I nodded and followed up with a verbal confirmation.
I was.
I was pretty sure of it.
I’d been wanting this.
I needed to find out if this was still in me or if Elise had taken it from me.
“Follow me,” she instructed.
Click. Click. Click.
9
Andrew
My dick was hard from following Mistress Tabitha’s clicking heels all the way down the hallway. They were enough of a good distraction to keep my mind from wandering anywhere it didn’t need to be. With my heart pounding, I stepped into the room at the end of the hall.
This room was often left free of much furniture. Impact tools lined one of the walls, and there was a counter beneath with various toys and objects. The room had a black leather loveseat along the opposite wall and a wooden chair in the center of the room. For those who were looking for a creative session with little furniture, this was the room.
Tabitha gently closed the door and came to stand in front of me. She stared into my eyes for a moment before speaking.
“Red is your safe word, Andrew. Use it if you start to feel overwhelmed. There’s no shame in that. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress Tabitha.”
“I will not harm you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress Tabitha.”
“All right, Andrew. Remove your shoes and clothes. Set them on the loveseat and then kneel on the floor in front of the chair,” she instructed.
“Yes, Mistress Tabitha,” I replied and turned to walk toward the loveseat.
My heart pounded as I removed all my clothes. This would be the first time Tabitha had seen me naked since the stabbing. I took my time and folded my t-shirt and jeans, then set them on the loveseat. I put my socks on top of my boots and took a deep breath before I turned around. I could feel her eyes on me as I walked toward the place where I was asked to kneel. Out of a nervous habit, I reached up and touched my necklace…
Shit! My necklace!
I froze on the spot and looked down. Elise hated this necklace. I thought, overall, she hated men wearing necklaces. She’d made fun of Brandon for wearing the fabric necklace that signified to other Tops that he wasn’t to negotiate alone.
“Andrew,” Mistress Tabitha called out. I brought my head up and looked at her. I could see concern and questions on her face.
“I forgot to take this off,” I explained. I reached behind my neck, and my fingers fumbled to find the clasp. I turned to take the necklace to the loveseat and put it in the pocket of my jeans.
“Andrew, stop.”
I stopped mid-stride and turned around to look at her, my fingers still on the clasp.
“Yes, Mistress Tabitha?”
“What are you doing?”
“I’m taking off my necklace. You instructed me to remove everything.”
Click.
Click.
