I look up at him. “Not that I know of,” I admit. I don’t know anything about what I like or don’t like. This is all new. It’s a new world displayed in front of me, highlighted by red lights and kinky toys. It’s exciting, but at the same time, it’s scary.A new reality.
“That’s okay, sweet criminal.” His voice is low, almost comforting. It lacks the authority he had a minute before. It’s as if he understands. He is being sincere, willing to accommodate my inexperience. I can’t keep myself from wondering how the hell I found such a man—one who’s willing to play out all of my fantasies and has the nerve to play our little game of cat and mouse. As if the way we met was the most natural thing to him. As if our story didn’t start with a crime.
“Have you had any experience with BDSM?” he asks next, and I shake my head.
“That’s okay. We will fix that.” He kneels in front of me, taking my face in his hands. “We will take it slow, one thing at a time. I am here for you, for your pleasure, and I won’t let anything happen to you. Do you trust me?”
It’s a heavy question. One I should answer with “no.” I barely know him. Yet, I do trust him. I trust him without a second guess. I don’t even have to think about it. I know he won’t hurt me. Even when he stalked me and showed up at my work unannounced, I knew he would never hurt me. He is like a golden retriever mixed with a pit bull. All bark but no bite. Even his little “punishment” at the restaurant was focused on my pleasure.Mine.He has always focused on my pleasure. “I do,” I answer honestly.
“Good girl.” He praises me with a smile and stands. I don’t move. I know I shouldn’t move without his order. I have read enough books and watched enough porn to know the basic etiquette. I need to wait for his plan, his orders, his command.I need to be his good girl more than I need air.
Kai
“STAND.” I DON’T NEEDto say it twice. She immediately rises from her spot. She is such a good girl for me. She hasn’t argued once. For a beginner, she trusts me without regret, and that’s something I cherish.My good little criminal.
I take her hand and guide her to the cross. She allows me to mold her body into the position I need. I place her legs on each side of the cross but don’t secure her to it yet. I first reach for her hands, one by one, and secure them with the handcuffs attached to the cross. Then I do the same for her ankles. She looks at me with wide eyes, waiting for my instructions. She waits for my next move as if her life depends on it—which it doesn’t, but her pleasure does.
I walk to the toy display and grab a wand vibrator. I opt for the one that connects to my phone and doesn’t need a plug. The fewer cables we have to deal with, the better. And the toy is gentler than the other ones I own. It’s also one that is brand-new, and even though I keep everything sanitized, I prefer using brand-new equipment on new partners. Not that I am planning on any new ones after her. She doesn’t know it yet, but she is stuck with me.She is mine.I reach for the nipple clamps and opt for the ones that connect to the same app as the vibrator. Extra pleasure is always welcome, especially for my woman.
When I return to her, her eyes widen with excitement. “Do you remember your safe words, little criminal?” I ask to make sure. She nods, but that’s not enough. “Use your words,” I press.
“Yes,” she responds with hesitation. Still...not enough.
I use the paddle I grabbed last-minute from the toy wall and hit her right nipple with it. “Tell me your safe words, criminal.” I bark the order, but she stays quiet. Another smack directed to her left nipple follows. “I asked you a question.”
“Red for stop. Yellow to slow down,” she tells me. Good, but not good enough. I smack her again.
“And?” I press.
“Green to continue,” she replies quickly. She is a fast learner.
“Good girl,” I say as I grab the control panel for the cross. I make sure it’s turned on and let it fall next to the cross for now. I move to stand in front of her and stash the paddle in my back pocket. I remove my t-shirt and toss it to the ground, allowing myself more freedom of movement. Her eyes trace my tattoos and I smirk; my little criminal is not subtle at all. I grab the fabric of her panties and rip it into two pieces like I did with her t-shirt. I love ripping her clothes—it is a sense of control that is small and insignificant but all too powerful at the same time. I use the harness included with the vibrator to secure it against her pussy and turn it on, but I don’t connect it to my phone yet. I then attach the nipple clamps to her. She doesn’t argue, which I think is a good sign. I press the button until the light appears, signaling they are on. Then I reach for the control panel again. I press the button, and she turns upside down.
“What the hell?” she screams, and I start laughing. “Why the hell am I upside down?”
“Shut up, criminal. Don’t make me gag you,” I warn. She shuts her mouth instantly, and I smile in approval.Good girl.
I take my phone and open the app for the vibrator. I press to connect, but nothing happens. Fuck. I press again. Nothing. I check the vibrator. Nothing. Fuck.
“Is something supposed to happen? Or am I just going to be upside down for fucks and giggles?” she asks.
“Brat! I’m working on it,” I say as I frantically try to figure out why the vibrators are not working.
“Sure, sure. I’m waiting,” she giggles.
“You were such a good girl a minute ago. What the hell happened?” I restart my phone, hoping that will magically fix everything.
“Well, I was a good girl when I thought you knew what you were doing.”Brat. Let me fix this, and I’ll show you whether or not I know.
“I know what I’m doing!” I yell, losing my credibility by the minute. Damn it. This is not how it should go. She needs to respect me, not laugh at me. And that’s exactly what she does. She laughs.
“Sure you are, such a good boy trying to figure it out,” she teases with a smirk. And finally, the universe has decided to work with me; the vibrator connects. Just for her bratty attitude, I turn it straight to high because I will fucking teach her a lesson for playing with me. I need to get my status back. I do know what I am doing,damn it.
“Fucking God,” she screams, and I lower it.
“Good, now that we’re on the same page again,” I say with a smirk. “Be my good girl, and don’t come,” I say, turning it back up.
She moans loudly, and between rapid breaths, she asks, “How am I supposed to control that?” Oh, my sweet criminal, you have so much to learn.
