He nods approvingly, pouring water for me and what looks like scotch for himself.He hands me the glass, his fingers brushing mine deliberately.
"Nervous?"he asks, his voice gentle.
I consider lying but decide against it."A little."
"Good," he says, taking a sip of his drink."Nerves heighten the experience."
"Before we go any further, remember your safe words?"he asks.
I've been at Club Red for so long.They are drilled into me, but this is our first scene, so I appreciate that he is making sure and not assuming.
"Green means I'm good, yellow means we are approaching a limit, and red means stop," I recite them.
They go both ways.A Dom can safe word out, too, though it's rare when they are the one in control.
"Good girl."The praise sends a shiver through me.
I've never really had a praise kink, but when he tells me I've been a good girl, the throbbing between my thighs intensifies.
He reaches for a silk blindfold on the nearby dresser and lifts it, brushing it across my cheek before whispering, "Let's see how well you follow directions."
The air crackles with energy as he guides me until I'm backed up against a wall.
As I feel the silk slide over my eyes, stealing my sight, it heightens every sensation.
If this were some guy I had just met, I wouldn't feel this comfortable being blindfolded so soon.But Dante gave me his word.He told me that Gage is a good one, plus my gut says I can trust him.I hear the soft clink of metal as he gathers what he needs.Immediately, it pulls me from my thoughts.I shudder, my entire body responding to his presence.He circles me slowly, his fingertips trailing across my bare shoulder, teasing, igniting every nerve in my body.
"Skye," he murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of my ear."Breathe."
I exhale shakily, my heart pounding as he steps behind me, his hands skimming down my sides before gripping my hips, firm and possessive.
"Good girl.You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this," he says, voice thick with hunger.
My body trembles in anticipation.
"Tonight is about trust," he says."About surrender.Are you ready for that?"
I swallow, then nod."Yes, Sir."
"Good."He reaches down, brushing a strand of hair from my face."Then let's begin."
"Remove your clothes.Then, arms behind your back," he instructs.
Again, I comply, letting my clothes fall to the floor and clasping my hands behind me.
He moves behind me, and I feel the silk against my skin as he binds my wrists together.His movements are precise, deliberate, and the pressure of the binding is firm but not painful.
"How does that feel?"he asks as he secures the final knot.
I test the restraint.It's secure but not uncomfortable."Good, Sir."
"And your color?"
"Green, Sir."
"Excellent."His hand caresses my bare shoulder, a gentle touch that sends a shiver down my spine."Now, let's see if we can push that a little further."
And with that, he leads me toward where I think the bed is, and the night truly begins.