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He turns to me once they’re gone. “What do you need from me right now, Darcy?” Kellan asks, pulling me to his chest. “What do you need?”
“I need you,” I whisper. “Just you. I need to get out of my head. Can you do that thing where you tie me up and order me around?”
“Are you sure?” Kellan asks, a dubious look on his face. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea right now. You’ve just had a whole ordeal. You’ve just been tied up, baby.”
“I’m sure,” I say firmly. “I need this. I need you. I don’t want to think about anything else right now. I just want to know that I belong to you.”
Kellan nods, taking me by the hand to lead me to the bedroom.
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KELLAN
Darcy is still shaken up by the ordeal. I can tell by the way her eyes dart nervously around the room, the way she holds her arms around herself. She says she wants intimacy right now but I’m hesitant to introduce something that might upset her further.
“What is it you want, exactly?” I ask, tilting my head as I study her.
“I need to feel in control again,” she explains, “but also safe.”
I nod, stroking my chin as I run a few scenarios through my mind before I decide on something I think would do that for her.
“Okay,” I say, brushing the tears from her eyes. “I’m going to take you into the bedroom right now. I want to make sure we’re somewhere you feel safe.”
She nods and follows me to the bedroom, but I make no move to strip her down or even touch her yet. Instead, I look through my drawer for a few items and place them on the bed.
“This is the scenario I have planned, sweetheart. I’m going to have you take off your clothes and fold them, neatly. Then I’m going to blindfold you and have you kneel at my feet for tenminutes, resting your head on my thigh while I send off a few text messages.”
Darcy breathes out slowly, her eyes roaming the assorted items with curiosity. “Okay. What’s that thing for?” she asks, pointing to the lace-covered paddle.
“That’s for the next activity,” I explain. “You’re going to lie across my lap and I’m going to give you ten hard spanks with this paddle. The point is to give you some measure of pain, which can bring you out of your head. It will remind you of whom you belong to. Is that okay?”
She hesitates, and I see it in her eyes. “This is about you, baby. We’ll take this as slow as you need. You’re in charge of stopping this anytime, okay? If you don’t like what’s happening, you’re allowed—no, encouraged to say—yellow, or even red, and everything will stop.”
Darcy exhales, smoothing her hands over her thighs. “And then what?” she asks, a nervous edge to her voice.
I smile. “Then I’m going to tie up your hands and eat you out until you’ve come for me.”
Darcy nods, the tension easing in her shoulders. “Go ahead and start taking your clothes off,” I order, stepping back to give her space. She takes them off with little fanfare, folding them neatly as instructed and placing them in a pile on the nightstand.
I step forward, moving my hands slowly toward her, broadcasting my movements. With deliberate motions, I guide her toward the dressing table, where I sit down in the padded chair and wait for her to kneel at my feet. Once she’s on her knees, I slip the blindfold over her eyes and guide her head to my thigh, keeping an eye out for any signs of discomfort or distress.
“Color?” I ask, getting comfortable.
She shifts slightly before answering, “Green.”
“Good girl,” I say, resting a hand on her head. “I’m starting the timer now.”
Once it’s set, I swipe over to my messaging app and start firing off messages, first to Rory to explain why I took off like a bat out of hell, then to Brody and Miles, asking them to take care of a pesky little problem named Guy.
After that, I send a message to Lucky, asking him to go pay a friendly visit to Max and find out if any other nefarious plans are coming down the pipeline from the worthless bastard.
I stroke Darcy’s hair, listening to her soft breaths as I work, hoping she understands that she’s safe with me, she’ll always be safe with me. She seems to be doing well, and I discretely check the timer. A few seconds left. Good. She hasn’t had any issues yet.
The timer buzzes and I reach down, lifting the blindfold off her face. “You did so well, Princess,” I tell her. “You’re doing so good for me. I’m proud of you.”
Darcy’s eyes light up at my praise, and I help her to her feet, guiding her over to the bed. “Are you still okay with the next part?” I check. “We haven’t explored much in the way of pain yet, but it can be a good way to get out of your head.”
“I’m green,” she says, voice quiet but firm.
