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“For this to work, I’ll have to be a bit more intimate with you than I was in the last session. You’ll be permitted to use your safe word system. If you tell me red, then the scene stops and we won’t continue for the evening. You can also use yellow and I’ll slow down. We’re going to go at your pace, but you have to be honest with the words. You can’t use them to get what you want. They’re in place to make sure you’re safe.”
Julian stepped forward, gazing into Kayla’s eyes, searching for the fear he thought he’d find, but it didn’t seem to be there. “Give me a color.”
“Green,” she said without hesitation.
Julian leaned into her ear and whispered, “I’ll be right by your side.”
“Always,” she answered back.
“Are you ready?” Martin asked.
“Yes, Sir,” Kayla said.
“Julian.” Martin pointed to the bench in the corner of the room. “You’ll be a spectator for now. This scene is for your benefit. Possibly more so than Kayla’s.”
Julian gently kissed her. “I have confidence you’ll please me.”
There wasn’t a doubt in his mind she could pull this off. He wondered if he could be as strong. Martin could be relentless. Julian had observed him many times. When he wanted something out of a sub, he usually found a way to get it. Julian would make Kayla his main focus. If he sensed she was afraid, he would stop the scene. Martin knew that was Julian’s right and wouldn’t challenge him. How far could they take this?
Julian took a seat on the bench as Martin led Kayla to the ornate wooden cross in the center of the room.
“You enjoyed my cross the last time we were in here,” Martin said. “We’re going to use it again.”
As Martin led Kayla to the cross, Julian admired her courage. She’d come so far since that first afternoon in his bedroom. While Martin bound her feet to the bottom of the ornate wooden structure, Julian recalled their first intimate encounter. She had been afraid to be restrained.
“Kayla,”he reprimanded when she gripped the back of his head with her hand. “Clearly, I can’t trust you to keep your hands to yourself. I’m going to have to do something about that.” He stood and faced her. “What a pity. I was so enjoying your pussy.”
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’ll stop. I’ll listen.”
“Oh, I can guarantee that.” He pointed to the bed. “Go stand over there with your back to me. You can’t be rewarded if you don’t listen.”
She made her way across the room, turning to face the bed.
“I’m going to restrain you.”
He opened the door to his walk-in closet where he stored a large chest of drawers. He’d purchased the ornate piece of furniture a few years ago at an antique shop in Connecticut. It stood over five feet tall, the cherry wood elaborately carved with great detail, and each drawer neatly and accurately stocked with everything he needed for hours of pleasure. He opened the second drawer, tracing his fingers along the handcuffs and shackles.Slow.He bypassed the heavier restraints and chose two black, silk scarves and a blindfold. He was interested to see how far she’d let him go today.
Once he was satisfied with his selections, he brought them out, stopping to admire his submissive beauty. Her posture was perfectly straight. The room was darker than he would have liked for an afternoon session, but if dimming the bedroom was what she needed to be comfortable, then it was his duty to honor that request. Her needs first. Always.
“I can’t wait to feel your skin beneath mine when I take you.” He kept one scarf in his hand, setting the other on the bed along with the blindfold. He’d brought out the second tie for her ankles, but he wasn’t certain he’d be binding them tonight. “You’re so soft.” He whisked the silk material along her neck and down her spine, delighting in the way she shivered under his command. “I’m going to tie you to the bed post.” He kissed her shoulder. “Turn around.”
She did as he told her, but he recognized the uncertainty in her eyes as they shifted from him to the ties. Her nerves were more prominent than he would have liked.
“Give me a color.”
She didn’t respond as she remained fixated on the scarf.
“Kayla.” He took her chin between his fingers and locked his gaze with hers. “A color. Now.”
“Yel... Um...yellow.”
“Why yellow?” He hadn’t expected that, but he would respect it.
“I’ve never allowed anyone to restrain me.”
“I know that.” He draped the scarf around her neck, letting it dangle across her nipples. He drew his hand down her throat, taking a leisurely journey to the valley between her breasts. She inhaled long, deep breaths when he took the ends of the scarf in his hands and swept them over her nipples. “If you don’t want me to tie you to the post, then I won’t.”
“I’m just not sure yet.”
