“I won’t set you up to fail, babygirl. Say you need a few weeks to turn that into a routine you can easily remember. During that trial period, believe me, any time I can immediately reward you for remembering, I will. Positive reinforcement. Because you can’t lie to me and tell me you don’t like it when I call youmy…good…girl.”
Shit. The way he said that, slowly and in a deeper, darker tone, immediately burrowed through my soul and into my clit.Now I was squirming again and probably creaming through my new undies and onesie.
“Point noted.”
He smiled. “I could tell.”
I finished my hot chocolate. “Can we play with rope now?Please? I brained, I asked questions. I’d like some positive reinforcement now, thank you.”
“Absolutely, baby.” He carried our empty mugs out to the sink.
Chapter Ten
Emmy
He returned carrying his bag, which wasn’t the same bag I’d snooped through. He’d tossed that bag almost immediately because it smelled like smoke but fortunately, the contents hadn’t absorbed it.
I crawled to the end of the bed and peeked over the edge, watching as he unzipped the bag and started unpacking it.
The rope first, on top. I knew now it was made out of jute and he had rope that was natural as well as some dyed black, dark blue, and purple.
He laid the coils out neatly, almost pathologically so. “That’s a fireman thing, isn’t it?” I snarked.
He glanced up, grinning. “The instructor in my first basic rope class noted the same thing, said I must be a firefighter.”
I snorted.
Five minutes later it was all laid out and my gaze kept landing on the small, blue acrylic paddle.
He noticed, picked it up, and handed it to me. “Try it.”
“On myself?”
He grinned. “Certainly not on me. Besides, I smacked myself with it when I bought it so I know what it feels like. Purchasedeverything from the Ranch, except some of the rope, and a couple of the books.”
I pulled up my left sleeve and lightly swatted my arm with it. Stingy, but not as horrible as I imagined it could be were it wielded with a heavier hand.
Although I wasn’t hitting myself with it very hard.
He braced his arms on the footboard and leaned in. “If someone wants orgasms, someone better get naked, baby. And go to the bathroom.”
Oooh, that’s me!I jumped out of bed and quickly stripped—yep, panties damp—and when I returned, the armoire on the other side of the room, which I really hadn’t paid any attention to, either, stood open and my mouth went dry.
Holy… crap!
I cautiously approached. “Uh, what the fuck is all ofthat?”
He stepped aside so I could see. “All the rooms have one, plus there are others scattered around the complex. We’re free to use—or even buy if we want—everything in here. Some things are single-use and others we can just drop in that bag there and the staff will take them and clean them.”
“It’s a mini-bar for sadists,” I muttered, still staring.
Yes, I knew what most—well, some—of the items were for, but seeing them all there, available and not needing to endure the embarrassment of walking into an “adult store” to obtain them was…
Wow.
He reached in and withdrew a set of plain, black, leather cuffs. Considering there were four of them, two larger than the others, I assumed ankles and wrists. “Would you be okay wearing these?”
I took them from him. They were much softer than I first thought, made of smooth, supple leather.
