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That night, as we sat in his chair after a light dinner, I began to wonder what I could do to thank him for all that he’d done for me. I knew that he would appreciate a simple thank you, and I could do that, too, but I also knew what he ultimately wanted from me—to be his submissive. Although we had talked about it some before, I knew he had to want more than what I was currently giving him. The idea still terrified me, but I would do it for him.

“Sir?”

“Yes, Brianna?” he asked, stroking my hair.

I paused, thinking of the best way to approach this. Then I remembered the ropes. The ropes he’d used to tie John. The ropes he’d gotten from the drawer in his bedroom. The fact that they were there had to mean something, right? Why would he have them if he didn’t use them? And why in his bedroom?

He reached out and caressed the side of my face with his fingers, tilting my chin up, making me look at him. I must have taken too long to gather my thoughts. Pressing my lips together, I gathered my courage. “I was wondering... I was wondering about the ropes.”

“What about them?”

Stephan continued to massage my cheek with his thumb. It was distracting, but I tried to stay focused, to remember what I needed to say and why. “Do you... why are they there? In your bedroom?”

With my question, he smiled. “They’re there for me to use.”

I closed my eyes. They were there for him to use, but how? Why?

Even as the question floated in my head, I already knew the answer. He’d never hidden what he was from me. He’d never tried to be something he wasn’t. I’d been tied up before, and I’d watched other people be tied up. Was that something he wanted to do to me?

“Do you have another question for me, Brianna?”

I opened my eyes, but I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. “Do you want to use them... on me?”

His hand stopped moving, and I tensed. Had I asked the wrong question?

“Look at me.”

Slowly, I raised my head to look at him. What I saw caused me to release the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. There was no tension in his features, no anger, no disappointment. The look in his eyes was one of gentleness. It was a look I’d seen from him many times.

Stephan cupped my face with both of his hands, running his thumbs along my cheeks. “Yes.” He paused and cleared his throat. “Yes, I’d like to use them on you. Is that something you’d be willing to try?”

I nodded and started to look down. He stopped the movement by tightening his hold on my face.

“Keep your eyes on me, and I want to hear you say it.”

Swallowing, I looked into his eyes. What I saw only confirmed what I already knew. I’d do anything for him. Be anything he needed me to be. “Yes. I’m... I’d like to try.”

He smiled and kissed me. It was hard at first, and I could feel his excitement growing. I grasped the front of his shirt. No matter what happened, I knew above all else that I trusted him. He wouldn’t hurt me. And as long as he was there by my side, I knew I could do whatever he asked of me.

Chapter Ten

Brianna

On Sunday morning after our workout, Stephan had me take a shower in his bathroom while he made some calls. After our conversation on Friday night, I’d been waiting for him to pull out the ropes and use them on me, but so far... nothing. I tried not to think about it, but I couldn’t help my nerves. Would he just take me into his room one day and tie me to his bed? I didn’t know.

Pushing the thoughts to the back of my mind, I grabbed the shower gel and began washing my body with the large sponge Stephan had bought for me. As I washed the sweat from our workout from my body, I tried to prepare myself for the day. We were going to his aunt and uncle’s house for dinner. Stephan said his uncle had promised to be on his best behavior, but I was still anxious.

Stephan had given me some rules to follow for the day. I wasn’t to look down for more than five seconds at a time. I was also to ask both his aunt and uncle one question each. He clarified that it couldn’t be the same question for both either. I had no idea what I wanted to ask them, but I hoped I could come up with something. The last and most important rule, he’d said, was that if at any time I was in a situation where I felt threatened or reached a five or higher, I was to squeeze his hand twice.

When I finished my shower, Stephan was in his bedroom waiting on me. He’d removed the shirt, shoes, and socks he’d worn during our workout and stood at the end of his bed in only his shorts. I waited, not moving, watching him, and remembering what he’d felt like the night before, when he’d had me climb on top of him and run my hands up and down his chest while he played with my breasts. I was becoming more comfortable with sex and touching him in different ways. I wasn’t scared he was going to get upset anymore.

A smile slowly spread across Stephan’s face, and I realized I was staring. I looked down, averting my gaze and feeling self-conscious for some reason.

He laughed.

Before I knew it, he was there in front of me, lifting my chin. “Don’t be shy, sweetheart. You can ogle my body all you want. I don’t mind.”

I didn’t respond.

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