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“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask even though I’m not sure how I’ll stop if she changes her mind.
Wynter sits up, her tousled blonde hair falling around her face and down her chest. Her hand reaches for me and I can’t help but take it, tangling our fingers together. “I need this just the same way you do,” she whispers, as if the words are more than either of us can handle, and hell, they just may well be.
I squeeze her hand before breaking the contact between us and leaving the room quickly. The longer I linger, the more likely I am to fuck her without all the foreplay we both crave. I’ve only been back to my apartment once since the accident and I packed a lot more than clothes in the hope Wynter and I might find ourselves here.
A selection of my favorite toys have been stuffed into the bottom of my wardrobe and barely thought about since.
Once I close my bedroom door behind me, I make a beeline to the hiding place, looking for a few key items. I imagine this is how teenage boys feel when they have porn stashed in their bedroom in places their parents would never look, squirreling it around in the fear their mom will find it. I never had that experience. By the time I was old enough for porn my uncle was trying to have hookers take my virginity so I could become a man.
There are an endless number of implements I want to use on Wynter, and that I will at some stage, but I don’t have that kind of patience right now.
I throw a few things in a bag and hope like hell I don’t run into anyone in the hallway. Luckily I make it back to Wynter’s room without being caught red-handed with a bag of sex toys and close the door quietly behind me. Nothing could prepare me for the sight waiting for me.
Wynter kneels beside the bed, her knees spread apart, giving me a peek at her sweet pussy, her head is bowed, and eyes cast down submissively, and her hands rest on her thighs, palms open and facing up.
I’ve never seen anything so fucking beautiful in my life.
“Very good, dove,” I praise as I set the bag down on the bed and run my fingers through her impossibly soft hair.
Wynter forces herself to keep her eyes down, but that’s the one thing I don’t want. At clubs, and generally, in the lifestyle, subs are taught not to meet a Dom’s eye unless explicitly instructed to do so, but that’s not me, at least it’s not when Wynter is involved.
“I want your eyes on me and what I’m doing to you at all times,” I tell her and it only takes a second for her eyes to meet mine, a small smile on her lips. “You’re very obedient like this considering you’re usually so bratty.”
“I am not bratty,” she quips and then snaps her mouth shut.
I chuckle and squat down in front of her, my fingers grasping her chin between them. “Case and point, little dove. Anymore outbursts like that and I’ll be adding to the punishment you’re owed.”
35
Wynter
My eyes widen at the words. Everett seemed so against punishing me today after what happened, he said I couldn’t handle it, but he seems to have done a complete flip. If there’s anything I need right now it’s to be taken out of my head, to float in the bliss and know he won’t let me fall.
The voice in the back of my head tells me to look at whatever he’s put on the bed, but I know better than doing the opposite of what he’s instructed me to do. I’ve spent enough time in the scene to know that will only make any punishment he has planned for me that much worse.
“Stand,” Everett says evenly and I quickly do as he’s told me.
It feels good to feed this part of me again after allowing it to remain dormant for so many years. It’s not that I didn’t want to submit in all those years, it’s that I couldn’t put one hundred percent trust into someone that they wouldn’t hurt me like Craig did. Until now.
Everett knows me better than I know myself. It’s always been this way, and I know he won’t push me further than I can take, and if I safe word, he’ll stop before the word even finishes rolling off my tongue. This is the only situation I would have felt safe, the only person I would have ever been able to do this with.
He smiles down at me, his fingers brushing along my cheek and down my neck. His eyes trail down the path his fingers move, and when they reach my breasts he lets out a low sound of appreciation. Both hands move to cup them, flicking the sensitive nubs and making me squeeze my legs together. “You are so beautiful, dove.”
“Thank you,” I reply quietly. The Doms I’ve played with in the past weren’t big talkers, and I’ve never been with Everett like this, I don’t want to upset him before we can really get started.
“You may talk freely, Wynter. Unless I tell you otherwise, I want to hear your words.”
“Okay.” I smile.
His eyes continue their perusal of my body, and I can’t find it in me to feel shy. Usually having anyone look at me like this would be enough to make me want to cover up, but as I stand in front of Everett, feeling more vulnerable than I can ever remember feeling, confidence washes over me. The fire in his deep pools gives me everything I need to remain standing without the urge to cover myself. “As I mentioned, I would like to restrain you. Are you comfortable with that?” he asks, his eyes burning into mine before I can even respond.
He’s looking for a lie. He thinks I might push myself further than I’m comfortable with in order to please him.
“I’d like to try,” I tell him honestly. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to handle it, especially if he’s going to punish me while I’m tied down, but I like to think if there’s anyone who can make it happen, it’s Everett.
He nods once, a small smile playing at his lips. “Hands behind your back for me, little dove,” he commands and I follow immediately. Even just following his orders feels freeing. It’s been too long since I’ve been able to let go and just be. Since I’ve been able to rely on someone else for everything. And I like it. “You’re being a very good girl, dove.”
Something soft touches my wrists and binds them together. There’s a moment of panic where my mind wanders to a place I haven’t allowed it to go in a long time, but then Everett’s back in front of me, his face soft.
