by Kasey Belle
“That’s a loaded question, kitten. I have to be in charge of your pleasure. I need that. That doesn’t mean that it must involve BDSM. There are plenty of vanilla ways, I could show you how great it will be. If you agreed to trust me, you need to know, I am not asking for your full submission. I haven’t earned that right, yet. I am only asking for a brief taste of your submission.”
“I don’t understand that.”
“Which part?”
“The asking part. Shouldn’t you demand my submission?”
Paul shook his head, the muscles in his jaw clenched tight. He let out a breath and said, “I’m gonna kill that motherfucker. No self-respecting Dom or Domme, worth their leather, demands submission. Unless, the submissive has agreed to those terms in advance, for a temporary scene or in a contract. A submissive shouldn’t agree to any play, rules, contracts, etc. unless they know and trust the Dominant. Trust comes before obedience. Submission is earned.”
“Is that another rule?”
“Yes. It is, for both of us. For the record, kitten, I don’t think you are being stubborn or overly cautious. I don’t expect you to trust me completely, yet. You don’t and that’s okay. Your wariness doesn’t offend me. It makes me proud. You’re being honest with me and standing up for your wants and needs. How can I expect you to hand yourself over to my care, if we haven’t discussed hard or soft limits, yet?”
“Do you have limits, Paul?”
“I do. I already told you, I don’t like to dole out pain for pains sake. I don’t practice edge play. No knives, asphyxiation, blood, guns, or fire. I do not share, ever.”
Cathy shuddered, “I don’t want to do that, either.”
“What else, kitten.”
“I told you I can’t be restrained.”
“Are you claustrophobic?”
“No. I can’t be that vulnerable.”
“So it’s a trust issue.”
“Um, maybe. I suppose. Yes.”
“Would you agree to table that discussion for another time, when we develop more trust between us?”
She looked at Paul. He waited patiently while she thought over what he said and came to a decision.
“I, uh, I think so. What if later I still can’t do that?”
“I would never expect you to allow me to tie you down, nor would I ever expect you to allow yourself to be put in such a vulnerable position if it was something you couldn’t handle. It’s as simple as that. Your physical and mental safety, health, and well-being always come first, no matter what, kitten. Any other limits?”
“I don’t know. Can we discuss them as they come up?”
“Absolutely. Mutual consent, kitten, always.”
He stood and held his hand out to her. “I have an idea. Why don’t you let me show you my playroom? You can ask me anything you like. I’ll answer any questions you have. Explain anything you want to know. When we are done, you can decide whether you can trust me enough tonight for a taste.”
The tension left Cathy’s shoulders and warmth filled her chest at his patience and ability to compromise. More than his words, those two actions alone, went a long way to relieving her anxiety.
“If I ask you to stop or I change my mind, you’ll stop?”
“Always.” His wide smile showed off his sexy dimples and his eyes held challenge. “What do you say, kitten, are you brave enough to take my hand?”
Never breaking eye contact, she placed her hand in his. He led her up the stairs and down to the end of the hall, to a set of dark, wooden double doors. He opened the doors, grasped her hand, and they entered what appeared to be the master bedroom. He pulled her behind him, and she had no other choice but to follow him, as he crossed the room. Paul stopped in front of a bookcase and ran his hand along the inside of the middle shelf. She heard what sounded like a lock disengaging. The book case opened to a hidden room. Okay, that was too cool.
He stopped her from entering. “Before you enter, I need you to understand what this room represents. My intent is to be honest with you, not to scare you. What I am about to tell you doesn’t apply, yet. I want you to think about it during our tour. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“When you agree to be my mate and my submissive, you agree to the terms of this room. If, you agree to play with me later, you agree to the terms of this room. I am in charge in my playroom. I control everything in the room, your body, your passion, your pleasure, and your orgasms. You are not allowed to wear clothes in my playroom unless otherwise instructed. You may always voice your concerns. You always have the right to refuse, based on the limits, we agree to beforehand. You can’t refuse based on topping from the bottom. That will earn you a spanking and a few hours of sensual torture. You may speak and ask questions unless instructed otherwise. Are you ready for your tour, kitten? If you aren’t ready, we can go back downstairs and talk more.”
Her first instinct was to run screaming from the house, but that was Old Cathy’s way of thinking. Cathy agreed to come upstairs with him because she had to know. She licked her dry lips and nodded. “I think I’m ready for the tour. I’m not sure about the rest, yet.”
Paul lowered his head and kissed her lightly on the lips. “Thank you for being honest and brave, kitten.”
His praise filled Cathy’s soul with warmth. She could get used to the feeling.
Paul motioned for her to enter. Cathy gasped as they walked inside. The room was decorated with dark red walls and ebony wood floors, with a few plush black round rugs placed throughout the space. BDSM paraphernalia changed the atmosphere of the room, from what would be described as comfortably elegant, to something straight out of Dungeons-R-Us Magazine.
