He looks soearnest. I hope he knows what he’s in for.
“Very well. Let’s begin.”
“Do we really need to have a formal meeting in your office? I thought we already talked about things you liked and things I wanted to try.”
Thatcher’s earnest confusion softens me a bit, and I remember Misha’s warning.
“This isn’t a stranger at the club, moya tsaritsa. This is Teddy’s best friend. He’ll be in our lives forever, at every family gathering and birthday party for the children. Don’t forget that he’s used to being the user in his relationships, not the used.”
“I wanted us to have a chance to go over the document you filled out for me, and to make sure you didn’t have any questions about mine.” The list of activities I sent him was abbreviated from the boilerplate version I usually send my submissive partners, but I figured it’s better to start small with Thatcher since he doesn’t have any experience in the kink world. “It would have been awkward to have you fill out a sex questionnaire, then fuck you without us talking about it, don’t you think?”
My smile reassures him, tension leaving his shoulders as he relaxes. “It was a shorter list than I was expecting.”
“I only included my favorites. Do you have any questions? I have a few for you, but I want you to go first.”
He pulls a piece of paper from his pocket and clears his throat.Cute.“This might be the only time I’ve ever been excited about homework.” He laughs, and I want toeat him alive.“First, regarding the tying me up…the shibari, the list called it? I googled it, and some of the designs were intense.”
“Mm-hmm.” I give him my most encouraging look. He needs to learn now that he has to ask if he wants to know.
“What, uh…What do you like about it, and what do you think I would like about it? Is it about pain? I saw that further down the list. And would it cause any injuries that would affect me playing hockey?”
He’s got a pen in his hand now, ready to take notes, and I make a mental note to reward him for being such a good student. For the first time, it’s endearing to have an inexperienced submissive, and I’m proud he came prepared.
“Those are all very good questions. I’d like to answer the latter two before the former. In no way will Ieverinjure you. If that happened, it would be a fluke, some element of our scene beyond my direct control. For example, if I have you suspended from the ceiling and a structural beam of this mansion fails, then I suppose you could sustain an injury. But so would the architect who signed off on the blueprints.”
He relaxes a bit more, and I hate that he thought I wanted to hurt him.Well, I do.But only so he can come harder than he ever has, and to relieve the tension between my shoulders. I’d neverinjurehim.
“So no. Certainly no injuries. I’ve never had a submissive with anything more than a rope burn, and that was per their request. This leads into pain, as you said, further down the list. You may be sore from being in one position for too long, but that should fade within a day or two and not be any worse than what you might experience after a strenuous yoga class. I’ll never push your muscles past their ability to stretch, and I’ll check in often to make sure your circulation is never impaired.”
This is the part that’s harder to explain, and I hope I don’t lose him.
“As far as the pain, I do enjoy inflicting it, I won’t deny that. Unless we uncover that you’re a closeted masochist, though, the pain that I give you will be overwhelmed by more pleasure, always, and driven by what we learn that you like. It might not beimmediatepleasure, or the pleasure that you would choose, but you’ll always find the balance will ultimately tip in your favor. Does that make sense?”
Thatcher’s doing an excellent job of listening, even as his cock hardens down his thigh. If he’s interested so far…
“It does make sense. I guess I didn’t realize how much thought you’d be giving to my pleasure, to be honest. Sorry, I don’t mean to make you sound thoughtless…”
With a sigh, I come around my desk to sit in the chair beside him instead of facing him down like his boss…even though I will be, in a way, soon.
“You don’t have to be sorry for telling me how you feel or what you think. That’s a big part of the first two questions you asked me, about what we would each gain from this arrangement.”
I have his absolute attention now, beautiful eyes locked on mine as I try to explain why I am the way I am,withoutactually explaining.
“As to what I like about bondage in particular, as you may have gleaned from spending time with me, I prefer to be in control of as much of my life as possible. This is magnified during sexual encounters for me, where I prefer complete control. Bondage ensures that I know exactly how you can and can’t move, and knowing that lets me relax and enjoy myself in a way that’s very hard in my everyday life. I’ve told people before that it’s like playing chess, but with the bonus of controlling all the pieces. For me, that relieves a great deal of anxiety and allows me to connect with someone in a way that feels safe and on my terms. Shibari is a more aesthetic, intricate type of bondage that I enjoy but don’t always take the time to do. Sometimes you’ll be very simply bound.”
“Why do you—”
Ugh, he was being so good. He doesn’t need that answer. As far as I’m concerned, Misha and I can take it to our graves. I interrupt his interruption and raise a censurious brow so he doesn’t try again.
“And the infliction of pain I like is because I like it. As simple as that. Regarding what you get out of it, with the bondage…I really think it might be something that centers you. I’m in charge, and you can just float for a while and not have to think about a single thing except enduring what I give you. It’s an intense connection, and I hope you’ll enjoy it just as I do. The trust you’d have in me to give you more pain and pleasure than you think you can handle, only for you to realize you can take more than you thought you could.”
He’s quiet as we compare notes on the remaining items on the short list, and I’m impressed by his willingness to try new things. I tell him as much and ask him if he has any questions. Apparently, enough time has passed for him to regain his usual confidence because he leans into my space, stopping an inch from my lips to give his answer.
“Just one, Boss. When do we start?”
We stayed in my office a while longer that day, having a lighter-hearted conversation about my favorite flogger and how soft the jute rope I prefer is. He asked if I had any rules for him outside the bedroom, but I demurred. If he was disappointed that I just asked him to continue bonding with the men, he quickly covered it and asked if I’d punish him during a scene.Thoserules were easy to describe, and he turned beet red at the mention of maintenance spanking. I don’t plan to start too heavy with the degradation, though. Too many variables could spell disaster during a first session.
The tension was thick by the time I left for my evening meeting, and with the merger ramping up seemingly every day,it wasn’t until today that I had time to give Thatcher the attention he deserves.And to get what I deserve, too.
