’t I? Why’s that?”
I lapse into silence. Of course he can. And he will. No doubt they’ll compare notes. I blink back tears as I gather what shreds of pride and dignity I have at my command right now.
“It’s private, that’s all. You’ve no right to discuss me with other doms, or to poke fun at me. You of all people.”
Now his expression does register surprise. “Poke fun at you? Why would you think I’d do that? I confess I’m surprised, and I’d have preferred to introduce you to thescene myself. But if not me, then I’m glad you met David. I won’t mention you to him if that’s what you want. I should warn you though, there’s every chance we could run into him in the future and I doubt he’d ever forget an arse as pretty as yours.”
“Now youaretaking the piss.”
“Maybe a little. But seriously, this does change things between us.”
The knot of misery expands. Here it comes, the crunch.
“You gave me to understand your tastes were definitely vanilla. You knew mine were not, but you made your preferences clear. Now I find that you were less than honest with me.”
“I never lied to you!” There’s more than a hint of indignation in my reply. Or is that defensiveness?
“No? Why didn’t you tell me you were interested in kink? Or at least prepared to experiment a little?”
“Why would I? It never came up.”
“Sweetheart, I’ve spent the last few weeks fucking you every which vanilla way I know how. Of course it came up. Every time I squeezed your nipples or licked your cunt I was itching to do more. To show you more. For fuck’s sake, I even managed to get you all but bound and blindfolded just the other day. You stood for that, hell, you even seemed to enjoy it. But never anything more. At the merest mention you’d clam up, close me down.”
“I was scared. I didn’t want you to, to…”
“To harm you? How could you think I would? I love you.”