A black, metal, four post, canopy style, king size bed, which Cathy knew was for more than sleeping, sat catty corner, in the far right corner of the room. A large contraption made up of two inverted triangles stood against the wall to her left and a floor to ceiling cabinet system, made of the same ebony wood as the floor, was on her right. She knew what a few of the pieces were, some, not so much. A bondage chair, a padded sawhorse, a large, square ottoman, with straps were dispersed throughout the center of the room.
Paul took her to the cabinet unit first and opened the doors. Small hand-held sex toys, various floggers, different types of bondage material, and cuffs. Everywhere she looked, there was something else. She quickly turned her gaze to him. She knew he could see the conflict inside her. She couldn’t decide if, she wanted to beg him to have his wicked way with her or run for her life. He wrapped and arm around her shoulders and smoothed his hand up and down her arm.
“Relax, kitten. I’m not planning for you to try out all these, tonight.”
She swallowed, trying to alleviate her dry throat. “Eventually?”
“Depends.”
She looked around again, trepidation knotting in her belly. “On?”
“Hard limits, and if, I think you are ready.”
Was she ready? That would be a resounding, No! And limits? She had plenty of those. An unwelcome thought crossed her mind, her green-eyed monster reared its ugly head. How many women had he brought here? How many of those toys were used on those women? Oh, hell no! Agreeing to submit to Paul was one thing, if she agreed that is. Him using toys on her that he used on other women? No, fucking way.
“I don’t have to be wolf to sense your anger, mate, it’s written all over your face. What’s running through that brilliant brain of yours?”
She hesitated. Should she tell him? What would he do to her when she did? She was alone with him in a giant dungeon. Fiona and her men knew where she was. They would come looking for her, if she didn’t show up at the house soon, right? What the hell was she thinking? A hard smack to her backside drew her focus back to Paul.
“Focus, kitten. Answer me. Now.”
When he used that voice, she got all shivery inside. She lifted her chin, determined to stand her ground and let him know how serious she was. It was one of those hard limits, he discussed
. “I won’t use toys and stuff that you used on other women.”
His lips kicked up slightly at the ends and he raised his hand. She flinched. She saw a brief sadness in his eyes, it hurt her heart. She mentally berated herself, once again, for the habit. He was not Bud.
He cupped her cheek. “Thank you, kitten. And just so you know, the only person to enter this room or touch anything in it, until now, is me. I built this room and purchased everything, in the room, for my mate.”
“Oh, well, um, good, then.”
He chuckled. “Come, I want to show you everything. I will explain each piece. If you have questions, I expect you to ask them.”
He took her to the bed next. Paul positioned himself behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He rested his chin on top of her head. She expected to feel trapped or claustrophobic, instead she found herself leaning back into his embrace.
“I had this custom made by a company in the UK.”
“It’s beautiful.”
“It is. However, the steel, four-poster, triple arched canopy design has function, as well as style. See those.” He pointed to the nine large rings attached to the underside of the canopy. “They are perfect for creating limitless hours of suspension and restraint play.” He moved his mouth close to her ear. She could feel his hot moist breath on her neck. “I had the padded, upholstered headboard added to protect my mate’s beautiful skin when she is cuffed to it. Don’t get me started on the sex sling attachment, and the endless hours of pleasure that can be found with that little accessory.” Her body quivered with arousal and fear, from the images he provoked. He kissed her ear before he let her go. He her hand and led her over to the triangle thing. “Have you ever heard of a St. Andrew’s Cross?”
“Yes, but this doesn’t look like any I’ve ever seen?”
“Seen a lot have you?”
She shrugged. “Only on the internet.”
“Hmm, we’ll discuss that later. You’re right, it is different, because this isn’t a St. Andrew’s Cross. It’s called a Triangle Cross. I prefer the Triangle Cross to the St. Andrew’s because it offers more variety when it comes to cross play. It’s made by the same company that made the bed with some, less than standard modifications.” He pulled her back a few steps. “Stand here and don’t move.” He used his foot on a lever at the bottom and pulled it away from the wall. That’s when she noticed it was on wheels. He rolled the cross away from the wall, turned it sideways, and engaged the break. He grabbed a hold of a lever in the center, where the triangles met. The cross swiveled until it was perpendicular to the floor. He went to the top and unlatched the center bar that made up the base of the triangle. The bar split in half and formed set of legs. He moved to the other side and did the same thing. Once he was finished, it looked like a big X-shaped table. He gestured her forward.
“I had it padded for comfort, as you can see. Go ahead, kitten, touch it. Feel the soft leather under your hand. The foam padding underneath will offer hours of endless comfort and support. The open ends allow me unfettered access to my naughty sub, in need of a little sensual discipline.” She physically felt the heat in his gaze.
“It is very soft.”
“The padded cuffs I showed you in the cabinet, will fit every piece of furniture in here.”
A shiver of trepidation rolled up her spine, but she chose to ignore it. “That’s a bondage chair?”
“A special type of bondage chair. It’s called a Birthing Chair.”
“Seriously?”
He smiled with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Yep. Think about it. You could conceive and give birth using the same piece of furniture. True circle of life stuff.”
