Temptation - Leigh Lennon Page 0,56
the loudness of the club, I can hear her gasp. “Calm down, Kitten. I’m kidding.” But I really wasn’t. I would have loved her to want to play with me for all to see.
We watch various scenes, and Eve is very inquisitive yet still on edge. Eve and I make our way to my private room. There’s a cage suspended from the ceiling and a St. Andrew’s cross near the bed along with a punishing table to the side. Though they are all things I own, I had them placed in the room specifically for tonight.
Standing next to Eve, I watch every emotion play off her face. The blush is evident as are the beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
“Let’s sit, sweetheart.” She’s not called me on the change of the nickname, though she’ll always be Kitten to me. Her posture is stiff when she lowers herself onto her seat. I push forward a piece of paper, and her eyes widen at the words and phrases before her.
“This is a checklist for hard limits, what you will agree to and questionable items you’re not sure about. Circle them if you are okay, cross them out if it’s a no, and place a question mark next to the ones you aren’t sure about.”
My heart races as most on the first list get crossed off. Cuffs, flogger, tickle feather, and the spreader bar are the first set of items she has agreed to. Surprisingly, she accepts the rattan cane. No surprise was a big fat no marked out several times to the pony harness and the mouth gag. I chuckle at her. And because the items had been less than ten on this first go round, I’m happy.
The next list I give her is body parts, things she wouldn’t be cool doing or exploring. She didn’t cross out anal as she had some of the other items, and this brings a smile to my face.
“Kitten, what are you thinking?” I ask when she hands me back the last list.
“Well,” she starts, and it isn’t the seductive way she normally uses this word with me in the past. Looking down at the pen, she simply says, “This is so clinical, the spark and spontaneity is taken out when you place these types of papers in front of me.”
“You’re right, but I don’t know how else to do this.” I wish I could explain to her how out of character this is for me with what I’ve willingly conceded only for her. My struggle is as hard as hers. But telling her will only freak her out more. I’ve never worn my heart on my sleeve as I do with Eve.
She stands, walking over to me, and sits on my knee. “I know, and I’m sorry.” She places a kiss on my forehead, and if I hadn’t known beforehand, I do now, without question. I’m in love with Evelyn Lipton.
She goes willingly to the St. Andrew’s cross. She’s naked, and as I bind her hands, her body stiffens. “Kitten, relax, just relax. Deep down inside, I know you want this.” As these words linger in her mind, she loosens from her rigid posture and into my touch. I want to whisper in her ear that I love her, that all I want to do is protect her, and I’ll never hurt her, but the words don’t come. This isn’t the time to share it with her. I know she needs to be loved. It’s evident when her longing looks fall on mine, and shit, do I want to love this girl. And never do I want her to think I’m saying these words simply to fill a void.
I step back and simply watch her. “For now, if you don’t want something, you say red, and it’s over. If I’m pushing you too much, but you don’t want to end the scene, use yellow, and I’ll slow down, and we can talk.”
I pick up the flogger. Normally with a new submissive, I blindfold them, but this is only with trained subs. “This is soft, and it’s used in many ways, but I will start slowly with you.” I start at her thighs with small soft strokes. When her eyes roll back in her head, I take this as a sign of pleasure. Each stroke is methodical, awakening her senses and pulling moans from her luscious lips. Moving up her torso and to her arms, I work it down her body again.
I think I should