“No, not even as a child, but I’ve been beaten. I’d like to say I got in a few life altering blows in retaliation.”
His hand drifts to my nape sending sparks right down the length of my spine, turning me to look at him. “I have no doubt about that, Anna.” He removes his hand from my body, and I miss his touch immediately. He strokes a long flogger. “Do you know what this is?”
I nod. “I’ve seen them on the internet, read about them, but never actually touched one or have been touched by one.”
He takes the one in front of us down. Just the way it looks in his huge hands causes a thrill of desire to snake down the length of my spine. “Run your hands down its length. See how this one feels thick? If done correctly, a flogging with this can feel better than a top end massage.”
My eyes widen, surprised. “Does it hurt?”
“Not if the person wielding it doesn’t want it to hurt. Do you like pain, Anna? Is that what you’re looking for?” he asks, making me nervous as those dark eyes keep me pinned with his stare.
I shake my head. “God no, I mean, is that what you want? I’m so sorry if you thought that’s what I wanted. I didn’t intend to be misleading, but I thought that…”
His hand snakes around me so fast that I don’t know what’s happened until he cradles my neck and has me drawn so close to his body that I can smell the fresh scent of his soap. “I’m not looking for a pain partner, Anna. Some women use pain to take their power back. I needed to know. I like control, in everything, but I will not give you anything that you cannot bear or do not want. Unless of course you break one of my rules, in which case you’ll get a spanking that you deserve.”
My mouth gapes. “That hardly seems fair since I have no rules.”
His lips curl. “The rules will be specific to you, and I’ll create them as we go. You can agree or not. How does that sound?”
I nod. “Better, far fairer. I want every chance in the world to keep those paddles away from my ass.”
His deep low gravelly laugh surprises me, maybe because he looks too dangerous to laugh. He puts the flogger back on the wall. “For another day, perhaps.”
My hopes fall. Maybe I said something that caused him to change his mind about playing with me. But his eyes meet mine as though he can read my thoughts. “Settle your mind, Anna. Theirs’s no rush. We do things in my time. I’ll decide when you’re ready.”
I swallow through my nerves, but everything south clenches with anticipation as he leads me to a four-poster queen sized bed with a crimson, gold and black comforter and gold drapes hanging from the top of the bed, down each post and draping to the black marble floor.
But he doesn’t touch me sexually, just a gentle hand on my arm, assessing me with those intense dark eyes that make me burn with desire the longer his eyes meet mine. “This is your safespace, and there are security precautions in place to protect you. But you need to be aware of them, and of your options, too.” He sits on the side of the bed and draws me to sit next to him. His thigh grazes mine and I swear it makes my heart jump a beat.
He turns his head upward and gestures to four cameras, one in each corner. “The cameras are for your protection only. If at any time you do not feel comfortable with them or anything that I do, for any reason you will tell me that, in spoken words. Are you familiar with safe words?”
I swallow, half disbelieving that I’ve really allowed a stranger to bring me into the playroom, instead of staying out in the open area. But this desire, the one that’s been here for years, only explored by searching the internet and reading books is something I’ve always wanted to experience first-hand. For no one else but me, and this man for whatever reason, makes my blood race with desire and I want to learn with him. “Yes, but maybe not the ones you’d like me to have.” I close my eyes. He is probably sorry he brought such a novice into the playroom.
His eyebrow arches. “Red, yellow, green, perhaps those are the ones you’ve read about?”
I nod, my heart racing at my inadequacy. Maybe this was a mistake. But he asked and I will be truthful. “I know just what I’ve read about. Those are the generic ones and that sometimes couples make their own up, too.”
Mr. D assesses me intently. “What would you like your safe word to be for stop immediately? Any word with the exception of stop.”
My eyebrow knits. “Why not stop?”
His lips curl. “If my tongue is on your clit and you’re about ready to come, and you say stop, do you really want me to stop?”
“No,” I whisper on an excited breath. “No, I most certainly would not.”
His eyebrow arches. “Safe word for stop now, what would you like it to be?”
I can get behind this. When I read about needing a safe word for stop a long time ago it seemed silly, like stop means stop, but explained like that, I’m fully invested in finding another one. “Would it be okay if we just used the generic ones? Red, yellow, and green for now?”
He said we weren’t in a hurry, and maybe that means he wants to see me again.Don’t get ahead of yourself, Anna.Once he sees how inexperienced you are in this way, he’ll probably be the one running for the hills to find someone who can play with him on his level.
Mr. D shifts on the bed. “I think that’s perfectly fine, Anna. We should discuss your limits. What you desire, what you would be willing to try in the safety of this room, and what you absolutely do not want to do or try at all.”
My heartbeat speeds, racing as I think about the numerous things I’ve read in books, and seen on the internet but mostly what I saw on the floor. “I like it when the man and woman were together as a couple, instead of the groups of three and more. I definitely liked the man behind.”
He smirks, and my cheeks heat as desire grows between my legs. “I’ve never been in this situation so other than hurting me or restraining me with anything I am willing to try what you suggest. I’ll tell you right away if I’m uncomfortable.”
Mr. D’s eyes soften for a moment, or maybe it’s just my imagination. “Pain and restraints, both hard limits,” he says, without asking for an explanation. “Done.”