Page 27 of Keep My Secrets
“Yes, ma’am.”
I take the elevator up and enter the foyer to the penthouse. Once inside the door, all the lights are off. Except one in Theo’s room.
I slowly make my way to the open door, counting my steps. My heart pounds in my ears as my core tightens. The mix of want and fear battles as I inch closer step by step. Once in the doorway, I can see Theo sitting on the couch at the foot of his bed.
“Daddy?” I ask softly.
“Explain the stop lights.”
“Red means stop, Yellow means approaching red, check in, or slow down. Green means good to go.”
“And you will use them.”
“If I need to.” I smile as I see his hand flex over his knee.
He looks at me, his eyes dark. He has been waiting all night for this, for me.
“Come here.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I slowly walk to him, taking in every moment his eyes shift over my body.
I stand in front of him. He places his hands on my hips before standing, towering over me.
“Strip.”
Chapter
Twelve
Aria
“Strip.”
My core tightens at his command. I slide my feet out of my heels and kick them off to the side. I maintain eye contact the entire time I am unbuckling my belt and sliding my pants down my legs.
Theo’s expression doesn't change, his eyes don't wander. His gaze remains fixed on mine.
I pull my shirt over my head, leaving me in just the black lace bra he purchased for me the night before he left.
Slowly unhooking it, it slides down my arms to the floor.
“Give me your wrists.” I bring them in front of my body and offer them to Theo. This is becoming almost a ritual. Not that I am complaining, but it's become a familiar routine. He removes my watch before securing my wrists in the cuffs.
I expect him to carry me to the bed, but he doesn't. He turns me around and bends me over the side of the bed. He attaches the cuffs to a leash attached to the headboard. He pushes my legs apart and puts cuffs on them as well. I stand on my tippy toes, and I am unable to close my legs. He steps back and watches asI adjust to this new position. Even though I have been bound and naked with Theo before, this somehow feels different, more vulnerable. There is nowhere to hide. No way to pull away. I am truly at his mercy.
He seems to enjoy this very fact. I try to look over my shoulder and watch him as he sits back on the couch, arms resting on the top of the couch, in his lap is a long, thin, black stick with a leather flap on the end. It was hanging next to the flogger and paddle, so I can only assume it serves the same purpose.
My heart begins to quicken in anticipation. I stare at the whip in his lap. My chest tightens, but so does my core.
“Aria.” Theo pulls my attention to him. “Do you know how long you made me wait?”
“No.” I could guess, but I am not sure. I drop my head into the sheets, knowing if I fight to keep my head up, my neck is going to be extremely sore.
“Nearly three hours.” That can't be right. I tried to remember what the time I saw on my watch or clock was, but couldn't. “So now it's your turn to try and earn forgiveness.”
I hear Theo stand off the couch. He walks around, admiring me. He stops behind me and places the end of the whip on the back of my neck. He slowly drags it down my spine. My breath hitches. My core tightens as he keeps lowering it down my back and stops with it gently placed along my ass crack.
While my brain is telling me I am in danger and to be scared, trying to trigger my fight or flight, my pussy is drenched.
