Taking a step closer to her, I thread my fingers through her hair and lightly tug from behind, pulling her head back and exposing her neck to me. Leaning down, I lick and nip on the sensitive area below her ear. She plays with my hair at the base of my neck, lightly stroking as she purrs with pleasure. As I reach her ear, I take her earlobe between my teeth and cold chills flash down her arm.
I murmur in her ear, “Take some time, look around the house, and make yourself at home. There’s nothing I have that is off limits to you—feel free to look in every crack and crevice. The staff quarters are not in the main house and they’re all finished for the evening. Some of your clothes have already been brought over, along with your car.”
She smiles like I’ve just given her the keys to the kingdom and excitedly hurries off to explore. Funny, I feel much the same way since I know what tonight holds for us. I’m anxious to get started but I won’t rush her. Once she’s finished her exploration of the house, she will find her way to the playroom when she’s ready. That’s the room I will be waiting in, with the scene set up with nothing but her pleasure in mind.
As I climb the stairs, I hear her on the first floor opening and closing doors, pulling open drawers, and making little squealing sounds as she finds something she likes. It makes me smile and makes me want to give her so much more. She never asks for anything, tries to avoid taking anything, and profusely thanks me for anything I do for her. Tonight, she will beg me to do more, but for very different reasons.
The playroom is the same size as the rest of the bedrooms, but its contents are much different. I tend to go for originality rather than conformity, so the theme of my room is not like a basement dungeon at all. I prefer the finer things, and even though thewhishof a flogger or thecrackof a bullwhip against my lover’s skin excites me, I don’t want anything overly abrasive on her, either.
Walking contradiction, that’s me.
All the furniture in this room has been custom made per my specifications. The bed is centered on the back wall with the restraints connected to the wall and the footboard. The mattresses are extra firm—too firm for me to sleep on—but their purpose isn’t for sleeping. There’s a custom designed padded cross that locks into place in three different positions, a spanking horse, and a four-point sling stand. One wall is lined with an assortment of paddles, floggers, handcuffs, ropes, and several other necessities. The walls are painted a warm shade of amber and the lighting gives a sensual glow to the room.
After preparing the spanking horse, I choose the flogger with the multiple suede tails. I turn the sheets on the bed down and arrange the handcuffs for easy access. I’m waiting forMy Angelto join me so we can get started with the part of this relationship that scares her. This will help to seal her trust in me, and it’s safe to say, it will also bring us even closer.
I hear the click of the doorknob as it turns and she walks in, cautiously peering around the door as her eyes search for me. Once our eyes lock, she unconsciously licks her lips and I feel my cock twitch. While arranging the furniture, I unbuttoned my shirt and took my shoes off. The heat from her eyes is searing my skin as she drinks in my bared chest.
“Close the door, Sophia,” I direct as I keep my eyes locked on hers. She does as she’s told and then steps fully into the room. “Do you know what that is?” I ask as I incline my head toward the spanking horse.
“I think so. I’ve been strapped to one before, but it didn’t look exactly like this one,” she says as she runs her hands over the soft, padded leather. “It was scratchy wood and it gave me splinters. I didn’t like it,” she says ruefully.
“You won’t get any splinters from this one, love. It’s very soft and very comfortable. Your hands and feet will be bound, but if it becomes too overwhelming for you, just use the safe word and I will stop immediately.
“Your safe word that tells me to stop is ‘heartbeat.’ Use it, and I will stop in a heartbeat. I will also use a different type of binding this time so we can untie it quickly, if needed. Trust me.” It’s both a command and a request that Sophia seems to instantly understand.
Speaking of heartbeats, I can see her pulse increasing rapidly as the vein in her neck jumps in anticipation. She’s still rooted to the same spot as when she first came into the room. I’m patient to a fault. It’s an inherent part of me, much like being a Dom is. She needs a moment to process everything in front of her and what she knows is coming with the spanking horse. Part of her is excited to experience it with me and part of her is terrified to experience it at all.
“It’s time, Sophia,” I command. “Show me what’s mine.”
She nods and begins to undress. I watch as she removes her shirt and her bra. She hesitates for a few seconds before reaching behind her and unzipping her skirt. Her hesitation is only meant to heighten the anticipation, make me want her more, and to an extent, delay my gratification as long as possible. She’s not doing this in a rebellious way—she just wants to extend the time for my viewing pleasure as a gift to me. It’s one of the ways she gives all of herself to me.
She deliberately takes her time pushing her skirt over her hips and down her legs. Remaining as still as a statue, with my arms crossed across my chest and my feet hips-width apart, I relish in the show she’s putting on for me. She intentionally left her G-string on so that she could take more time to languidly roll it down her legs. When she finishes, she stands up straight and waits for her next command.
I smirk at her, one corner of my mouth quirking up in a half-smile as I take in her beauty. Uncrossing my arms, I stride closer to her and stop at the halfway mark. “Come to me,My Angel.”
Quickly walking to me, she lowers her eyes when she reaches me and then seems to remember because she immediately looks back up at me. “Relax, love. You can look down when you need to. Your eyes belong to me any time I’m pleasuring you in any way. Other than those times, you can look wherever you’re most comfortable.”
“Thank you, Dom, for explaining what you want me to do,” her tone holds both admiration and relief in it. The memories of the abuse from her former partner still have a hold on her.
Stroking her cheek with the back of my hand, I lean in and kiss her gently. “Always, love,” I promise her. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes, Dom,” she responds without hesitation.
“That’s my girl.” Taking her hand, I lead her to the spanking horse. “Get into position,” I gently command and wait.
Sophia moves into position, putting her knees on the padded step and stretching her arms over the top to the other side of the bench where I’ve attached the wrist restraints. I watch her carefully to see whether she will put her wrists in the restraints. Without being told, she slips her hands in up to her wrists and waits for me to tighten them.
Pulling the strap, I tighten the padded wrist restraints and check to make sure they’re not too tight on her. “I’m not restraining your feet this time,My Angel. Unless you give me reason to, that is. Keep still for me.”
“Yes, Dom.”
Her bottom lip is quivering and her eyes are squeezed shut. Her first lesson is coming up as I select the black ping-pong paddle from its place on the wall. It’s wider than most, so it covers more area. One side is covered with leather and the other side with fleece. Pain and pleasure is wrapped up in one package.
She doesn’t realize it yet, but one of her fears is about to be annihilated. She is about to see that I can give her what no other man can. I can take her to heights so high, she will never come down again. She will beg me, and I will give her what she needs every time.
“My Angel, we are starting with this because you need to know that you can trust me with every little thing that concerns you. This is about pleasure, trust, and need—yours. My job is to make sure that you are pleasured beyond the limits that you can stand,” I lower my voice an octave and let my words settle into her mind. “Pleasure through pain at times, but pleasure nonetheless. Are you ready?”
Sophia nods.
