I watched carefully as her eyes landed on a pair of red leather cuffs. She reached up and allowed her finger to graze the top of them before lifting them from the hook they rested on.
She turned and glanced in my direction with pleading eyes. I could see the anticipation was killing her.
I stood and walked over to her, gripping her wrists and positioning them where I wanted them. She watched me closely.
“Now, do you remember your safe word?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she responded with a shaky voice as her nerves were getting the better of her.
“Say it.”
“Crayon.” She said as a question, her tone lacking confidence this time..
I deliberately wrapped the leather strap around her wrist and fastened it, pulling hard to be sure it was fixed right against her skin.
“And what happens if you use that word?”
She swallowed hard before responding, saying her words softly. “If I say crayon, you will stop and the scene will end. No questions asked.”
“Good Girl,” I cooed in her ear as I aggressively pulled the strap to the last cuff.
What are the rules?
Delaney
He wrapped the leather around each of my wrists before pulling the chain that attached the cuffs together. I had no choice but to follow his lead, not that I wanted to do anything else.
When we reached the center of the room, he positioned me exactly where he wanted me and then kicked my ankles one at a time, forcing me to spread my legs to his desired width. I was confused by his antics until he reached up and grabbed a chain that hung from a metal bar that crossed over another.
When he pulled down on it, the bars lowered and began to separate, making a heavy sound of metal clicking into place. He grabbed the chain that dangled now from my cuffs and raised my arms above my head.
“Feet flat on the floor.” He demanded, securing me to the bar as he spoke.
I stood there, tied to a suspended metal bar, as I was exposed in all directions. My skin began to heat and my heart raced from the intensity of that thought. I was in such a vulnerable place physically, he could do anything he wanted to me and I wouldn’t be able to stop him. The only option I had was to trust him. And our safe word of course.
As I thought about how much I trusted this stranger in a mask, the anxiety that overwhelmed me moments ago started to dissolve.
It had only been a short time but there was something that pulled me to him. Not only physically but emotionally too. I wanted more of him. I wanted to know who he was beneath the mask he wore, beneath the skin that covered that vulnerable heart of his. I wanted to know what he hid behind his hard outer shell he created to keep safe from whatever has hurt him. Most of all I wanted to take that hurt and make it all better.
These emotions blindsided me, flooding my mind and taking over my body. I had to bottle them up and push them back. There was no way he wanted more than what we have now, which is a contractual agreement that will end soon. I have to keep reminding myself of that fact. I didn’t want to develop feelings for him but it didn’t seem like I had a choice the more we chose to play into this whole situation.
“Is this okay?” Dallas’ booming voice snapped my attention back to him as he gripped my hands and shook at the chains, testing its hold on me. I was grateful for the distraction that pulled me from my spiraling thoughts.
“Yes, Daddy,” I said, looking up and following his movements with my eyes.
He stepped back examining his handy work. I could only imagine the smirk he was likely wearing on his face. I was naked, restrained, and completely at his disposal. And suddenly needy as hell.
I tried to keep my eyes away from his, staring at everything but in his direction.
He stepped up close to where I was now tightly bound in place, running his tattooed finger across my lips, then down my chin to begin tracing small circles on the delicate skin between my breasts. Chills ran down my spine, igniting every fuse in my body at once with just one touch of his finger.
My eyes rolled back as he took my nipple in between his thumb and his finger, giving it a firm pinch. Not hard enough to inflict pain but enough to make me drip between my legs with desire.
My whole body was buzzing under his touch. He leaned into me, pressing his erection into my hip as he whispered:
“I’m going to show this greedy little cunt who owns it, but first I’m going to make you beg for it.” His hand covered my mound as he squeezed tauntingly, his tone matching his threat.
I threw my head back in anticipation of more from that hand and those fingers, but instead he yanked his hand back and stepped away from me. I watched as he walked in the direction of the closet on the other side of the room, the very same closet that I was caught red-handed snooping around inside.
