Page 52 of Thrill Me (Dark Odyssey 3)

“Is this one of the fantasies?” I ask with a saucy smile.

He nods slowly. “It’s the kind of fantasy where I have complete control over your body. Your hands and feet are tied and we go on one hot sinful journey. Want to come on the ride?”

My God, my eyes go wide and I turn, brushing against his cheek. I’ve never done this before. Never really trusted anyone to tie me up and do whatever they want to me. With him… it feels like excitement and a thrill races through me.

“Yes…” It’s the default answer again, but then my mouth is watering from the image of him having complete control over my body.

“Yes?”

I nod and give him a saucy smile. “Yes.”

He moves closer and gives me a brief kiss. “Then… Maria… tonight you are my sub and you will call me Sir.”

“Yes,Sir…” I say and that molten heat comes back into his eyes. Molten heat driven by wild desire.

“Fuck yeah,” he breathes. “Fucking hell baby I’m liking the sound of that far too much.”

Me too. I do too, just like I kind of knew I would. I think I’m a sub at heart. “I’m glad I please you Sir.” I smile.

He cups my breasts and runs his fingers over my tight taut nipples. He presses me against the wall and moves the cup away from my right breast so he can lower to suck. He sucks hard just the way I like it and fondles my left, squeezing gently and running his finger slowly over my nipple.

He moves to it and starts sucking. The slowness is enough to send me over the edge. I can’t imagine what I’ll feel with what I think he has in store for me.

He moves away leaving me gasping and wanting more.

“Strip… take your clothes off for me babygirl,” he commands.

“Yes, Sir.” I smile and he does too.

It feels natural and playful to talk to him like this, even though I know he’s about to take me into a dark fantasy.

I take off my slip and panties. When I kick off my heels the coolness of the floor seeps into the soles of my feet and I instantly feel tiny next to him.

He walks over to the table and picks up a set of leather cuffs attached to chains.

The table is adjustable and custom designed so that it has arms and legs that can be extended into the perfect position to be truly dominated in whatever way you submit to. Right now it just looks similar to the type a masseuse would use. But it’s so much more than that.

“You’ve never done this before,” he states. He knows. I told him. I’ve probably told him a lot of things I shouldn’t have. I certainly learned to be careful of what I told him after I told him I’d lost my virginity to Rodney Tyler and Salvatore nearly did end up in prison for beating the guy senseless.

It wasn’t even because Rodney was five years older than me and a complete prick who collected his groupies. Being quarterback for his college team came with collateral.

“I want you to do this with me,” he states. “I want to be the first man to take you in certain ways. But… this whole room is based on one thing.” He gives me a lopsided grin that makes him look alluring.

“Wild fantasies of being tied up,” I fill in.

“Yes but that’s what it is. What makes it happen though is trust. You have to trust me. You trust me, little sub, to take you over the edge and not hurt you.”

I stare at him and know when he says that, it means so much more. It means more between us.

I feel foolish for not guessing that. It wasn’t that I didn’t know. It was more the case that I didn’t think.

“Can you do that? Can you trust me not to hurt you?” he asks. “Can you trust me with your body?”

I gaze on at him and feel it. He’s never, ever given me a reason not to trust him.

In fact it’s been the reverse. He’s given me every reason to trust him and he’s the only man in my life that has done so. I’ve just never given my heart before. He’s asking for my body.

It’s a step in the direction I want. It’s a step in the direction I want to take.

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