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“N-no, Sir.”
“You’re about to find out.”
I didn’t know what that meant, but I was released and started walking toward the back stairs. Figuring it out should have been easy, but my mind wasn’t in a logical position. It was blown by the way my body was reacting to his over-the-top dominance, the sexual tension in the air so thick, I thought I’d choke on it.
Wanting to please him, I walked quickly but steadily on the stairs, and as I walked in front of him, he proceeded to grab my ass, slapping it twice. “Be careful, Kanan. Don’t fall. Keep walking,” he’d say as I jumped twice.
“No, Sir,” I croaked, the air unable to leave my lungs to make my voice clear.
My excitement, my arousal as we ascended those stairs, I can’t describe it well. I was shaking with it, the air charged around me, and when we arrived on the landing, his arm went around my throat again and he started to walk me to the bathroom.
The ensuite was big, almost as big as the corresponding bathroom in the main house. There was a clawfoot tub, a double sink, and an enclosed commode, the entire room in bright white with black, heated tiles on the floors. I was glad for the floor being heated that night, being barefooted and heated enough that cold tiles would have shocked me.
Into the room I padded, guided by a man that was growling in my ear, reaching around to stroke my cock roughly. I was shoved against the sink counter and that’s when I realized what he’d meant.
Above the dual sinks was a mirror the length of the counter, which was at least five feet across. I looked into my own face, and I suddenly remembered what Rick had said to me once. When I was blushing or flushed, my skin turned the color of burnt umber.
It was true. I was flushed all over my naked body, my face bright with the color, and when I was bent over, Rick grabbed a fistful of hair to make certain I would keep my head up to see myself.
“Don’t look away from this mirror, Kanan. Not once, not even for a long blink. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” I squeaked out, and watching my mouth form the word, I saw my lips shaking.
“Are you afraid, Kanan?”
Almost saying yes, it came to me before I could get out the words. I wasn’t afraid of him. I was excited, I was aroused more than I’d ever been. I swallowed and then swallowed again as I stared into his eyes, hoping that would emphasize my words.
“I trust you. I’m not afraid.”
His smile spread and I was brought up to standing again and he turned me around to face him. “You’re amazing to me, Kanan. Just when I feel like I’ve gone too far, you…surprise me.”
“You’re doing fine, Rick. If I need to stop, I have that control. The rest of the control, I’ve given to you.”
“Turn back around before I take you to bed and softly make love to you all night. You just keep making me want to pamper you,” he said, laughing before I was kissed sweetly.
“Hard first, pamper me next.”
“That’s doable.”
I turned back to the mirror, but instead of being bent over the counter again, he held me around the chest while his other hand rubbed over my arm and then moved around to my stomach. His eyes were on my face the entire time, burning into the center of me.
The lust I felt was only topped by the love I felt. Still, after what we’d already done, he was worried that he’d push me too far.
Maybe it was a crazy time to realize it, but in that moment, the depth of his love for me came through.
“Sir…you’re so beautiful like this. You’re also beautiful when you’re hurting me. I love it when you hurt my body.”
It was all the reaffirmation he needed. I was pushed over the counter and my head was again brought up so I could see my reflection.
He left me, warning me to stay exactly in that position or I’d be in trouble. Obedient, I didn’t move a muscle, and in fact, held my breath until I realized he hadn’t meant for that.
Once back in the en suite, I saw he had items from around the house with him that he had to have gathered earlier. There was a small, rounded cutting board from the kitchen, the curtain ties from the spare bedroom windows, a champagne bucket of ice from the little bar in the dining room, and finally, a thick clay bowl from the kitchen that emitted an odor I couldn’t place immediate, but the smell alone had my heart pounding.
I didn’t have time to think much about it, however, as Rick tied my wrists behind my back with the curtain ties, making it that much harder to keep my eyes on the mirror, but I struggled to keep my head up even as he started to use the other items.
“This is going to hurt. I spoke to Burke about it, having never used it, and he was gleefully happy to tell me how much it hurts and how it will add nicely to the other pain I have in store for you.
“My only regret,” he went on while holding the bowl and watching my face, “is that I couldn’t cut it fresh, as that’s recommended. It’s only a couple of hours old, though. There should be plenty of punch left.”
