A chill rolled up my spine as I opened the message.
My dearest Pet,
Up for a play date this coming Saturday?
If you are, and you’re willing to turn over complete control, I am ready to take you to heights you’ve never seen before, but it’s going to take trust.
Sir
My stomach dropped so fast, it was quite dizzying.
I grabbed the charger and walked across the room to my bed, the email still glowing on my screen.
Trust?
More than I’d ever given him?
My chest tightened. I’d already trusted him with so much. Hell, I didn’t even know who he was and he’d tied me up, flogged, spanked me, and fucked me every which way and back again. He had my surrender, my silence, my submission.
What more could he possibly want?
My knees hit the edge of the mattress and I sat, everything closing in. It was too quiet. I pressed my palm to my sternum as I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breath.
His message played on replay, his words from our last session. How every time I didn’t think I could come again, he proved me wrong, again and again.
Up for a play date?
Complete control.
Trust.
Sir did have impeccable timing.
I took a deep breath and pictured myself on my knees, in front of my master last week. I’d been bound, my hands behind my back, my body already trembling from everything he’d wrung out of me that night. He’d been in a black leather mask that covered all his facial features except his eyes. His dark, piercing eyes I couldn’t quite determine the color with the way the dim lights in the room were. He’d given me a small ball to hold in my hand since I’d lost the ability to use my safe word as soon as he shoved his cock down my throat. Sucking dick had always been a chore before, an obligation. It was expected.
But with him?
God.
I’d wanted it. My mouth had watered the moment he’d unzipped his pants and pulled his beautiful cock out. Need had made my thighs shake.
By the time he’d untied me from the D-ring in the ceiling, after a thorough flogging and two vibrator-induced almost orgasms he refused to let me tip over, my body was nothing but nerve endings and need. Then he bound my hands behind my back again and commanded me to my knees.
His fist twisted in my hair. His other hand guided himself to my lips. And then?—
One heartbeat it was my master holding me down on him, his grip punishing, my tears blurring the edges of his mask.
The next heartbeat the mask was gone.
And Mr. Reid was there.
I gasped. My eyes flew open, and my phone slipped from my hand, clattering onto the floor.
“Oh, lord,” I whispered into the empty room, heat flooding my face, my chest, my entire body.
This wasn’t good.
This wasn’t good at all.
