Page 36 of The Southern Submission

I walk into my closet to grab a few things and when I come back out, she’s still where I put her. Task one is complete. I approach her, winding a silk scarf around my hands, letting it slip through one palm as she watches until I’m directly behind her. I drag the ends of the scarf up each of her arms in turn, noting the changes as she shivers and goosebumps rise in the wake of the cool black silk against her golden skin.

“What are you doing?” she asks shakily.

“You wanted to know what kind of Dom I am. I’m going to show you a little of what I like to do and the kind of pleasure you can get from it.” She has no reply to that bit of information, but the way I like to play, I can’t take her silence as an indication of her acceptance. “Do you want to play, my perfect little cocktease?”

She looks up at me, biting her lip and radiating tension, but there’s a flare of need that lights in her amber eyes, and she nods. “Yes,” she says quietly.

Unfettered joy and desire burst in my chest that she wants this, too. “That’s my girl.”

I walk around the stool again, letting her track my movement with tense anticipation. I nudge her knees apart with my thigh so her legs bracket mine and she has to look up at me. I trail the scarf over her exposed legs while she’s distracted, making her jump.

“We’re playing with sensations. What do you smell, hear, see, feel? Next, we’ll take away one of your senses so you can experience how everything else is heightened.” I drag the scarf up her shoulders to circle her neck. I’d love to run the ends between her gorgeous tits, along the soft skin of her stomach, down her back, but she’s in a big T-shirt and I’m not getting her out of anything tonight, so this will have to do. I slip out from between her thighs andmove to her back.

“I’m going to blindfold you. Do you want to know what it feels like to have my hands on you when you don’t know where I’m going to touch next, Princess?” I whisper in her ear.

She shivers again and leans into me. “Maybe.”

“Maybe won’t cut it when we play. Yes or no, like my perfect cocktease.”

“Yes,” she exhales, a hesitant expression still on her gorgeous face despite her affirmation.

“Good girl. When I check in, I need you to let me know how you’re doing. Red means stop immediately. Yellow means change what you’re doing now or we’ll have to stop. Green means you’re enjoying yourself. Do you understand?”

She nods, blinking quickly as she takes it all in while willingly letting me guide her like this. Fuck yes. I’ve only dreamed she’d let me do this. To have it happening makes me ecstatic.

“What are you going to do?”

I hold the black scarf in front of her. “You’re not supposed to know in this game, but you’ll enjoy it. Close your eyes and tell me if this is too tight.” I bring the scarf to her face and wait for a nod to allow me to cover her eyes. I run my fingers along the edges, checking the tension, satisfied it shouldn’t hurt her, but significantly reduces her ability to see what’s happening. “How are you doing, Princess?” I ask, checking on her comfort as well as her ability to follow directions.

“Green,” she says after some hesitation.

“That’s right, you’re already so good at this,” I tell her, running my fingers lightly along her neck with my praise.

She relaxes by a degree, her head following the path my hand takes as I drag it along her arm. She’s curious as I expected but not able to relinquish her control, still wanting to anticipate the next move. She’s wound so tight and just needs to let go, to surrender to the sensations and let me ground her here, showher she’s safe, that she can shut her brain off and nothing bad will come of it, that she can actually relax and enjoy herself. I pull my fingers away and watch as she straightens in anticipation, unsure where the next touch will come from. I open a box on the dresser next to us.

“Open your mouth,” I command, popping in her reward when she does.

“Did you just give me candy?”

“Taste is another sensation we’re playing with. You earned it by following directions like a good girl.”

“What was that? It’s good.”

I smile, watching as her pretty mouth sucks on the treat. I knew she’d like it because we both love peach pie, and this is one of my favorite sweets. “Peach Sour Patch candy.” I also have a box of chocolates to reward her with to change things up.

I play with her like this, alternating using my hands, a feather, and a spiky metal Wartenberg wheel until a thin sheen of sweat coats her forehead, knowing I have her endorphins flowing with the anticipation of what sensation to expect next. The music, the scented candle, and the chocolate and candy I feed her keep her other senses overwhelmed in the best way. I reach into my pocket for my next toy, slipping it onto my fingers before I run it lightly along her thigh. She jumps at the feel of the thin metal claws, so different from the soft pads of my fingers or the feather, and different from the rolling motion of the wheel.

“What’s that?” Her hands are already reaching to feel where the claws were before her question is even finished. She can’t stop reaching out for the tools, her hands searching and looking for me, trying to figure out what I’m doing throughout the session, and she won’t fully let go because of it. It’s time to trysomething new.

I capture her wrists with my hands and lean into her ear, my voice taking on a disappointed tone. “Are you going to be a good girl and let me play, or do I need to bind your hands so you keep them to yourself?”

“I’ll be good,” she says, pulling against my grip like I’ll let her go that easily. I chuckle at the words.

“Bullshit, Princess, it’s cute you think you could. Be honest. You’re my feisty little cockwhore with a sassy fucking mouth. Be that all you want, baby. I’ll work with whatever you give me, and I can’t wait to see you tied up for bratting too hard and tempting the consequences.”

Her lips tip down like she’s considering the pros and cons of that end. Her shoulders straighten and she turns toward my voice. “Tie me up, then, you arrogant asshole. I won't be able to stop reaching for you otherwise.”

Jesus. Fuck. My cock swells and I swallow down the building desire with that perfect retort from her smart fucking mouth I want to fill so badly. She’s so goddamn adorable, ready to tease and provoke during a game she doesn’t even know all the rules to. My adrenaline surges, my heart racing with excitement at her willingness to play with me. This is better than I could’ve imagined. She’s already everything I want.

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