Page 106 of Captured Fantasy

“Go to the bathroom and strip. Get a drink, empty your bladder if you need to,” he ordered. “I’m not closed off to water sports, but that’s for another time.”

He was another man, a darker, harder one. I rose and padded softly to the bathroom and shut the door. My reflection was a different woman too. One with blown pupils, a swollen mouth, and red painting her skin from his hand.

My hands were steady as I relieved myself and stripped, stepping into the shower for a minute to wash up. When I was clean, I gathered my hair in a ponytail and stepped naked into the bedroom.

He’d turned down the lights and there was a rope with a hook affixed to it hanging from the ceiling above the bed. He stood by the dresser in a pair of black sweatpants, the outline of his cock apparent beneath. Without speaking, he pointed to the center of the bed.

I obeyed, settling to my knees before him.

“Hold out your hands,” he breathed.

I did as he asked and he bound my wrists and forearms with a dark purple rope. He drew my arms up over my head and clipped them to the rope hanging above me. The knots he’d made around my elbows cradled my arms, taking the pressure off my shoulders. I looked up at him, feeling so deliciously small and helpless.

He gently lifted my chin.

“I want to collar you, Enza,” he said softly.

“Collar me?”

“If you’re going to be my submissive, I would like to collar you,” he said. “Discreetly.”

I watched as he went to the dresser and removed a flat velvet box and flipped it open. Inside was a delicate white gold necklace with a little circle of diamonds in the center. It was simple, but I could tell it was very expensive.

“What exactly would it mean?” I whispered.

“For right now, it only means that you’ve accepted the idea of it,” he said. “We need to talk through anything else and make sure we’re on the same page and understand what we’re agreeing to before it can mean anything more. And you can revoke your consent for anything, at any time. I think while this is all so new to us we should keep things simple and easy to back away from.”

I nodded. I trusted him completely, but I also recognized that he needed these clear, hard limits as much as I did.

“I don’t want everything we have to get lost in what we do in the bedroom,” he said, his hushed voice gentle. “Let’s just take things slow and easy starting tonight.”

“I’ll accept the collar.”

“That’s my good girl,” he murmured, bending forward so he could clasp the delicate chain around my neck. It rested in the little hollow between my collarbones.

“It makes me feel…safe,” I whispered.

He caressed my face and I nuzzled the palm of his hand, breathing in the scent of him. Then he went to the bedside table where he’d set out a handful of toys and selected a few things. As he drew near, I saw a bottle of lube and a slender, oval vibrator on a string.

He parted my thighs a little further and, keeping his eyes on mine, began massaging lube over my pussy. I was already soaked, but I wasn’t complaining. His touch was gentle and heavenly, stroking through my swollen pussy, barely grazing my clit. He put the vibrator to my entrance, a muscle in his jaw hardening, and pressed it up inside me. The heavy orb rested against my G-spot, my body pulsing around it.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

“Perfect,” he praised, tracing down my thigh.

He stood and wiped his hands and went to the chair opposite the bed. My hips worked against nothing, my fingers wrapping around the rope, gripping it hard. To my dismay, he sat down and reached for his phone, the screen lighting up his face.

“Cosimo,” I choked.

He tapped the screen and the vibrator hummed to life. I cried out, my pussy clenching around it as waves of need moved through my body.

“Eyes on me, Enza,” he ordered. “Don’t fucking look away.”

I nodded, gasping. His dark gaze held mine as he tapped the screen again and the vibration began pulsing. I wanted to close my eyes and moan out the sensations, but I needed to obey him. My pussy was slick with the need to obey, to deny myself just to hear him call me his good girl.

“You can’t come from just a vibrator inside you, can you?” he asked softly.

I shook my head. “I can build, but I can’t finish.”

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