Page 72 of Bound By Words

“If I have to carry you out here, you’ll be getting a spanking demonstration as your first lesson,” Nathan shouted from the other room, and my eyes widened as I rolled off the side of the bed.

“Does that mean I get to spank you?” I hollered back, giggling at the loud growling sound he emitted. It was fun pushing his buttons.

Quickly pulling down my leggings, I tossed my ruined panties in the hamper, opting not to replace them. I debated putting on a bra but decided two could play this game. I discarded my damp sweater and pulled a thin long-sleeved shirt out of my suitcase.

Grabbing the comforter from my bed, I wrapped it around my shoulders and snagged both pillows, heading back into the living room.

My completed checklist sat on the coffee table, just waiting for him, but I knew he’d never peek without my permission. His respect for my boundaries was admirable, and I found it hard not to walk in there and demand a copy of his list in my eagerness to get started.

Nathan had moved his work light into the kitchen nook, covering it with a lampshade he’d scavenged from the living room. The candles I’d found were arranged in the center of the coffee table, and all the cushions from the couch and armchairs had been laid out in front of the fireplace. It still wasn’t as warm as it would be with the power on, but the temperature in the living room had a cozy feel.

“You’ve been busy,” I commented as he stared at me impassively.

Nathan sat with his back against the couch, and his long legs stretched beneath the coffee table.

“Forget something?” he asked as he nodded at my chest. The man seemed to have a radar for my nipples, ogling how they stood out beneath my thin shirt for him.

“Nope,” I smiled as I sat across from him, cross-legged on the other side of the square table. “If you don’t need to wear underwear in those sweats, then I surely don’t need a bra,” I paused as his eyes widened, “or the matching panties.” He had to know I could see the outline of his dick in those, but maybe that was part of his game. I had to admit, despite the orgasms earlier, I was rocking a solid set of blue lady balls.

“You’re not going to make this easy, are you, sunshine?”

My smile widened, and I enjoyed the return of the playful banter. “Who gave you that idea? It certainly wasn’t me,” I giggled, my eyes scanning the new additions to the table. A duffel bag was sitting open on top, a bundle of red rope visible through the open zipper, and a stack of paper cards with a single six-sided die on top was sitting in front of Nathan. It appeared he did want to play a game, but something told me it wasn’t like any game I’d seen before.

“You’re just letting your bratty flag fly tonight, aren’t you?”

I shrugged, enjoying how his gaze on me shifted, his eyes scanning my face in another one of those intimidating Dom stares. I was getting used to not squirming under his scrutiny, but damn, he could flip the switch from playful to Dominant in a few seconds. It made me unbelievably hot.

“Did you think earning my submission would be easy for you?” I challenged, and his eyebrows rose almost comically into his forehead.

“I must admit, this side of you is infuriatingly sexy.”

“Such a sweet-talker,” I laughed as I craned my neck to peer at the plain manila envelope he had placed on my side of the table. “Is this for me?”

“In a way,” he grinned, gesturing to my checklist in the corner closest to him. “May I?”

“Nope,” I teased, and he growled, using one of his feet to nudge my knee underneath the table.

“You’re right on the edge of pushing your luck,” he warned, and I felt my face warm with more than just the ambient heat of the fireplace behind me.

“Go on, tell me more,” I encouraged, picking up the envelope from the table and pulling the flap open as I peered at him over the top.

“No more idle threats after tonight, sunshine. I hope you’re ready for this.” His intense stare should have made me squirm, but I felt a rush of adrenaline hit my system as I started scanning the first page of his checklist. Without knowing it, our limits—at least on the first page—seemed to align quite well. I scanned down to the one that’d been the hardest to fill in without experience.

X Impact play – yes

Implements –

Hand – yes

Paddles – yes

Canes – no

Whips soft – yes

Whips hard – no

Floggers – yes

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