sure. “Pickle for close to too much and hamburger for stop.” She watched his expression change as he tried to contain himself, but couldn’t.
He broke out in a full-out laugh.
“Hey!”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “Jesus…” He held up a hand when she rose up and shoved at his shoulders. “Ok, ok. Calm down.” Tears filled his eyes, he was laughing so hard.
She settled between his legs again, this time crossing her arms over her chest and giving him a look that could kill.
“I’m sorry. Were you hungry…” he started again. “Ok, ok. Do you want to keep them, then? Pickle for close to too much and hamburger for stop.”
“Not if you’re going to laugh every time I use them.”
“Hopefully you won’t ever have to use them,” he said, clearing his throat, serious again. “It’s my responsibility to take you to your edge but not beyond. But there’s always the possibility you feel something other than what I interpret.”
“I want to keep them,” she said, setting her jaw in a stubborn line. “I don’t care if you don’t like them.”
“Doesn’t matter what I think, Emma. At least I’ll remember them.”
“If you laugh again, I swear…”
“No, I apologize. It’s over, I promise,” he said, his lip twitching as he struggled to keep a straight face. “Ok, limits. How much do you know about a relationship like this? I want to understand your hard limits, anything you absolutely won’t do.”
“Oh,” she glanced away, thinking. “Damien…” she chanced a look at him and he did not seem pleased at the mention. “He’s my only point of reference.”
“Go on.”
“He only spanked me a handful of times and that hardly hurt at all. He wanted to tie me up, but I wouldn’t let him…”
“You didn’t trust him.”
“No, I guess I didn’t.”
“Do you trust me? Will you allow me to bind you?”
With the look he gave her, she’d let him do anything he wanted to. But there was more. She trusted him absolutely never to give her more than she could handle, but to push the envelope just enough. She had no doubt he would take her right up to those edges, as sharp and uncomfortable as they may be.
“Yes,” she said.
He smiled.
“I’m sorry, I don’t really know what else to tell you about limits,” she said.
“That’s ok. If ever I do something that you don’t feel wholly comfortable with, I will trust you to tell me. That’s your responsibility, Emma. Don’t go through with something because you think I want you to do it. And that goes for anyone or anything ever in your life, actually.” He looked down at her. “Do you promise to tell me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Are you ready to start?”
“I think so, Sir.”
“Stand up and take off your clothes,” he said.
“Now?” Her heart raced.
He nodded once.
She inhaled a deep breath. I can do this.
He helped her rise to her feet then leaned back against the sofa.
“Eyes on me and go slow.”
“But you’ve already seen everything,” she said, buying time.
“I couldn’t enjoy it knowing all those men were looking at you.”
It wouldn’t be a long show, given the fact she wore a sweater and a pair of his shorts. She reached for the hem of the top and pulled it off, cold at the loss of his sweater no longer wrapping her in warmth and safety.
“Eyes on me,” he repeated when she dropped her gaze. Her face flushed pink when she did as he said. She took her shorts down and stepped out of them. She was tempted to fold her arms across her chest but didn’t, holding them at her sides instead, wishing he’d tell her to kneel or to cast her eyes down or something.
Tears threatened while he held her gaze, forcing her to allow herself to be seen.
“Please, Lu…Sir.”
“Good save,” he said, standing. His eyes for the first time scanned her body, focusing on her bare pussy. “I’m sorry about that,” he said. “But truly,” he caught her off guard when his hand caressed the now
He broke out in a full-out laugh.
“Hey!”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “Jesus…” He held up a hand when she rose up and shoved at his shoulders. “Ok, ok. Calm down.” Tears filled his eyes, he was laughing so hard.
She settled between his legs again, this time crossing her arms over her chest and giving him a look that could kill.
“I’m sorry. Were you hungry…” he started again. “Ok, ok. Do you want to keep them, then? Pickle for close to too much and hamburger for stop.”
“Not if you’re going to laugh every time I use them.”
“Hopefully you won’t ever have to use them,” he said, clearing his throat, serious again. “It’s my responsibility to take you to your edge but not beyond. But there’s always the possibility you feel something other than what I interpret.”
“I want to keep them,” she said, setting her jaw in a stubborn line. “I don’t care if you don’t like them.”
“Doesn’t matter what I think, Emma. At least I’ll remember them.”
“If you laugh again, I swear…”
“No, I apologize. It’s over, I promise,” he said, his lip twitching as he struggled to keep a straight face. “Ok, limits. How much do you know about a relationship like this? I want to understand your hard limits, anything you absolutely won’t do.”
“Oh,” she glanced away, thinking. “Damien…” she chanced a look at him and he did not seem pleased at the mention. “He’s my only point of reference.”
“Go on.”
“He only spanked me a handful of times and that hardly hurt at all. He wanted to tie me up, but I wouldn’t let him…”
“You didn’t trust him.”
“No, I guess I didn’t.”
“Do you trust me? Will you allow me to bind you?”
With the look he gave her, she’d let him do anything he wanted to. But there was more. She trusted him absolutely never to give her more than she could handle, but to push the envelope just enough. She had no doubt he would take her right up to those edges, as sharp and uncomfortable as they may be.
“Yes,” she said.
He smiled.
“I’m sorry, I don’t really know what else to tell you about limits,” she said.
“That’s ok. If ever I do something that you don’t feel wholly comfortable with, I will trust you to tell me. That’s your responsibility, Emma. Don’t go through with something because you think I want you to do it. And that goes for anyone or anything ever in your life, actually.” He looked down at her. “Do you promise to tell me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Are you ready to start?”
“I think so, Sir.”
“Stand up and take off your clothes,” he said.
“Now?” Her heart raced.
He nodded once.
She inhaled a deep breath. I can do this.
He helped her rise to her feet then leaned back against the sofa.
“Eyes on me and go slow.”
“But you’ve already seen everything,” she said, buying time.
“I couldn’t enjoy it knowing all those men were looking at you.”
It wouldn’t be a long show, given the fact she wore a sweater and a pair of his shorts. She reached for the hem of the top and pulled it off, cold at the loss of his sweater no longer wrapping her in warmth and safety.
“Eyes on me,” he repeated when she dropped her gaze. Her face flushed pink when she did as he said. She took her shorts down and stepped out of them. She was tempted to fold her arms across her chest but didn’t, holding them at her sides instead, wishing he’d tell her to kneel or to cast her eyes down or something.
Tears threatened while he held her gaze, forcing her to allow herself to be seen.
“Please, Lu…Sir.”
“Good save,” he said, standing. His eyes for the first time scanned her body, focusing on her bare pussy. “I’m sorry about that,” he said. “But truly,” he caught her off guard when his hand caressed the now