Give me a few.” I hung up, scrubbing a hand down my face. A part of me felt as if it were my fault, not giving my patient the knowledge to practice safe bondage.
“Everything okay?” Mae asked, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
“Yeah.” I kissed her softly on the forehead. “A patient who is new to BDSM made some mistakes.” I watched Mae roll over onto her back, a slight wince spreading over her beautiful face. “How are you doing?”
“I’m good. Tired.” She stifled a yawn. “But good.”
“What do you remember?”
“I remember being shackled to the cross. The whip as it caressed my skin. And then falling. Like I was in a dream. And I also remember needing to cry.”
“You dropped,” I told her. “Hard.”
“It was needed.” Mae sat up and stretched.
I agreed with her. “You let me in, Mae. Thank you.”
“No.” She kissed my cheek. “Thank you.”
“I need to stop by a patient’s house but I don’t want to leave you here alone,” I said, rising from the bed.
“I can come with you,” she suggested, wrapping the blanket around her slender body. Her eyes were glassy indicating she wasn’t fully out of subspace.
It had only been an hour since our session. I had tried keeping her awake to feed her some chocolate but it didn’t work. The mind was a powerful thing when stimulated but even more so when pain and pleasure were forced to mix as one.
I gave her some more chocolate and water, while we got dressed. I could see the flush leave her cheeks, the dilation in her eyes simmer. She still needed to take it easy and rest but now I wouldn’t worry too much.
“Ready?”
She nodded taking a deep breath and blowing it out slowly.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” She shook herself, blowing out another breath.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” She smiled up at me, her face pale.
I knew she was lying but I would leave it alone for now.
We left the room, running into Duncan on the way out of the house.
“Hey.” He nodded once. “Everything good?”
“Yes,” I answered. “Thank you. And the room has been cleaned up.”
“You do know I have people for that right?”
“Yes but my father always taught me to pick up after myself.”
Duncan slapped a hand on my shoulder. “You’re a good man, Santos.”
“Sorry, I’m taken,” I teased.
Mae giggled. “Yeah you are.”
Duncan threw his head back and laughed. “Keep this one.”
I winked at Mae. “I plan on it.”
(Mae)
“Everything okay?” I asked Matteo an hour later when he slid back into the SUV.
“Yes. I gave him shit for not giving his wife a safeword.”
“But she knows him and trusts him,” I pointed out. “Isn’t that enough?” I was curious to find out if that was even possible.
“It can be. But it all depends on how deep that trusts goes. In our case, we had agreed during our one session that we wouldn’t use a safeword. You trusted me enough to take that away. That is different. And that was only for the one time. I would never assume that we wouldn’t use a safeword ever again. It doesn’t work that way.”
“So I would need to tell you that I don’t want to use a safeword ever again?”
“Maybe for some Dom’s but not me. I don’t feel comfortable making decisions for future sessions when they haven’t happened yet.”
“So,” I thought a moment. “I basically would have to tell you each time if I wanted to take away my safeword.”
He nodded. “Exactly. My patient who is also now a friend, is a little controlling and likes to take matters into his own hands.”
“Oh. Is his wife okay?”
“She is. Tired but fine.” Matteo gripped my inner thigh, brushing his thumb back and forth over my sensitive skin.
Since being whipped only a couple of hours ago, my body had become aware of everything. The wind caressing my skin. The fabric of my dress brushing over the tiny hairs on my body. I never felt so alive.
“I told him to take his wife to bed and allow her to sleep.” Matteo scoffed, shaking his head. “He reminds me of me.”
“How so?” I enjoyed this side of Matteo. Hearing him talk about his job, his patients, BDSM…it all fascinated me.
“Control. We have none when it comes to our women. The only difference with me is I need to control you even outside of sex. BDSM is more than that. So much more.”
“I want more,” I told him, leaning my head against the back of the seat.