“Yes, Sir,” I said, keeping my voice quiet so it didn’t seem so loud in the room as another strike of lightning lit up the sky outside the window.
We stood in the bedroom, the lights dimmed to set the mood of what we were about to do. I craved this, and he knew that. He felt the same thing, I was sure of it by the way he had been looking at me all day long
We were like two souls reaching for one another every second of the day.
We had gone over what would happen earlier this morning after Zachariah had asked to make sure this was what I truly wanted. He had said he’d be happy with just playing around in bed like we have been so far but I wanted more. Ineededmore. He had to understand that. Wasn’t he a man that desired to have power? Wasn’t he a man that wanted me to submit to him?
I could see it on his face. I wasn’t going to force him to give up something he needed. We could come to a compromise.
“I won’t use any pain toys on you,” he went on, repeating what we had already discussed. His voice was smooth and warm like a warm summer’s day. I would never tire of him talking to me. “With your fair skin, I don’t want to leave lasting marks, but I will use rope and silk ties. They work just as well, if not better, than other things that I do have here.
“To start, I want you to place your hands behind your back.” His voice held a tone to it that demanded my complete obedience.
I did as he commanded. His voice alone made my core clench in need.
“I’m going to tie this rope around your wrists and hands,” he said, letting me see the brown rope he held in his hands. I knew he wouldn’t do anything I was uncomfortable with. “It won’t be tight.”
I nodded my head, speechless, as he moved behind me and wrapped the rope just tight enough around my lower arms down to my wrists. The rope was soft against my skin, made for this purpose. I had enough slack to move my elbows out slightly, I felt anything but caged in. I felt ecstatic that he was finally willing to give this a try.
“Color?” Zachariah asked as he finished making a knot to secure the rope from falling.
“Green, Sir,” I answered, testing the bond.
“Perfect,” he said, looking over his handiwork as he walked back in front of me.
Unlike me, Zachariah had a pair of boxer briefs on while I stood in front of him naked as the day I was born. I noticed that his light gray boxers were slightly tented as my eyes roamed his well-built frame. I couldn’t help but lick my lips at the thought of him.
“See something you like?” he asked, a glint in his eyes.
“Always,” I whispered out, my voice breathy.
“Kneel,” he ordered after a moment.
Slowly, I dropped to my knees before him as he helped to steady me by placing a hand on my arm. I couldn’t help but look up at him, my eyes dark with need. My breasts jiggled slightly at the movement.
“Perfect, Kitten,” Zachariah said, running a hand down my hair with affection. My stomach filled with butterflies as I leaned into his touch.
He took a step away from me and I wanted to whine at the loss of his touch. I craved him; craved anything he’d give me.
Without a word, he dropped his boxers, letting them fall to the floor in a pile before using his foot to kick them out of the way. I watched with a watering mouth as he slowly stroked his cock, causing it to harden and lengthen as he watched me.
“I do love you tied like this,” he groaned out. By his tone of voice, I knew his words were true. “What do you think?”
I lifted my eyes to his, not sure how to respond to that statement. I did like it, in a way. It certainly could take a bit more time to get used to the feeling of being at his mercy, but I did enjoy being at the mercy of this man. He owned me as much as I owned him.
“I want you,” I muttered, ignoring the blush that took over my face as my words. I did want him. More than anything.
“You already have me, my sweet,” Zachariah said, his voice filled with love. I could feel the love for me from his one heated look.
We were meant to be here; I could feel it in my gut.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked as though he was afraid to push me. Was he afraid that I wouldn’t be able to handle this? Or was he afraid that he’d take it too far and scare me? Neither was possible. I wanted to know what he felt, how he saw this from his point of view. I wanted to know why people liked to give control over to the man, who happened to be a Dom. I just wanted to understand it all, and to do so, I had to take part in it.
“Don’t you dare back out,” I growled out through clenched teeth. All the teasing all day long was about to make me combust.
“Calm down, Kitten,” he laughed.
“I’m not a cat,” I hissed out.
