Page 62 of The Fixer

“Understood,” she said, her voice firm.

He stood, pulling her to her feet with him. “Then let’s get started.”

Lyndsey’s heart pounded as Jake led her toward the quiet, private space he often used for scenes. Anticipation thrummed through her veins, a mix of excitement and nerves. She didn’t know exactly what to expect, but she trusted Jake completely—and that made all the difference.

Lyndsey stood quietly, her trust in Jake evident as he picked up the silk ropes. This allowed him to enter his top or Dom space, finding peace in the familiar act of binding and suspending his submissive. Though she wasn't sure if she would reach subspace on their first try, she knew he was determined to make it happen.

"I want you to relax and trust me. Do you think you can trust me, Lyndsey?”

“I do trust you, Jake…”

“On the dungeon floor or when we’re playing, I’m Sir or Master.”

“I heard Reyna call Daniels Sir, and Samantha call King Master.”

“Reyna and Daniels like to pretend they have no connection, but neither of them scenes with anyone else. Samantha and King are a committed couple. We’re going to use the stoplight system. Green for everything is good; yellow means you need a break; and red means stop everything until you say different.”

“Got it,” she said nodding.

He focused on her body, seeming to admire how the rope looked against her skin and envisioning the marks it would leave behind for him to savor later—she wondered if he meant to trace each and every line with his fingers or tongue.

"This is the place where I serve you and our pleasure,” he explained as his hands moved, working the ropes. “Where you find peace in surrender, I find mine in dominance."

As he continued to wrap the silk around her, Jake whispered to her, telling her how beautiful she was and how proud he was for her to have chosen him to show her this world. For Jake, D/s was not just about discipline or bending a sub to his will, it was more about a safe place for him to make himself vulnerable to the right woman.

"I think I may dress you in my ropes when we’re alone," he told her as he finished off the last knot. "I left links in the cords so you can experience suspension. Would you like that?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Where are you, Lyndsey?”

“Green, Master, very, very green.”

Jake chuckled as he connected the final silk cord to a suspension harness he often used. He connected her to the harness, ensuring everything was secure so that she could float. Gently and easily, he used the cord to lift her off the ground until she was at chest level.

"Master,” she giggled. “This is amazing.”

She was facing upwards. She couldn’t easily see his face, but she could hear his voice.

"The cords may leave temporary impressions, but they will fade like a memory.”

His breath caught in his throat as he savored the moment, taking in the scent of her arousal and watching her slip into subspace. Jake ran his fingertips along her body, delighting in how her skin goose pimpled in their wake.

"Are you still green?" he whispered.

"Absolutely. I feel amazing,” she purred at him. "I like this, but being held by you is even better. Will you think less of me if I just want to be in your arms up in the lounge?"

"I could never think less of you," he practically purred as he lowered her back down and removed her restraints. He wrappeda warm blanket around her and carried her up to the lounge area with gentle care.

The fire in the hearth of the Cerberus lounge cast a golden glow over the room, the flickering light dancing across the dark leather furniture and warm, polished wood accents. Lyndsey curled into Jake’s chest, her body wrapped in a soft, plush blanket, her hair still slightly mussed from the Shibari session they’d just finished. There were plenty of people in the lounge, but at this time of night, most were engaged in some form of aftercare, the hum of conversation muted, leaving them in a cocoon of stillness.

Jake’s strong arms encircled her, his fingers idly tracing patterns on her shoulder. The stress and strain they had experienced since they met had begun to ebb, but the gravity of the challenges ahead lingered, a faint shadow over the tranquility of the moment.

“You okay?” Jake’s voice was low and soothing, a deep rumble that reverberated through his chest where her head rested.

Lyndsey nodded, her eyes half-closed as she basked in the warmth of his presence. “More than okay,” she murmured. “I feel... safe. Finally.”

“You are safe,” he said firmly, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “Lang’s in custody. His network’s crumbling. You can breathe now.”

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