Chapter Twenty-Eight
Max
She’s a fucking vision.
It takes me much longer than anticipated to move toward her, my breath caught in my throat and my feet glued to the floor.
Fully naked, Sutton waits in the center of my private office.
Her eyes are closed, hands resting at her sides.
Her nipples, fuck me, those perfect nipples are peaked.
My mouth waters at the sight of them, and I greedily take a moment to really take her in. From that swoop of her lower belly to the curve of her hips, where they dip in just slightly on either side, begging for me to sink my hands into them. Her long legs, smooth and strong. Her hair falls in waves over her shoulders.
“You’re perfect,” I say before I realize I’ve even spoken the thought aloud.
Sutton startles and I quickly move into action. Approaching her from behind, I place a hand on her bare shoulder to build the connection between us. She instantly relaxes from my touch and my chest tightens painfully. If she ever learned the truth, she’d never relax like this in my presence again.
“I’d like to blindfold you, so that I can test your feelings toward sensory deprivation. Do you feel up to that?”
She nods, then says, “Yes, Sir.”
“Perhaps I’ll touch you; perhaps you’ll just desperately wish that I would.”The feeling would be mutual.
Her intake of air is shaky.
“Color, Sutton.”
“Green, Sir.”
I hum in acknowledgement and nuzzle her ear with my nose, hating this mask for depriving me of the contact with her skin I crave so deeply. I slip my hand into hers and lead her into the center of the attached playroom. “Take a moment to look around you. Take in what you see. The furniture, the toys on the wall, the restraints.”
As she spins slowly, looking at everything I have set up, I move to the light switch and dim the lighting as low as I can without turning it off completely. “We will have plenty of time to discuss what I have here, but for now, I want you to focus on your other senses.”
When I approach her this time, I stop behind her and lift the eye mask over her head, settling it gently over her eyes.
“I want you to be silent for this experience unless I ask you a direct question. Do you understand?”
“Green.”
I smirk. “Clever girl.” Running my hand down her back, I follow the curve of her ass, then give it a light pinch. She jerks forward, but quickly steps back into place. “I don’t want you to move, no matter what sounds you might hear. This is about trusting your Dominant to know what you need, what you like and dislike. But it is also about the trust I must have in you if we are to proceed with this relationship. I will check-in with you periodically, and that is when you will give me your color.” I step away from her slowly. “If at any time you feel yellow or red, however, and I have not asked you for a color, I want you to know that you have my permission to speak freely in those moments.” I lean back against the wall and cross my arms over my chest. “Do you understand? Say yes or no.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Sutton
Minutes pass in silence, the only sound the rhythmicwhooshingof each intake and exhale of my breath. I chew on my cheek as I wait, pulse racing, for whatever is going to happen next. I can’t sense Dominus, no matter how hard I strain to listen for his footsteps. I think maybe he’s taken off his shoes, or maybe he left the room.
My heart pounds as I consider that option. If I’ve been left alone in here, how long will he leave me?
Will someone else come in while he’s gone? Is this his room only, or does he share it with other Dominants? Good grief, I didn’t even consider that when I arrived tonight, just came in here like a good little dog and stripped down to nothing.
Anyone could have walked in!
My breath catches in my throat—
