this work if I was always compelled to rebuke him. I suppose that was the point, we’d find our way in all of this—him bossing me around and me reveling in the way he mastered me.
Falling to my knees, I assumed the position and gazed down at the floor, remembering the pose he’d once told me to hold.
“Permission to speak, sir.”
“Granted.”
“I want to see our sex tape.”
“You mean my sex tape?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Why don’t we familiarize you with everything in here first.”
Damien closed the space between us and assisted me to my feet. He escorted me around the room giving me the grand tour, showing me his collection of nipple clamps, sex tongs that widen a woman’s labia, whips and chains and toys and restraints, paddles and blindfolds and feathers, a suede flogger, and a collection of vibrators.
More alarming still was the antique collection of torture devices he had hung on the walls, which he pointed out were merely for décor.
Though with him anything was possible.
Already my panties felt damp from the expectation of how a scene with him would play out.
“Am I ready?” I asked softly.
“Are you?”
“Yes.”
He brushed a few strands of hair out of my face. “Get undressed.”
Damien was no longer touching me, but my skin felt like he was as I slid off my pumps and stripped out of my jeans and blouse. I pulled off my underwear slowly, the blue sapphire twinkling on my left ring finger…a reminder that whatever we did in this room we did as lovers.
Naked, I was led across the room by my master, who directed me to stand between two tall posts. He slipped my wrists into cuffs, pulling the straps wide so that my arms were stretched out on either side of me. There was no getting out of this. My legs were free, but even those he controlled by showing me how to stand with my feet apart.
I wanted to ask him not to hurt me too much, to keep the pain at a minimum, but I felt exhilarated, too.
Standing before me, he held up an iPad and showed footage that had been recorded in this room…in the bed where he took me for the first time. Mesmerized, I watched the moment when he had thrust deep inside me, taking my virginity. My body couldn’t help responding as though it was happening all over again. I recalled having him above me, that pinch of pain, the deep ache and then what followed, a sense of euphoria.
He must have been reading my expression because his eyes softened, as though asking an unspoken question.
“Whatever happens, I’ll always be yours,” I said, my voice a mere whisper.
“Let’s begin.”
He set the iPad down on a long table and brought back two metal clips that he worked to fit each nipple. Damien tightened them until the pinch became a throbbing sensation; the same one I’d craved. The same one that seemed connected to my pussy.
Lifting a leather whip off the table, he tapped it in his palm as he approached me slowly, threateningly, then let it glide along my limbs until my flesh tingled with need. He strolled behind me and I felt a flash of pain and heat as he struck my butt. My breaths came short and sharp as he continued to strike my buttocks.
Damien moved on to a small spiked roller that he weaved around my chest, right over my over-sensitized nipples that were still captured in clamps, causing me to jolt and gasp.
I felt dizzy by the time he stopped, and then I watched him remove his wristwatch and throw that on the table, too. He stripped out of his shirt revealing his toned, tanned muscles and six pack abs.
In a haze, I was lulled by the toys he brought over, one after the other. The vibrators that he seemed to carefully choose, the same ones he placed on my clit to thrum it into another universe.
“Today, it’s all about Pandora’s pleasure,” he whispered.
Unable to answer, I merely nodded, peering down as he pried open my labia with his fingers to reveal how wet he’d made me. He placed a rounded wand on my clit and it cherished that small nub with a violent tremor. I forgot to breathe.
Then he pulled it away just as quickly.
“I need more,” I managed.
“You need what?” he teased.
“To come.”
He moved over to a corner of the room and fetched what appeared to be a curved red seat on a sturdy base. He eased open my