“It is.” His tone is firm, giving nothing away as he stands with his arms crossed next to the door.
As I look around the room, I notice all kinds of interestingdevices, only some of which have come up in my research. “Is that a St. Andrew’s cross?”
“Yes,” the gruff voice answers.
“There’s no bed in here. How are we going to…” I trail off as he approaches me, my eyes traveling up his form. My head tilts up, attempting to see under the mask, but it’s useless.
“I don’t fuck my subs, so I have no use for a bed.”
“But I thought we were going to?—”
“We’re not fucking.”
I let out a slow exhale as my eyes drop to the floor, not wanting him to see my disappointment.
“What’s your safe word?”
“But I thought we weren’t?—”
“What’s. Your. Safe. Word?” He takes a step closer to me with each word.
“Einstein,” I blurt out.
His head tilts as if he’s confused, and the words spill out of me. “An ex used to call me that, and I hated it. If I willingly say that, you know there’s a problem.”
“Got it.”
“I’m not sure how much Alyx told you about my situation?—”
“I read over your survey. I’m familiar with your hard and soft limits. Your safety is my biggest concern. I will not cause you any harm, but make no mistake, I will test your boundaries and push their limits. If at any time you need me to stop, use your safe word. You have all the power here.”
“I understand,” I say determinedly. Straightening my spine, I open my mouth, but he cuts me off.
“Go stand in front of the cross with your back to me,” he commands, making it obvious the scene has begun.
A shiver runs through me at his tone, and before I even realize it, I’m following his direction. “Now what?” I ask shakily.
“Now you’re going to shut your mouth and do as I tell you.You’re not going to speak unless I ask you a question. You’re not going to move unless I command it. Nod if you understand.”
I nod, and I can feel my panties getting damp. No man has ever made my body react like this.
“Good, pet,” he says, hitting the T. “Since we only have one session, I will focus on solving that problem you’re having. Now tell me, pet, is there anything else I need to know, other than your aversion to touch?”
I preen at the nickname, and I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s the overachiever in me, desperate to capture my teacher’s attention? “It’s not an aversion. I want to be touched, but for some reason, my body rejects it.”
“If you don’t like how I’m touching you, use your safe word.”
“That’s if I don’t punch you first.”
“You won’t lay a finger on me.”
“How do you know?” I ask curiously.
“Because you’ll be restrained,” he says, and I inhale a sharp breath as something flutters in my stomach. “I will prove to you that you want to be touched. That you need it. And then I’m going to make you come.” He grabs my wrist, securing it so I’m facing the cross, and then repeats the process with my other hand and feet.
“You said we weren’t going to do it.”
“I said I don’t fuck subs, but there are other ways to make you come. I also told you not to speak unless spoken to. If you disobey again, you’ll be spanked. Do I make myself clear?” he says, pinching my chin between his thick, calloused fingers.
