“Oh.” He laughed nervously. “Of course. I’ll be here if you need me.”
He turned and walked away again, and guilt sat like a rock in the pit of my stomach. A part of me wished I could give Levi what he wanted, but it just wasn’t possible. Now all I could hope for was a man who would treat him right.
I stepped inside the bedroom again, closing the door. My first impulse was to hit the lock, but then if things went poorly, Darcy would be trapped. I let out a breath and moved away toward the bed.
“I’ve decided you can’t punish me for doing the right thing,” Darcy snapped.
Laughing, I spun in the direction of his voice. I walked over to him, and when my cane touched his feet, I stopped. “I decide when you are punished, not you.”
“That’s ridiculous. We’re not in a BDSM relationship.” The edge of excitement in his voice was detectable, even if it was well hidden. Someone with sight might not have noticed the difference at all.
“Aren’t we?” I teased with a chuckle. “You of all people know that you don’t have to be into a full-on whips-and-collars BDSM relationship to spank someone and tie them up.”
“Is that what’s going to happen?” he whispered. “Are you going to tie me up andspankme?”
“And more.” I waved my hand at what I assumed was the wardrobe, if I had my location right. “Inside my bag there are a few things I want you to retrieve for me. It has a leather handle, and Levi says it’s red.”
“What things?” The suspicion in his tone made me laugh harder.
“Open it. You’ll find them there.”
He huffed, and the sound of his bare feet on the wooden floorboards reached my ears. I waited until I heard the gasp, then grinned widely. “Is this… a blindfold?”
“Bring everything back over here,” I ordered.
He grumbled but reached me again, nudging me with the items I’d told him to retrieve, including rope, the blindfold, condoms, and lube. I took everything from him and walked to the bed, dropping my goodies on the mattress.
“Lie across here.” I kept my voice even and dominant, leaving no room for argument; although, he wouldn’t be Darcy if he didn’t fight back, and that was what I enjoyed about him.
“I’m not a child.”
“Do you tie up children often?” I smirked at him. “I gave you an order, Darcy. Lie on the bed on your front. Put your hands behind your back and raise your feet in the air.”
“What are you going to do if I don’t?”
“Do you want to find out?” My hand tightened around my cane until it hurt.
There was silence for a long, drawn-out moment before he sighed and the mattress squeaked. The quiet “yes” that carried to me had me grinning. I stepped forward and reached out to feel his legs in the air like I’d instructed him. I patted him to let him know I was happy with him before I slid onto the bed on my knees.
“Now, I want you to listen carefully.” I caressed my hand over the back of his thigh, tickling the tips of my fingers across his skin. “I never want to hurt you permanently, sweet prince, so during sex like this, I’ll ask you how you’re feeling. There are three answers to this question. Green, which means you’re happy to continue and are enjoying it. Yellow, which means you’re okay to continue, but I should be prepared to stop if you start feeling uncomfortable. And red, which means you no longer wish to play. If you want to stop before I ask you the question, I want you to say red three times. Am I clear?”
The tension in the air was charged, and the muscles under my hand were tightly strung. For a second I thought he’d fight against me, but then he simply said, “Yes.”
“Good.” I leaned forward and placed a kiss on his cheek, close to his ear. His breath quickened and my cock hardened. He was so pliable, while also fighting against me. He wasn’t happy, or at least, he didn’t want it to seem like he was, but I knew better. The way his leg quivered under my touch said otherwise. “Now you’re going to know what it’s like to be me.”
I felt around on the bed until I found the blindfold and placed it over his eyes, touching the bottom to make sure it was positioned correctly.
“Tell me what you see now,” I whispered into his ear, then traced the shell with my tongue.
He shivered. “Nothing. It’s black.”
“Yes, it is.” I scraped my fingernail down his spine, over the small bumps, until I reached his ass, where I laid a quick slap on his cheek.
He gasped and jerked forward.
“How are you feeling?” I asked, testing the waters.
“Green,” he murmured without hesitation.
