Shane
I was playing a dangerous game, one where I would find out just how good my willpower and discipline was. The day her story had posted had started out shitty, with my thoughts still on taking someone back to my penthouse while she was working there, when she was an angel and didn't deserve that. But then I'd gotten to work and it'd been a boring day, one where I couldn't focus on shit all, except her. I had ended up scrolling her page of stories and finding the one that I hadn't seen yet. And then I'd started reading.
Holy shit. The more I read, the hotter I got. My cock had been hard for her and those dark fantasies that she started. I had told her some of what she inspired, but the dangerous thing was that wasn't all of it. It had gone to my roughest edges, images of her blinded and with an open mouthed gag in my dungeon. I would chain her down like that and make her take whatever I wanted to shove in that open ring in her mouth. Cock, cum, my fingers, whatever I felt like it and whenever I felt like it. And I knew she'd go wild over it too, knew she craved my use. Jesus, the way she had said she trusted me, the way she worried constantly over my pleasure and comforts. Reading that story was a torment. She had written with far more feeling than she usually did and I knew that it was something close to her heart, an emotion she'd been exploring. And it had made me feel fevered, drugged. Each desire fueled more desire. Hunger compounded hunger. Christ, I had called her to have her come to my hotel, like an out of control teenager.
I wanted more of her even as soon as I got home, wanted to take her up to my dungeon and train her to take all of my orders. As it was, I suffered through that night while tossing and turning, resisting the urge to wake up and message her a command to see it followed. Because every act of obedience would only be foreplay before I saw her the next night. It would only serve to make our next game all the more intense with a mindset fuel. And that was the real hunger I had for power play games, the thoughts of craving more and more of my partner, the thoughts of wanting to slowly build the teasing pleasure, until it became unbearable, and then letting it fly like a wind up toy, like those times when I ended up losing myself in her and railing her so fucking hard it should have been videoed.
The thoughts made me toss in my sheets through the night when it made me daydream about having her in my arms again, about everything I wanted to do to her. A lot of those things I couldn't do because I didn't know her well enough to do them yet. But she had been begging to try some harder sensation play, with some pain involved. This was something I was interested in but not for any sadistic reason.
As I had shown her with the flogger, impact play toys could be used to bring the blood to the surface and I loved that. It heightened every feeling my submissive had, made them hyper aware of every touch. They would focus entirely on my nails delicately trailing along the inside of their thighs, for instance, or arch with a cry at the smallest bites across their breasts. Pain, likewise, could heighten the awareness and that was the point for me. Pleasure was something I felt should be approached with the same delicacy that art should be approached. The perfect mix of pain and pleasure was different for every submissive and the right blend could set them alight in intensity. It was a game. How hot could I make them? How alive could they be when both sensational extremes were manipulated and balanced?
These were the same ideas with which I went to Sulfur's to wait for her outside. And she met me there about a minute after that, even though I was early with eagerness. There was something shy in her smile, more shy than usual. "Hello, sir."
Not Aramis. Not even Shane. Lust lanced through me, as if I didn't feel enough of it and whatever she saw in my face made her pause. "Hello, puppy girl." I tried to speak playfully, but it blended with my dark desires to become a husky sound that made her step a little closer to me. "Ready to play?"
I took her hand and guided her inside when she nodded. "Yes, please! Is it the same rule as before? Play the game?"
She asked it tentatively and I smiled. "No, kitten. The rules this time are different, but easy." I waved at Brian when he let us in and then turned to her wary expression. "The first rule is to obey my every command unless you have to safeword."
She curled into my arms, eyes darkening with pleasure while I threaded my fingers in her hair and held her still with her face lifted to me. "Yes, sir."
"The second rule is show respect. And that's it."
"Yes, sir." She rubbed against me and I smiled.
"Good girl. Wait here until I get back with our room. I would offer you the choice of being out here or in a room, but I want this session private, kitten."
She wrapped her arms around her chest, smiling. "Yes, sir. I would choose that too, anyway."
Yes, because she had faith in me. Jesus, that got to me. I went to Brian to get the key to a basic dungeon style room, a harsher one, and then fetched Hunter to take her there. The role play games were fun and I definitely wanted to play some more, especially in the medical room, but after the day before I just wanted to drive her wild and see her screaming in orgasm. "Alright, what's your safewords?"
"Same as before." She glanced around her at the spanking bench and up at the cuffs connected to the ceiling before she looked at me and finished. "Red for stop, yellow for slow down."
"Perfect. Undress, place your clothes by the door, and then come here to the cuffs, please." I smiled at her to soothe her because she was looking at me with just a slight amount of fear. Not a lot, just enough to be sexy when she sauntered back to me, but I wanted to reassure her of it too. Even if some of the passion from the day before was leaking into my face now, I was still the same Dom she knew.
And she nuzzled me when she went to my arms, letting me know she still trusted me. "Yes, sir. You're in a different mood."
