Prologue
Dawn
Kneeling on the soft,red pillow, I awaited my Master to enter the playroom. My legs were shoulder width apart, my hands laced behind my back, my head down. I was naked, my waist length hair braided off to the side, no makeup to be seen. I took deep slow breaths, kneeling in the perfect pose—the pose he loved themost.
I had been to hell and back—more than once—but I was changed for thebetter.
I was beaten down to nothing and brought back, with no idea what had been done to me. Thanks to Master, I was made whole again. I was stronger in every way; no longer the timid girl he had saved from thedarkness.
Although this was my first time in the playroom, I knew it like the back of my hand. I’d had to, so I could be ready for thismoment.
This was new, exciting, and I was already wet with arousal, waiting for the fine combination of pleasure and pain I knew would be myundoing.
The floor squeaked as he entered the room, igniting my nerves. I could feel his presence as he stepped over thethreshold.
I held my breath as soft fingers ran over my hair ingreeting.
He was hesitant, scared of causing me too much pain, but we both knew pain and pleasure went hand in hand when in the correct mind frame. I had picked out some toys that were familiar to me because we had used them in our bedroom. I had been preparing for this for weeks before we decided to come in here. I didn’t think I would have any issues. I was certainly more excited thannervous.
I had chosen a blindfold, a bullet vibrator, and some silk rope. He called them beginner’s objects numeroustimes.
“What is your safe word?” he asked softly, coming to a stop an inch in front of me. I could see his bare legs, knowing he wore only black silk boxers. I loved his nakedness, his tenderness, and everything else abouthim.
“Red,” I said, just barely more than a whisper. “Green and yellow,also.”
“Good girl,” he said, petting my hair. It was hard, but I managed not to lean into him. He ran his hands up my legs, and I moaned as he began to massage my ass cheeks almostroughly.
“Are you wet for me?” heasked.
“Always for you, Sir,” I moaned as he touched me, just between my legs, but not where I desperately wantedhim.
“Onlyfor me,” he said, slipping the tip of his pinky into my wetness. I arched into him, wantingmore.
“Please, Sir,” I moaned, wanting more as he movedaway.
“Soon,” he saidsweetly.
