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I hesitated to wait for his joke, but he didn’t waver.
“Oh, come on.” I furrowed my brows. “That’s ridiculous.”
He grinned. “That sounds like a woman who doesn’t want to wear them.”
He called for Laurence, and I grabbed his waist.
“Please, don’t take them back. I’ll ask,” I pleaded, and he laughed with me.I squeezed his hips. “You don’t need to spoil me, you know.”
“I’m spoilingme, Nadia.”
Paul opened the second box and out came a pair of thigh cuffs. They were made of leather and soft suede. They had belt-like straps with holes for adjustment and D-shaped rings that were attached to wrist cuffs by hooks. But he wasn’t finished shocking me. Next, he pulled out a chastity belt with a lock and key.
My skin was on fire.
Paul picked the thigh cuffs up and tried them over my underwear, adjusting the sides tightly to my waist. He placed my hands in the soft cuffs and fastened them to the thigh straps with clips. The chastity belt was thicker than my thong and had a belt with a lock. Paul tested the lock to make sure I couldn’t take them off by myself—I’d have to depend on him.
“How does it feel? It’s supposed to fit your body. The leather will relax once you put it on nude.”
I smirked. “You put it on tight. I don’t know what to make of it.”
“Remember when you asked about the things you may not like, but I enjoy…? I won’t use them until you’re comfortable. However, I think it works as a reminder to try to be good for me.” He winked at me.
I lifted my chin. “I’m good.”
Paul tested the second chastity belt, which was less binding. “This is something I hope to try once we’re better acquainted. Try behaving like a brat—that’s when the fun really starts.”
I scrunched up my face.Fun? Like whips and chains?I had stumbled into hard-core masochism online, and I wouldn’t agree to anything like that. “I’m not into pain if that’s thefunthing.”
He grinned. “Neither am I. Let’s just say there are other ways to punish you that don’t involve pain but are equally effective.”
He removed the belts and placed them back inside the box. I changed back into the tracksuit, and we left the shop.
Laurence added the box to the already full trunk. When we got in, my mind muddled over his sexual proclivities. How did they make me feel? Everything was new, and for the most part, I enjoyed how attentive Paul was toward me.
Paul closed the divider. “What’s on your mind?”
I turned to him. “Are you into BDSM?”
“I’m interested in dominance and submission, and I occasionally like to spice things up in the bedroom. There are no rules.”
“Have you always been like this?”
He took a deep breath. “Yes, but I resisted and tried to be a different person. When I was married, I lived differently. Aubrey indulged me sexually, and I appreciated it. However, she was afraid to show weakness or vulnerability…and I realized now how much I need that. Our time was cut too short. However, now, I’ve decided to accept my needs and desires. I won’t compromise.”
There was a finality in his voice. The Paul I met wasn’t the Paul from the photo in Prague with Aubrey. He was different, and to be a part of his life, I had to allow him to use his control.
“How do you feel about that, Nadia? I’ve tested a few things on you already.”
I shrugged and dipped my head. “I’m open to trying new things. I have no experience, so I’d prefer you take over, so I guess I don’t mind submitting. All I really want is to feel special and like I matter.”
Even if we weren’t rich, Dad found a way to make Mom feel loved and special every day, but that wasn’t something Paul would do with me.Nonetheless, even if I was his kept woman, I wanted to be treated like he cared about me.
“You are special, and I want you happy with me, Nadia.” He lifted my wrist toward his mouth but hesitated.
I eased my hand out of his grasp and kissed his palm.
“Apologies, I used to kiss Aubrey’s wrist…it just threw me off guard,” he muttered, his eyes downcast.
