“Good girl,” he praises me. I feel like I’m floating, weightless and buoyant, as he brings his other hand to my face and gently strokes my cheek.
44
ERROL
Finn’s is dead when I first get in, which feels like a bad omen. I push that thought out of my head as I sit on the last barstool with a spiral notebook, thinking about how I want Ran to reward me —and trying not to think about what he’s going to come up with if I don’t hit my goal. I know he didn’tcallit a punishment, but that’s how my brain has categorized it.
At first, I think my imagination is just broken, because I can’t come up with anything. When the most random flash of inspiration strikes, I scribble down my first idea with a grin. If Ran will really do whatever I want, I’m going to take full advantage of this crazy idea of his. That first idea sets off a brainstorm, and I scribble furiously for a few minutes. By the time I hear the door opening and look up to see Bruce shambling in, I’ve got almost a page of ideas.
I shut the notebook, making sure to stash it carefully with my jacket. Lord knows if anybody got an eyeful of that, I’d be so mortified I’d have to leave town. Or maybe the state. Or the country.
After closing, when I’m wiping down the bar, another thought hits me.
Oh, no. I couldn’t… Ran did sayanythingI wanted, though. I retrieve the notebook and add one more line. Reading it over again, I feel my cheeks heat.
I also feel a surge of motivation.
Ithink about just leaving the notebook on the kitchen table so Ran will find it. But my curiosity and trepidation win out, so I just hand it to him. I want to see his response. I need to see if there’s anything in his eyes that says I’ve overstepped, or asked for too much, or revealed… I don’t know. Some dark, hidden wish he didn’t already know about and that could scare him off. I don’treallythink that would happen at this point, but I can’t completely extinguish the fear.
From the look Ran gives me, I think he might be a little nervous, too. We’re standing in the kitchen, morning light pouring through the window and the smell of coffee in the air. His eyes skim down the page. A couple of times, he flashes a lascivious grin. So far so good. I glance down. Wish I knew if any of these were getting him hard. I watch until his eyes drop down. He must be near the end.
And that’s when his eyebrows start to go up —and keep going. He lets out a chuckle. “Well, damn, Babydoll,” he mutters. “If this is what you want… I’ll see you and raise you.”
45
AARYN
Iread over the line in Errol’s slanted handwriting:I want to feel like a pet. I want to feel owned.Just imagining him writing it down sends a kick of arousal into my cock. I’m tempted to jerk off, but I want to wait. Besides, it seems only fair, given that Errol spent today —by choice —with the cage on.
When I gave him the option after we cleaned up last night, he gave me that cute little eyelash flutter of his and bit his lip. The way he begged for it in a whisper was so hot that I was half-hard again by the time I locked his dick back up.
Since I got myself all horny thinking about it, I’m especially happy to hear Errol say he hit his goal for today when he got home. I tell him I want to start in the bedroom instead of the playroom. When he’s naked and kneeling in front of me, the mix of anticipation and apprehension in his eyes helps me squash down my worry that I won’t live up to his expectations.
I reach into the dresser drawer where I stashed tonight’s surprises. When Errol’s eyes light up at the sight of the collar in my hand, I breathe an inward sigh of relief. “I hope you don’t mind that I went for red. I like the way this color looks on you,” I tell him. I run my fingers over it as I step behind him and fasten it around his neck. “Is that too tight?”
“N-no — it’s good.” His voice is hushed.
When I pull out the leash, the chain jangles against itself. Errol’s tongue slips out to run across his upper lip. He lifts his chin up for me so I can reach the D-ring at his throat.
After I attach the leash, I hold up another chain. This one is slender and Y-shaped with clips on all three ends of it. It’s small and delicate enough to look more like jewelry than some kind of bondage gear. I’m a little apprehensive about this because I had to DIY this contraption.
I have to remember to tell Errol afterwards that I actually ventured into the hardware store to get the components for this. He’ll get a kick out of that. There’s a little smile playing at the corners of my mouth as he looks at it with curiosity.
“Stick your tongue out for me, baby,” I say. When he does, I carefully unscrew the top ball on the piercing there, replacing it with a ball that has a little ring running through it. It’s wild what you can find on the far reaches of the internet.
Errol makes a low sound of surprise, which makes me grin as I pick up the slender chain again. I take the clips on each of the two top points of the Y and attach them to the rings running through his nipples.
I give the chain a couple of light, experimental tugs. I’m rewarded with a rumble low in his throat. “Thass —” He stops after a syllable. I watch his cheeks flush as he realizes that the addition of a ring to the ball screwed into the top of his tongue barbell makes talking difficult.
I can’t hold back a smirk “About that —” I give the chain clipped to his nipple rings another, sharper tug and hold the clip on the bottom of the chain’s Y shape in front of his face.
The instant his eyes widen with realization, I chuckle. “Put your tongue out for me again.”
I attach that end of the chain to the ring, watching carefully, praying I didn’t fuck up the measurements. There’s just enough slack in the chain that he can wiggle his tongue, but if he tries to pull it back into his mouth, the chain will pull painfully on his nipple rings. Errol’s eyes widen as he tries to do just that. He lets out a whimper, followed by an unintelligible mumble.
“What’s that, Babydoll? It’s too short? Oh, I know.” I snicker. “This is how I want you.”
I remember something and catch his chin gently, tipping his face up. “You need to tap out, you can unclip it, or just give whatever part of me you can reach two quick swats in a row. OK?”
