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“I’m not scared.”
Rae glared at him. “Come here.” She could tell he’d never had a woman speak to him like this. His face was a mixture of curiosity and confusion about what to do. “Dayton, I need you to get used to me speaking to you like this because you will likely see a lot of people commanding others at the party. As a submissive, you don’t have to worry about anything except for what I want you to do. So, come here.”
He got up and slowly walked over to her. She almost wished they were having a real session, where she could have him strip down to nothing, but she had to stay focused.
“Hold out your hand.” He did as he was told, and she ran the paddle across his palm. He shuddered a little, but she couldn’t tell if he liked it. She motioned to her wall of toys. “You might see many items like this being used at the party, and from what I’ve heard, not all the submissives there will look like they’re enjoying what’s being done to them. But, no matter what we see, we cannot intervene or this whole thing will go to shit. Do you understand?”
“Uh, if I see someone getting seriously hurt, I have a duty—”
“You have no duty but to do as you’re told while we’re there. Do. You. Understand?” she said, punching each word so he’d know she was serious.
“Yes.” He added a spiteful “Mistress,” and she wanted so badly to tie him up and whip him.
“One big rule while we’re there is to never drink anything with alcohol. Really, don’t drink anything they offer us unless you know for sure it’s water.”
“You think they’d try to drug us?” Dayton said, already breaking her rules about not speaking.
“I don’t know what they’d do, but I don’t want to take a chance. And I didn’t give you permission to speak.”
He let out a frustrated sigh. “Okay, Rae, I’m all about learning what I need to know, but I am not submitting to you right now. Tomorrow night, I’m all yours, and I’ll be the best damn submissive you’ve ever seen, but right now, I don’t want to pretend. So, let’s talk as ourselves.”
Rae crossed her arms. “Fine. We’ll talk as ourselves, then, but it won’t change how I’ll be treating you tomorrow night because it’ll be expected.”
“I know.” Dayton stood next to her Shibari ropes. He reached out and touched one of the silky coils hung up on the wall, and sheremembered how he’d stared at them the other day. “Huh. Softer than I thought it’d be.”
Rae moved past him and pulled the rope from the wall. “You know, BDSM and dominating isn’t all about pain. Some people are into sensory play, like feathers and furry mittens. Or being tied up in soft rope like this.” She uncoiled part of the rope and placed the end of it in his hand.
He looked at her with what she interpreted as anticipation, and she suddenly felt nervous.
“Aren’t you going to show off your skills?” he said, his lips curling up ever so slightly.
“If you consent, sure.”
“I do.”
“Place your hands behind your back.”
Dayton let out a hearty laugh. “I know you got a kick out of saying that, but I like to keep my hands where I can see them.”
“Suit yourself.” She unraveled the rest of the purple rope and quickly got to work securing his wrists together, explaining the knots she was making as she went along. Then she created an elaborate pattern as she bound his forearms as well. It all took her less than five minutes. When she was done, Dayton tested her work by trying to wiggle free. She enjoyed seeing him tied up, more so because he seemed so open to trying it.
“Shit,” he said, a big grin on his face. “You’re really good.”
His praise stirred butterflies in her again. She knew she was in danger of pushing the line too far with him, but she tugged his bound hands down anyway, pulling him closer to her, only a whisper’s distance from her face. “And now I can do practically anything I want with you.”
She felt it again. His anticipation. It was the same electric current she noticed in her clients the moment before she’d strike them, when their desires reached out to greet her as they welcomed the pain shejoyfully bestowed. She knew if she tugged him any closer, she’d be making a big mistake, so she released her hold on him.
She avoided the puzzled expression in his eyes as she unbound him as fast as she had tied him, and she thought she sensed the spell breaking between them until he softly said, “Rae?”
She never knew a name could contain so much unspoken, but she made herself ignore it.
“I hate to disappoint you,” she said as she coiled the rope back into a tight circle, “but I don’t have a gimp suit. My clients usually bring their own outfits. I do have a mask that should fit you, though. We don’t need anyone recognizing you.”
Dayton rubbed his wrists. “What should I wear? It has to be something I can put my bodycam on.”
Rae dug out the gimp mask. “Hmm, would you be comfortable with your shirt off? We could maybe have the bodycam on a leather chest harness.”
“It’d be too noticeable. It’s smaller than the bodycams street officers wear, but it’s still the size of a button.”
