“Thank you, Carol,” I yelled. She opened the door back up and smiled.
“You are welcome.” She winked and shut the door behind her.
I skipped to the bench, giddy and excited. I sat down on the bench. Then stood and knelt on it. Ugh, how did he want me?
“He said sit, not kneel,” I said to myself then adjusted back to my butt. I grabbed the blindfold and slid it over my head to take in the rest of the room. There was no sound, except from my own breathing. The boat swayed ever so slightly, but it was only noticeable when I was still. I slid the blindfold down over my eyes once more, then placed my hands in my lap and took a deep breath before blowing it out.
A knock startled me, but Marcus didn’t wait for me to grant permission, and I heard the door creak as he walked in.
“Lucinda.” His accent made my name sound more southern and playful. I hated my mother for giving me such a serious name with a silly nickname. I’d threatened to beat up kids who called me Lucy.
“You look lovely. How do you feel?”
“Good, sir.” I tried to sound mature, but it came out a little too hyper. “Excited.”
He chuckled. I felt him close to me. He took my hand and brought it up to his mouth, his lips lingering as he gave me a kiss.
Carol had said we would have no sexual contact, but the back of my hand had a direct pathway to my clit. I had to keep from rubbing my thighs together. He grunted and took my other hand and did the same thing. A quiet gasp escaped my lips, but Marcus ignored it. Thank goodness.
He placed a velvet scrunchie in my hand. “Please put this on to keep your hair out of the way.”
I tried to keep my face neutral, but apparently failed.
“Speak freely, Lucinda. I will tell you when I want you to be quiet.”
“I had my hair up and Carol told me to take it down.” I peered up at him although I couldn’t see a thing through the blindfold.
“She was correct.” He stepped away from me and spoke from across the room. “I like to watch my subs prepare for me.”
His words sent a welcome shiver up my spine. Again, this no-sexual-contact thing didn’t take into consideration that everything he said and did felt like foreplay.
Funny, I hadn’t reacted so strongly when he stood in front of me and we spoke face to face. This scene was taking a turn, and I liked the direction it was going.
Marcus took my hand and I gasped.
He moved quietly.
“I’m sorry, sweet sub; did I scare you?”
“Snuck up on me.” I giggled. “You need to wear a bell or something.”
“Now, where’s the fun in that?” The whisper caressed my ear, warm breath tickling my skin. A warm hand lifted my left wrist and secured it in the thick leather cuff, which were surprisingly light. My other hand followed suit. “How do those feel? Not too tight?”
“No, Sir.” I swallowed. “They are fine.”
“Good.” Powerful hands enveloped mine. “Stand up for me.”
“Yes, Sir.” My pulse quickened as I obeyed.
Strong fingers squeezed and settled on my hips. “Turn around and kneel on the bench.”
Behind me, he gently guided me to my knees. A wall of heat hovered near me, but not quite touching. I wanted so much to lean back into him, to feel his warmth. I sensed a slight hesitation before he moved on to his next command.
“I’m securing your hands to the post with a slipknot. Easy to get yourself out of.” He worked on my left hand and then my right. “What’s your safeword, Lucinda?”
“Red for stop, yellow for slow down.”
“That’s a good submissive.” He inhaled and exhaled at the back of my neck. Goosebumps popped up on my skin. His voice had a slight edge but remained warm and encouraging. “If you need to use your safeword at any time, I command you to do so, understand?”
