Page 8 of Spare the Rod

Wordlessly she nodded and took my offered hand before I led her away from the ballroom back toward the butler. As soon as he saw us approaching he straightened, eyes wide and was grateful my history still stuck around, hoping it would somehow help me tonight.

“Would you happen to have a free room open tonight?”

“For you,monsieur,of course. We actually have one that would speak right to your preferences,oui?”

My stomach clenched at the possibility and I cleared my throat, not sure if I could trust my own voice. “It would be greatly appreciated.” I passed him my card. “I’ll just pick this up on the way out.”

“Oui,monsieur.”He gave me directions to the room and without waiting further I led her to the room, anxious to see if it were truly set up to my preferences.

I stopped her outside of the door, taking both of her hands and turning her to face me. “First, I want you to be comfortable, okay? If at any time you are uncomfortable, you have the right to say so.”

“Okay,” she sounded uncertain, but agreed. It was something but I wanted to make sure we laid out ground rules before we entered that room. Once that door shut behind us, there would be no turning back. I knew I needed to tell her as much.

“Not only are we new to each other, but I know you are relatively new to this lifestyle. So you have to be honest, even if you think it will upset me.” I waited for her to nod, this being her first lesson. “You have to use your voice. There might be times I can’t see your face, so unless otherwise unable, you have to speak.”

“Okay. Speak. Got it.”

The corner of my lip twitched at her slight sarcasm. “The first being your safe word.”

She glanced nervously at the door. “Look at me, not the door. I promise nothing in that room is unsafe, and there is nothing in there we will do that you are not comfortable with. We are establishing boundaries before we ever step foot in there. This is a little unorthodox, but so isn’t the way we met.” I couldn’t resist stroking her soft cheek, reveling in the way she leaned into my touch.

“Do you have a safe word, my little temptation?”

She shook her head no and swallowed hard, the image of her at my feet swallowing my cum just like that flashing through my mind making me pause. I wasn’t convinced one night was going to be enough anymore. But it was going to have to be.

“We can go with the traditional red light system, if that works for you. It’s easy to remember, and understand, even when we are in the middle of… things.” I let my words hang in the air, wanting her turned on as she considered what sort of things we would be doing. “Green, is of course, go. Yellow, you are starting to get uncomfortable, but you still want to keep going, and red, hard stop, you don’t want anymore. If you say red, there will be no questions asked, I will stop in my tracks immediately.”

“Really?” she seemed baffled and I wanted to string up every fake, wanna be Dom she had ever crossed paths with.

“Really. This is not just about me. It’s about you too.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

“Good girl,” I ran my hand down her arm, feeling the goosebumps that raised on her arm at my praise. The mirrored pleasure that raced through me at her reaction made my pulse quicken and I had to remind myself to go through the steps to not scare her away.

“Is there anything that is a hard pass for you? Something that would be an absolute no, you would never do in your life ever?”

She bit her bottom lip, the motion tantalizing and making me want to say fuck it and drag her into the room and test it as we go. I knew better though. This stage was critical and we needed to build this level of trust if what I was hoping was beyond that door was actually there. Usually it took much more time than the few minutes we were taking tonight, but there was nothing normal about what was happening.

I liked that she was thinking it over, it meant she wasn’t going to just answer whatever she thought I wanted to hear to please me. Just to get me to take her into the room. “So I’m open to trying almost anything. But I’m not into golden showers. I know that much.”

“Fair enough. It’s not really my thing either, so you definitely don’t have to worry about that.” I stepped closer, pulling her hips against mine, letting her feel exactly what she did to me. “And whatdoyou like, my beautiful temptation?” I paused, my lips a breath from hers. “What turns you on and makes you quiver?” My voice was barely audible, a whisper that brushed against her skin. “I want you a weeping mess beneath me before I allow you to cum for me. Tell me, what makes you fly over that precarious edge of bliss?” I held her chin between my fingers, brushing my lips lightly over hers, reveling in the way her breath caught as I kissed her lightly.

Her eyes were clouded over with passion as I pulled back our kiss ending on a soft sigh. “I-” she stopped herself, her gaze meeting mine full of mutual need.

“Don’t be shy.” I ran my thumb over the back of her hand, pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck. I was already in hot water here, there was no going back. Something I think I knew from the moment I laid eyes on her through the glass the first night. Or maybe it was from the moment I heard her first confessional. It didn’t even matter anymore. All that mattered was her.

“I kind of like to be, you know, tied up.” My brow shot up at her words, a little surprised considering she said she liked to feel free, but at the same time, when done well, being tied up allowed for exactly that.

“Good,” I rumbled in her ear. “Do you trust me, my beautiful temptation?”

“Yes, Sir,” she breathed against my neck. Her words were barely a whisper, but full of everything I needed to hear as her hands roamed over the planes of my back. I linked my fingers with hers and put my other hand on the door handle, feeling her tense as we stepped inside and we both took the room in at the same time.

The butler had outdone himself in his choice of room. Apparently my preferences had not been forgotten even in my many years away. The room was moderately lit, and it looked like an array of switches along the far light would allow for my choice of lighting should I want to adjust it at any time. A glance at the ceiling showed I could alter it in many different areas of the room independently as well. A long bench was stationed in the middle of the room, a rack full of various floggers, paddles and ropes arranged for ease of use during a session sat nearby. A bed sat in the middle of a far room with a table next to it, lubes of various sorts on the top, and I was certain the drawers were full of choice toys as well.

But the piece I knew the butler had sent me to this room for was sitting in the middle of the room to the right, and it was the one that she stared at openly. I watched her for any reaction, needing to know what she thought.

A Saint Andrew’s Cross.

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