Page 31 of Redemption

Chapter 25

When I’d turnedand spotted Miles on his knees before me, I blinked a few times to make sure my eyes weren’t deceiving me. His submissive pose had my heart almost beating out of my chest and a lump forming in my throat. This was what I’d been waiting years for. To see this man, my man, on his knees. Not in defeat, but as a way to take back control. Because even though he was bowing to me, he held the power of this relationship in the palm of his hands. I might be leading this dance, but Miles was more powerful than he could ever know. It was now up to me to help him unleash that power.

Once he’d admitted his need to submit, I picked up the bag that housed all my toys, including the bundles of rope I loved so much. Rope was made from a wide selection of materials, and I’d experimented with almost all of them. There were lovely ones, including hemp, which was a little more “starchy” than I preferred, but it left beautiful marks along the skin. For Shibari, I adored my jute. One of my all-time favorites was made of bamboo silk. I really only used it for “bedroom” bondage, mostly because of the soft, butter-like texture. The feel of it running through my fingers brought chills to my spine. I couldn’t wait to see it lining Miles’ body.

The last two times we’d walked down the hallway, I’d held his hand as though leading a child. Tonight, he needed to be with me of his own accord, so after I got my bag, I turned my back and walked away, leaving him to come with me or not. The choice had to be his and his alone. No longer could I use my seductive wiles to persuade him to see things my way. Both of us needed to be clear-headed.

My heart skipped a beat when I heard Miles get to his feet and begin trailing behind me. I refused to turn my head and acknowledge him though. When I approached Damian, his eyes scanning the area behind me, he spoke low.

“Room 8 is available for your pleasure, Mistress.”

I nodded my thanks and headed straight to the last room that Miles and I had shared. The night I exposed my identity to him. This was the room where everything truly began between us. I wanted to expunge the previous bad memories, including the argument that ensued, and replace it with lush, pleasurable memories. I needed to remember to take things slow. Acquaint Miles with my specific tastes and expectations of a sub. I swore this time there would be full disclosure and communication. It was vital for our relationship to thrive.

The snick of the door closing behind me had me exhaling a breath I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding. My entire posture relaxed, and my heart rate accelerated with wonder at what the rest of the night would entail. Without turning around, I spoke.

“Please remove the rest of your clothing and place it neatly on the chair. You will then present yourself as you did out there, only your hands will be clasped together at the small of your back. You will not speak unless I tell you to speak. You will keep your head bowed until I give you permission to raise it. You will not touch me unless I allow it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Your safe word remains red. You may also use yellow if you need things to slow down. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I continued fiddling with my bag of tricks even though it was strictly to buy myself some time while I calmed down and gathered my control. I was the teacher now. My mind raced through all the things I needed to do to help Miles. This was going to be the biggest step of my life, and I couldn’t screw it up. Both of us were depending on me.

Once I found my center, I slowly turned around, several items in my hand, and spotted perfection. Posed exactly the way I’d instructed sat Miles. The muscles of his arms and shoulders rippled, and a dull throb began deep inside my core. A throb that would continue to grow until it burst out of me as the night progressed. My eyes scanned his naked body with focus, landing on his gorgeous, erect cock. It curved slightly upward as though standing and begging for attention. Excitement that soon Miles would, finally, after all these years, be inside me had me giddy, but I tempered it.

I circled around his knelt frame, admiring his nude state. The planes and angles of his body were nothing short of a work of art. My fingers itched to touch him. Refusing to wait any longer, I quickly set my items on the bedside table and came to stand by him. I lightly trailed them across his back and shoulders, absorbing the heat from his body through my fingertips.

“You please me, Miles.”

He sat up a little taller, prouder, although he didn’t move in any other way. It was time to test him. I moved around to stand in front of him.

“Please remove my shoes.”

With slow, sensual movements, Miles reached out and gently lifted my foot off the ground. I steadied myself using his broad shoulders. He removed first one shoe then the other and set them off to the side. He returned to his former position with head bent. Now that my shoes were removed, I turned slightly to the side and lifted my foot onto the nearby ottoman. I unclipped my thigh highs from my garter and inch by excruciating inch I peeled them down. Next, came my boy shorts and corset. At no time did Miles’ eyes move from the floor during my strip tease. And there was no doubt it had been a tease. Pride rushed through me.

“Do you trust me, Miles?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good, please lay on your back on the bed and close your eyes.”

He rose to his feet and padded softly over to the bed. He laid on his back, arms bent and hands clasped at his waist, eyes closed, and waited. For the longest time, I stood there staring at him. Even though he was my submissive tonight and followed my commands without hesitation, he did so with an innate strength and confidence. It was the biggest turn on. Shaking myself from my musings, I strode to the bed and reached out for one of the items I’d set aside.

Once I climbed up onto the bed, I positioned myself so I straddled Miles’ pelvis, close enough that his hands just grazed my core, and if I moved just the slightest bit backward, I could guide his length into my pussy. He flinched as my wet heat settled over him; still, he remained silent, although his jaw clenched, and I could see he was fighting back the words.

Taking the satin fabric, I leaned slightly forward and placed it over his eyes before tying the blindfold behind his head. His hands moved as though to reach up and remove it. A sharp slap had them returning to the place on his stomach. His breathing quickened as his other senses fought for control. He was still only partially at my mercy.

“Now begins the true test. Are you ready, Miles?”

He settled down and slowed his breathing, taking deep breaths in and slowly letting them out.

“I’m ready.”

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