A Taste of Sir (Doms of Decadence 6)
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Her Sir.
“Yes, Sir.”
That small smile warmed her like rays of sun on a cool day. She instantly felt happier, lighter.
“Kneel. Knees spread apart, hands on your thigh, palms up.”
She’d read about this position. Since Cady had first told her about The Twisted Thorn, she’d been reading her way through series after series of BDSM romance books. Quite a few had featured this pose. So, she knelt and did what he said before lowering her head. In all the books she’d read the subs always had their heads lowered.
Gray made a small noise she hoped was approval, then she jolted as she felt him touch his hand to her head.
“Easy, baby. You look so beautiful like that. Whenever we play, I want you to strip and present just like this, all right? Unless we’re role playing, of course.”
Her heart beat faster at the idea of role play.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now stand up and go into the bedroom. Lie on your back on the bed. Raise your legs up towards your chest and hold them there.”
She gave him a wide-eyed look but nodded and stood, turning around. He smacked her ass and she turned with a glare.
He raised one eyebrow. “You might want to change that look on your face unless you want several more of those.”
She quickly wiped the glare from her face.
“That’s better. You got that one because you forgot to verbally reply. Nodding doesn’t cut it. Next time I won’t be so nice about it. Now go.”
That was being nice? But she made certain that thought didn’t show on her face.
“Yes, Sir,” she told him, barely refraining from saluting.
He surprised her by grinning.
She scampered into the bedroom before she could find out what that wicked grin was all about.
Oh, she was going to be so much fun.
He’d thought she’d might be a bit shy and serious to begin with. He figured it would take time for her to relax around him. But obviously these few weeks they’d spent getting to know each other had worked well. She was less nervous than she might otherwise be.
Didn’t mean she wasn’t going to get nervous once she realized what he had in store for her.
His smile growing, he stepped into her bedroom.
Time for some fun.
She heard him walk into her bedroom and stiffened slightly. She was lying as he’d told her to. On the bed, her head on a pillow, her legs curled up against her chest.
“Very good. I’m pleased.”
Why was it that his praise made her so happy? Sure, she hadn’t had much of it in her life, but she didn’t think she was that desperate for approval.
She watched as he moved to the side of the bed, anticipation filling her as he opened his bag and pulled out coils of rope. She hadn’t thought about him using rope today. He knelt on the bed.
“Keep your legs where they are.” He started coiling it just above her ankles, winding it up her legs until it ended just below her knees. He lowered her legs until her feet rested against the bed.
“You look so beautiful, lying there naked with the ropes binding you. I don’t know how I’ve managed to maintain my control around you until now, but from now on, Lacey, you’re mine. All mine. There is no one else for either of us, understand?”
She nodded then remembered his instructions. “Yes, Sir.”