I nodded my head.
“I need you to use your words, Lucinda.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said too quickly.
It was strange, something about his touch, his tone, his commands were sending me into a floaty state that typically took me longer to achieve. It wasn’t quite subspace, but it wouldn’t take long once the impact play started, depending on what implement he used. Canes were my only hard limit. I didn’t like the marks they left or the recovery time. And other Doms didn’t really like to see another man’s marks on you.
“You are thinking awfully hard, Lucinda.” He stepped away again. “Do you have something on your mind?”
“Not really, Sir.”
He let a little growl escape his lips. I hoped he let me keep these shorts and or at least wash them before returning them because they were soaked already. It had to be the blindfold. Every sound he made sent shockwaves straight to my core.
“What were you thinking about?”
My eyes blinked behind the blindfold. I couldn’t tell him what I was actually thinking about.
Shit, Lucinda. Think.
“Uhm, what implement are you going to use? We didn’t really talk about that.”
“I have read your limit sheet and your questionnaire.” He seemed to be amused by my question, and he was playing with me. “Is it okay if I surprise you?”
His cryptic answer made me shiver.
“Don’t worry, Lucinda.” Suddenly right back in my personal space, he whispered in my ear. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
Chapter Five
Zachariah
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Exquisite.
The lines of her thin waist. The curve of her hips. The round firmness of her ass peeking out of the boy shorts I’d provided for her. Lucinda had grown into a beautiful young woman. She gripped the silk ropes securing her cuffed wrists to the bed post firmly. She subtly tested them out, for her own safety or to test my skill.
I had no doubt that by the end of our session she would understand that my expertise goes unmatched in all ways of domination. I had an advance degree in caring for my submissives. I ran my hand down the center of her back, trailing the tip of my middle finger down the little valley. She rolled her shoulders and tilted her head back and forth.
“Are you comfortable, Lucinda?” I stepped away to keep from pressing myself up against her.
“Yes, Sir.” He voice had taken on an airy quality. She would drop into subspace with not much effort, I was sure. The thought excited me. How quickly could she trust me to let herself be completely free? Another part of me didn’t want the scene to end too quickly. I wanted to experience Lucinda for as long as I could.
“Do you have any other questions, sweet sub?” I couldn’t see her face but imagined the tiny smile. The way the side of her lips curled up when she was giddy. That’s where I had her, giddy with anticipation.
“No, Sir. I’m ready.”
“Okay, no more words, darling. From now on unless I ask you a direct question or you need to use your safeword. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
Another little shudder. I wished I’d thought about placing a mirror in front of her so I could watch her expressions. Images of taking her in this position had played on loop in my brain. I couldn’t deny I wanted her, but right now, it was about taking care of my sub and giving her what she needed.
“Let me hear those screams and moans,” I added.
Her breath hitched.
