Vaughn glances at me and I see that he’s holding back because of me. I reach up and take his hand. “I’m a big girl. If it’s too much for me, I’ll say so. We’ll still be friends.”
He squeezes my fingers before he looks over at Shaw. “I need impact. Lots of it, but I don’t want Brooklyn to think she needs to get involved if it makes her uncomfortable.”
“What’s your flavor?” Shaw asks.
“Dealer’s choice.”
I look at Shaw as his gaze falls to the floor. His throat bobs as he rocks his head a little. He’s thinking.
“What do you want?” I ask him.
He rocks some more, a scowl drawing his features together. “I’d need a clone of myself to do it all, but considering the circumstances, I think we need to warm you up. I think you need to watch. I heard everything you said and I have your whole checklist locked up in the brain vault. I won’t push your hard limits, but I think we need to at least get you into the shallow end. Can you trust me with that? Can you trust me to course correct if you’re not feeling it? I do want to tie you up, just your arms and tits. I’d also love to gag you, but we’ll work up to that.”
I think about it for a moment. If anything goes wrong, I can still run away and activate my phone with my face. Not that I think we’ll get there, but a girl can never be too safe.
“Yeah, we can do that.”
“Good. Vaughn, tell Brook your safe word,” Shaw says as he stands. He heads back to the large cabinet.
Vaughn gives my hand a little tug and helps me to my feet. “I use yellow when I need to slow down and red when I need to stop. Shaw will check in with you periodically. It’s good practice to use green when you’re good to continue. It forces your brain to slow down.”
“Okay. Green, yellow, red. I got it.”
Shaw comes back with two bundles of black-and-yellow rope hanging over his shoulder and a large dildo in his hand. He holds it out for me. “Good size?”
The thing is solid black and maybe ten inches long. It’s thicker than a Coke can around. It’s bigger than any toy I own. I know I can walk this back and ask for something smaller. Plus, I’ve already had Vaughn’s long dick inside me earlier that day. I shrug. “Let’s do it.”
Shaw lightly takes my chin and tilts my head up so I’m looking him right in his dark-brown eyes. “We’re about to start. And there’s one thing you need to know. We have rules in this room, if you’re going to play with me.”
I don’t know what it is about his sudden change of voice, but the gentle thunder in it, which I know he’s adapted just for me, goes straight to my clit.
“You need to show me a little more respect, when you’re here with me. It’s yes, Shaw or yes, sir. Okay?”
I think about telling him to stick his sir up his ass, but my whole pussy is blooming at his words. My imagination can see the full potential of tonight. The intense authority in Shaw’s voice is getting me exactly where I need to be. I swallow again, looking up into his eyes, before I nod. “Yes, Shaw.” I manage to squeak out.
“Good girl.” He leans down and kisses me before he pulls back, drawing his thumb along my lower lip. I actually moan at the small action. Shaw smiles.
“Vaughn,” He hands over the rope. “Make her look nice and pretty for me.”
“Yes, sir. Come here.” Vaughn takes my hand and walks me over to another bench against the wall right below some small coat hooks.
“I’m going to take off your clothes. Are you wet?”
“Yes. Do I have to call you sir?” I ask as he pulls my t-shirt over my head. He hangs it on one of the hooks, then turns back for my bra.
“No, Vaughn works just fine. Unless you want to come up with a nickname for me.” He pulls down my pants and my underwear together, offering his shoulder for balance as I step out of them.
“I like Vaughny,” I say quietly.
“I do too.” My heart flutters a bit when he winks at me. “I’m going to bind your arms behind your back and lift your breasts. It’s for restraint, not pain. If you want it tighter, we can do that.”
I let out a deep breath. We are really doing this. “Okay.” Vaughn is quiet as he goes to work. I stand still as he very gently puts my arms into place, giving me a sense of what their final position will be. It’s odd, but not uncomfortable. I focus on breathing as he makes his way around me in small, intentional circles, looping the rope over my shoulders, between my breasts and around my wrists. He takes his time and, once he’s done, I’m starting to get it. He’s run the rope on either side of my breasts, then loops it around so a strip of the woven nylon is running on either side of my now-hard nipples. The rope is softer than I expected. Its silky fibers feel great against my skin.
He steps back and looks over his handy work.
“How are we doing?” Shaw says as he steps behind me. “Is she suitable for the bow of my ship?” For some reason, I don’t turn my head. Feeling the fabric of his jeans brush against my ass is enough.
“Ready for your inspection, sir,” Vaughn says.
