Placing my fingers on her chin, I lift her head, forcing her gaze to mine.
“I assure you, I was not. Tonight will be slightly different but I promise you, I would not do anything I think you wouldn’t like. Do you trust me, Tesoro?”
She flashes me a glare before realizing her error.
“Of course, I trust you, Knox. I just don’t understand why.”
I stroke my fingers down her cheek and try to explain because this won’t end well if she can’t willingly submit.
“When you seek permission for an orgasm, that is complete surrender. And that is what I want from you. Not a complete 24/7 power exchange. Only sometimes, when we’re alone. Idon’t simply want you to surrender to me. I fucking crave it, Tesoro. There is no greater trust and that means a lot to me. As always you can say no.”
I will never force her to do anything she doesn’t want. Besides, you cannot force submission. It can only be given freely.
“If I say yes, I can use my safe word and you won’t get mad at me?”
The damage from abuse is not quick to heal from so I have no issue reassuring her.
“You can always use your safe word, Tesoro. I swear to you, I’ll never get mad at you for taking care of yourself.”
She blows out a nervous breath.
“Okay do with me what you will, Knox.”
I kiss her on the top of her head.
“Thank you for trusting me, Tesoro. Tonight you will address me as Sir. Take your clothing off, fold it neatly and place it on the chair. Then you will kneel, eyes on the floor, legs parted while you wait for me to give you further instructions. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” She answers quickly and I take a seat in the chair on the other side of the room. I pour myself a drink while I watch her obey my every command. I take a gulp of my whiskey, not taking my eyes from her as she drops to her knees with her legs closed. I’m deciding whether or not to admonish her when she quickly parts her thighs.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
I quickly toss back the rest of my drink before setting my glass on the bedside table and rise to my feet.
Walking over to her, I stroke her hair.
“Such a good obedient girl for me, Tesoro.”
She sighs softly as if she’s relieved like she was expecting to disappoint me. Impossible.
“Stand. Keep your eyes cast downward until you’re instructed otherwise. Get on the bed.”
I take my shirt off and place it on the chair with her clothes. Then I unzip my pants and she complains.
“Oh this is unfair. You can see me but I can’t look at you? Bullshit.”
This rant was expected from her.
“Tesoro, are you intending to be disobedient?”
She throws her hand over her mouth.
“Shit. Shit. Shit. I’m sorry, Sir. I like looking at you, you’re gorgeous. I’ll behave.”
After setting my boxers and pants on the chair, I grab the black sheer stockings she removed and walk over to her.
“You may look at me, Tesoro.”
I grab her hands and pull them up to the slatted headboard and wrap the stockings around her wrists and tie them to the frame. Heather stares at me, her eyes filled with lust and I already know she’s wet for me.
