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“Don’t,” he said,when I reached down to pick up my panties before we left his bedroom. “If you’re going to come to my dungeon…” His gaze ran over my naked body, burning it with his intensity. “If you go there with me, you’re all mine. Nothing between us.”
No panties, no clothes. Nothing civilized. That was what he meant. He took my hand and dragged me down the hall, the sheen of anger still on him, along with power and desire. Now that we were actually going to his dungeon, he was letting a little more of his dominant side out. He’d looked over my body with an attitude of ownership, and Jesus, the way that made me feel…
Alice, babes, do you have any idea what you’re getting into?
No, I didn’t. I couldn’t think about that, or I’d lose my nerve. When Milo ushered me through the forbidden door, Blue hung back, then disappeared down the hallway, declining to come in.
“He’s not allowed in here,” said Milo, as we watched him go. “You shouldn’t be, either.”
“I’m sure you’ll take care of me.”
He pursed his lips and turned on a few of the lights, then told me, “Stay.” He moved farther into the silent chamber of furniture and racks while I stared at his naked body. Scary, that he looked bigger and more daunting with his clothes off than on. His cock was a big part of it. Even half-hard, it looked formidable.
He stopped by the pair of cuffs hanging down from the ceiling in the middle of the dungeon. “Come here. This is as good a place to start as any.”
To start.A start implied a continuation. Well, if I survived this. I was kind of disappointed I wasn’t going to be more tied down, like on the padded bench or the X-shaped rack, but he was the one in charge.
“Raise your hands,” he said in a gruff voice that already had my pussy flowing. He buckled my wrists into the cuffs, not looking in my eyes, although I watched his expression for any change in his features. If he was nervous, like me, he didn’t show it.Of course he’s not showing it. You’re new to this, but he’s done it a thousand times.
He stood back when my hands were bound in the air, and I did see a bit of worry in his features. Worryandlust. He circled me as my toes shifted on the smooth wood floor. “How does that feel?” he asked.
I thought a moment. “Scary, but good.”
“What now? Do you want me to beat you? Make you cry?”
I sucked in a breath. “I don’t know. Do what you like. What you usually do.”
“What if you hate what I usually do?” I felt his touch at my back and I flinched. “What if you hate it and you can’t get away?”
I shook my head, trembling at his closeness. “I don’t know.”
“If you hate it, you use a safe word.”
Oh yes, I remembered reading about safe words while I waited for him to come home. BDSM culture was very big on safe words.
I turned to look at him, wanting to curl myself against him, but he stood rigidly away from me, his cock erect. “What safe word should I use?” I asked.
“Lala,” he said, like he’d already thought about it. “As many times as it takes to make me stop. Lala lala lala lala lala, like you’re singing. I know you hate that name.”
“Yes, I do. I’ll never use it.”
“Brave words,” he said, raising an eyebrow. Finally, he came close enough to touch me, tracing fingers down my cheeks and across my chin. “This would be enough for me, you know. Seeing you like this, bound and scared.”
I bit my lip. “I’m not sure if it’s enough for me.”
“You’ve never done anything like this?” he asked, although I’d already confessed my ignorance.
“It’s all new,” I said in a soft voice. “But I’m ready.”
He leaned in and kissed me, his hands cupping my breasts. His cock poked against my belly and I felt another wave of arousal between my legs. All too soon, he broke the kiss. “Here are the ground rules when we play,” he said. “You don’t try to get away from the things I do to you. If it hurts, that’s too bad. Understand? Answer ‘Yes, Sir.’ In this dungeon, I’m always ‘Sir.’”
“Yes, Sir.” I was getting so turned on from his words, I was afraid the moisture in my pussy would start running down my leg.
“No asking me to stop. You can cry, scream, or tremble, but no whining or asking for a reprieve. You won’t get it.”
I swallowed hard. “Yes, Sir.”
