Page 102 of A Lesson In Beginning

Turning off my brain and trying to push down my insecurities was nearly impossible as I stood there in nothing but the golden collar around my throat, in the middle of Joel’s bedroom floor. Scratch that. In the middle of Sir’s bedroom floor. Just thinking his honorific had me blushing, a smile crossing my face unbidden.

“What has you grinning like a Cheshire cat, wildfire?” He teased me playfully, catching me. My eyes were closed, as he had commanded.

“What is a Cheshire cat, Sir?” I asked, clearing my throat.

“Ah, ah. Do not try to change the subject, love. Answer me.”

“Well, how can I answer if I don’t know what a Cheshire cat is?” I had no warning before his hand came down sharply over the curve of my ass. I let out a small yelp, more out of surprise than pain, but I managed to keep my body still, in obedience to Sir’s command.

“Don’t you dare stop bratting, love. I am eating it up.” His breath fanned out over the shell of my ear as he whispered, his hand running over the stinging mark on my ass.

“Then why did you spank me, Sir?” I knew I was playing with fire, but… well, he did call me wildfire for a reason.

“Because I like the look of your body with my marks on it.” His fingers touched the open circle at the center of my collar reverently, the sentiment unspoken but echoed in my heart.

“I like your marks on me, too, Sir.” I blushed again, his hand moving through my hair as he stood behind me.

“I think I’m addicted to your hair. It’s so long, and thick.” He mused as his fingers played through my tresses.

“Well, I’ve recently discovered I like things that are long and thick.” I snickered for only a moment before he tugged sharply on my hair.

“Did you just make a joke about my cock, wildfire?”

“Not a joke, Sir. Simply a comparison.”

“That mouth of yours…” He trailed off with a murmur of satisfaction.

“It’s quite talented, and not just with words, based on the sounds you made the last time it was wrapped around your cock.” I blushed wildly. Such wanton sexuality was still new and unfamiliar to me, even after the few scenes that Joel and I had enjoyed together. But now, instead of shame and embarrassment, I felt only the surge of arousal and excitement. Ok, maybe I was still a little embarrassed to speak so brazenly, but I wanted this. I wanted him. I wanted to turn him on, and I knew bratting was one sure-fire way to achieve that.

“I have half a mind to put a gag in your mouth. You’d look so pretty like that. Sadly, I prefer hearing those noises you make, and the bratting attitude, as well. Now shush and let your mind relax. Let me take your worries away. Just breathe and obey. Be mine, my wildfire.” I took a deep breath, my shoulders relaxing as I let myself sink into the feeling I now knew was called sub space. That floaty feeling tickled at the corners of my mind, helping me to relax into his touch, into his dominance.

“I want you to wear this again tonight, wildfire. Do you accept?” My eyes opened, and I saw the black fabric of the blindfold in his hands as he held it up before me.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Are you sure?” I nodded my acceptance. “I want you to use your safewords tonight if you need them. Remember, you can call yellow at any time if you feel uncertain, worried, scared, or anything else. We’ll pause the scene and talk about it.”

“I won’t run again, Sir. I promise.”

“Good girl.” He kissed my forehead before settling the blindfold over my eyes. “Tonight, let your mind go. Let me have it all. Just feel. Just listen to the sound of my voice, and obey.”

“I trust you, Sir.” He kissed my lips, teasing me with the promise of more to come as his fingers danced over my skin, down my breasts to my stomach with the lightest of touches.

A moment later, music poured through the room. Something instrumental and sultry. It sounded like sex. The rhythm made me feel sensual; made me ache for his touch.

He led me to the bed, helping me to lie back against the pillows. He brushed my hair out, letting it fan across the pillow as he knelt over me, the rough fabric of his boxers brushing against my ribcage.

“Do you trust me, wildfire?” He whispered softly. I nodded as his hands lifted my arms up above my head. Soft leather wrapped around my wrists, accompanied by the clanking of metal buckles. A moment later, he had me cuffed securely to the headboard, completely prohibited from moving as I wished to.

He moved further down my body, his legs straddling my hips.

Something light and soft brushed against my skin, teasing along my inner arms and moving down lower until I jumped, giggling as he tickled me softly.

“Oh, I like how you react to the feather, wildfire.” He groaned as I giggled, writhing beneath him. The feather moved this way and that, tickling along my neck, down my collarbone and over my breasts.

Tickling, teasing, tormenting touches ran over my body, grazing my nipples as I arched into him.

“Sir.” I sighed, my hips rocking up into his. I ached to feel him between my thighs, but he remained just as he was, teasing me to near madness.

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