“Does it scare you… Rachel?” he asks tilting his head to the side.
“No.”
“Have you been tied up before?”
“Yes.”
“Do you like being tied up?”
“Yes.”
He looks me up and down and studies my face. “How many times have you done this?”
“Just once.” My lips pinch together.
“Were they careful with you?” he steps closer.
“No… not really.” That time I was chained to a bed and the guy was more into pain than pleasure.
He reaches out and cups my face. “I will be careful with you if you allow me to. I’d never hurt you. Can you trust me?”
I smile. “You know I trust you.”
“This is different baby. A real dom doesn’t just expect his sub to trust him. He earns it and makes sure she knows she can trust him with her body, heart, mind and soul.” He plants a kiss on the bridge of my nose.
“I trust you,” I say beaming up at him and his dark earnest eyes study me. “I didn’t know you were a dom.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me Rachel. I’m not a practicing one so I don’t expect you to call me master or Sir, but if you want to you can.”
“Maybe I want to, sir…” I giggle.
“That sounded sexy as fuck, I think I like you calling me sir, little sub.” He smiles wide. “So… do you want to do this?”
“I do.”
“Then your safe word is red. Say it.”
“Red.”
“Good girl.”
He
aring him call me good girl has my pussy clenching with that wild sexual flush of anticipation.
I love how I feel when I’m with him. One look makes me feel sexy and alive. A touch, and everything else falls into place.
“Take this off.” He tugs on my robe. “And your mask.”
I take off my mask first and then the robe. When he sees what I’m wearing his eyes widen.
He reaches for my breasts and gives them a good feel rubbing his fingers over the nipples. Then he lifts the hem of the slip and tugs on my thong feeling over the bare skin of my mound.
“Fucking hell woman, I’m never going to forget this,” he says in a low rumble. “It’s going to be hard taking this off you when you look so good.”
“I can keep it on if you want me to.”
“Another time, for this fantasy I need your naked body.”