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“Not just rules, because the exact checklist item is ‘restrictive rules.’”
“Oh.” Josslyn blinked. “I was joking.”
“I’m not. Restrictive rules is our first item.”
“Are there…a lot of items?”
“Yes. And one in particular is going to be…tricky.”
“I thought all we had was rope and riding crop.”
“Actually, riding crop isn’t on our list. Perhaps Las Palmas considers it a given, or classified under impact play.”
“And rope, Sir?”
“That is on our list.”
Josslyn pushed to her feet. “Shall I go out now?”
Ilias crossed his legs, ankle on knee. “Yes.”
Josslyn crossed the room and put her hand on the doorknob. She looked over her shoulder, and he nodded once. She slipped out.
Ilias rested his head against the chair, eyes closed. He took a minute, centering himself while simultaneously pushing down his own desire. For him, dominating a partner was in and of itself, sexually arousing. Being in control didn’t just fill a need, it was one of his kinks.
The door opened.
Ilias raised his head, watching as she entered.
Josslyn had straightened her rumpled dress, and smoothed out her hair which had gotten a little messy from rubbing against his shoulder and chin while she sat on his lap.
She glanced around the room, assessing, possibly looking for any changes, then dropped her gaze.
He waited for her to take a step, then said, “Stop.”
She paused, one foot in front of the other, arms loose at her sides, head bowed.
“You will obey certain rules,” he stated. “Intentionally restrictive rules. Any deviation will result in corrective punishment. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“First, chin up. You are not allowed to hide your face, particularly your expression.”
She raised her chin.
“However, you will keep your gaze lowered. I want to see your reactions, but you don’t get to look at me unless I give you permission.”
Eye contact restriction wasn’t his favorite thing because he both relied on, and prided himself on, interpreting and analyzing a submissive’s responses as shown in her expression. However, when it came to restrictive rules, it would be remiss of him not to include it.
“Stand beside the cushion,” he ordered.
Josslyn crossed the room slowly. The hem of the sheer dress stopped at the top of her thighs, so her hands—pressed against her legs, were touching bare flesh. Her fingers were curled, nails no doubt digging into her skin.
“You are not allowed any form of clothing or covering. Either in private in our playroom, or in public.”
“Yes, Sir.” She reached for the hem of her dress. “May I take it off?”
“Yes.”
