"What you want doesn't matter to me."
His words were like candy. An offering of something she had always known she wanted, but never been able to have. They were a promise and a threat.
"But how will I know my limits if I have no say in what happens to me," she said, her voice breaking ever so slightly.
He scrubbed a hand over his chin, over the days worth of stubble that, ever since she had arrived, she'd been imagining rubbing over her freshly shaven pussy. This was only her third time surrendering herself to him, and both of the previous times he'd been clean shaven. She liked the rough look, it suited him better. Suited the situation better.
"You remember your safe words?" he asked.
She nodded. "Yes."
"What are they?"
"Yellow if I'm almost at my limit and red if I need you to stop."
"Good girl. And what do you do if you're unable to speak?"
"Flex my hands and blink rapidly." She demonstrated both movements and when he smiled at her, she couldn't help but be warmed by it. By his pride in her.
Trying not to break form, she shifted her foot slightly, still not used to the stiletto heels he insisted she wear. He had positioned her by the door, legs spread wide, arms at her side. She wore nothing but the leather harness he had given her on their first night together. Her hair was pulled up into a high ponytail that trailed down her back, her lips painted a bright red. She felt completely exposed and it made her wet, standing in front of him like that, while he stood fully clothed, drinking her in.
"We've talked about your hard limits, right?"
"Yes."
At the end of their last play session, they had lain on the bed, his arms around her, and he asked her what she wouldn't be willing to do for him. She wondered briefly if it was a test, thought her answer should be "Nothing." but then she looked into his face and saw he was serious.
So she had given him the list, brief but succinct, consisting of much of the same hard limits she had seen many submissives list on their profiles.
"I would never do any of those things to you," he reassured her, again scrubbing his hand over that damn stubble, making her squirm a little where she stood. "You trust me right?"
She did. Implicitly. Completely.
"I need you to answer me pet."
Once again she nodded. "I trust you."
He moved quickly, his hand closing around her throat. She stumbled in her heels, but he held her firmly in place, squeezing just hard enough to show what he was capable of but not hard enough to cut off her air supply.
"Then what makes you think I give a shit what you're worried about?"
She moaned at his words, anticipation building inside her. Tonight was going to be different, she could feel the energy between them, feel the heat coming off of him in waves. If she had any concerns about her limits, tonight he was surely going to test them.
Tonight was going to hurt.
He held her there, immobile, pulling her up onto her toes and she willed herself to leave her hands at her sides, to not pull at his arm. When he finally lowered her back down, it was only by a few inches but it felt like so much more.
As she struggled to catch her breath, he moved closer, his face so close to hers, his own breath ragged. With his left hand he gripped her long ponytail and pulled her head back. His right hand roamed over her body. Twisting her nipples, slapping her breasts, rubbing her clit. He kissed her neck and slowly slid one finger into her dripping pussy.
"Oh my pet," he mumbled into her neck, pulling even harder on her hair. "You are so wet for me. So willing."