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Excitement? Fear?
Probably both.
The silence was heavy in the room, Ruby’s soft exhale the only sound as he tugged her jeans off along with her underwear.
She lifted her feet one at a time, giving him an assist on getting her out of the last remnants of her clothing. Then she was naked in front of him, the luminescence of her milky flesh a feast for his eyes.
“On your knees sweetheart.” He glanced at a padded platform on the floor. “There.”
“On my… knees?”
He nodded. “There are some rules in the playroom. We’re going to go over them.”
“What kind of rules?” she asked.
Christ. The sight of her tits, soft and heavy, pink nipples already hard, almost undid him. His cock was hard, begging for the sanctity of her pussy. He was glad he was here, in the playroom. It forced him to stay in control.
“The first one is no speaking unless you’re spoken to,” he said. “Now get on your motherfucking knees, Ruby.”
Her eyes widened in shock, but she moved to the platform and got on her knees.
“Sit back on your heels and place your hands on your thighs,” he said.
She obeyed and his cock pulsed in his jeans.
He walked around her in a slow circle, divesting himself of his own clothing as he went. “In addition to the ‘no talking’ rule, you will not touch me unless I tell you to touch me. And most of all, no coming until I give you permission. My word is law here until you say your safe word.”
Her chest shuddered as she drew in a breath and he knew she was rethinking the whole thing. He couldn’t blame her. Adam’s word had been law too and look how that had turned out for her.
But he wasn’t Adam. and Roman intended to prove that once and for all.
“Do you understand?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Tell me you understand, sweetheart.”
“Your word is law here unless I say my safe word,” she said. “I understand.”
“That’s my good girl.” He touched the top of her head as he walked around her, then walked to the wall holding the floggers and whips.
He would start slow.
He chose a flogger with a plaited leather handle, a series of supple leather strands hanging from the end, and then, just for fun, he grabbed a pink feather tickler.
Her back was to him and he could see the rise and fall of her breath, knew how hard it must have been for her not to see what he was doing.
He returned to the platform, his dick hard and jutting between his thighs, and walked around so she could see what he had in his hand.
Trust. That’s what this first time was about.
He let the flogger dangle so she could get a look at it, then raised the feather tickler and ran it over her tits.
Her nipples got harder. She sucked in a breath and her eyes fluttered closed.
The room was filled with toys, but silence was the greatest tool of all. Silence forced them both into a heightened sense of awareness. Every move, every touch, would be magnified without the distraction of sound.
He dragged the tickler between her tits and over the flesh of her stomach, his favorite part of her flawless body. She shivered with pleasure when he came to the cleft between her pillowy thighs.