He pointed to another piece of furniture. “That’s a padded sawhorse. The naughty things I could do to you are endless.”
She imagined herself bent over the padded sawhorse or restrained in that chair, as Paul had his way with her body, driving her to pleasure. Her breathing escalated imagining just what it would look like as Paul fucked her. Juices leaked from her pussy and soaked her panties. Her nipples pebbled as if begging to be sucked on, her thighs quivered, and her mind screamed. She couldn’t stop the small moan that escaped from between her lips. She really wanted to feel his cock deep inside her, pounding into her from behind. Given her history that surprised her.
She’d be willing to do any and all the endless, naughty scenarios that crossed her mind. If, she could get over her debilitating fear of being tied down, unable to fight back, and completely at someone’s mercy.
Chapter 19
Paul kept a running dialogue as they moved forward. He named all the pieces in the room and explained their functions. He saw interest in her eyes with regard to some and fear for others. When they reached the spanking bench which he saved for last, he asked her again, “Will you trust me, just a little?”
“You’ll stop, if I ask?”
“Yes.”
“I have to be naked?”
“Yes.”
“I’m not ready for sex.”
“Wasn’t expecting any. This is all about you, kitten.”
Paul watched her carefully. He opened his senses, blocking everything out, except her. He waited for her decision. If it was no, he wouldn’t let her see his disappointment. It took a lot of grit for her to walk through his door, to come in this room, and trust him not to harm her. He was so damn proud of her for it. He said nothing as she warred with herself. Paul wanted to push her, but it wasn’t up to him. It was her choice, hers to make alone, without his influence.
She glanced up at him from beneath her lashes. Heat filled her cheeks and her hands trembled slightly as she reached for the buttons on her blouse. He sensed her nervousness and anxiety, but not fear. He smiled.
She didn’t look at him again until she was standing naked before him. She met his eyes and moved her arms to cover herself.
“Stop!” He gently grabbed her hands and placed her arms back at her sides. In a stern voice he asked, “What is your number two rule, kitten?”
He caught her off guard with his question. She tilted her head and thought about the answer. “No hiding?”
“Are you asking me or telling me?”
“Telling, yes, no hiding from you.”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “Very good, kitten.” She smiled and soaked up his praise as he knew she would. He took her hands and place them at the small of her back. “Clasp your hands together, kitten.” He breathed a bit easier when she did as he instructed. “Place your legs shoulder width apart.” He stood back and admired her. Her head hung low, not in submission, but embarrassment. That wasn’t going to work. “Head up, eyes looking straight ahead.”
“By the Fates, you are fucking gorgeous.” He adjusted his cock as he gazed upon his mate. He dreamed about this moment. His mate, in their playroom, waiting for him. He placed his finger under her chin and lifted her eyes to his. He placed his hand on her waist and caressed down her hip. “So soft. You have no cause to be embarrassed or self-conscious. You are more beautiful than I imagined, and I have an excellent imagination. I promise not to hurt you. Do you trust me?”
She nodded.
“You have to say the words, kitten. Communication is key.”
“Yes. Um, Paul?”
“You have question or did you forget my name?” He coaxed a smile from her with his teasing.
“I know your name, silly. I was wondering, what do I call you in here? Sir or Ma-Master?”
“The thought of calling me Master scares you, in fact, it repulses you.”
She lowered her eyes. “I’m sorry. Yes, it does.”
“Because he made you call him that.”
He watched her gather the courage to answer him. He was so damned proud when she raised her head and jutted out her chin in a tiny show of defiance, not against him, but against her abusive past.
“He did. I know you are not like him, please don’t think that. I think calling you that, would make me think of him. I don�
��t want to think of him when I am with you.”
He smiled and kissed the corner of her mouth. “I am so proud of you, kitten. I know how hard it was for you to admit. You can always be honest with me, no matter what. I hate to hear the truth about your past because it enrages me to think about what he did to you. It makes me crazy. That’s on me, not you. Understand?”
“I think so.”
“I want you to talk about it. That’s the only way you are going to heal. I don’t want you holding back, because you think my anger is pointed at you, it’s not. I want to rip him apart for what he did to you. You aren’t to blame in any of it. I will try to keep my homicidal urges in check.”
Her sly smile told him, she wasn’t sure she believed him, but she would trust him to not go feral.
“Now, back to your question. If you were just another submissive, I would insist you me Sir. If you were someone I played with regularly, I would insist on Master.” The longer he talked the more disgruntled her expression. “What?”
“I don’t like hearing about those other women. Especially, when I am standing here naked, for you.”
His mouth fell open in shock. His kitten had claws. Her eyes shot fire and her cheeks flushed in anger. His mate wasn’t only jealous; she was pissed-off jealous. His wolf howled in joy and Paul did a mental hell-yeah-fist-pump. Normally, he would smack a subs ass for the sass. Cathy wasn’t some random sub, she was his mate, and she was right. He would feel the same if she spoke of willingly submitting for another Dom. Bud didn’t count. There was nothing willing about what he did to her. Cathy’s pulse began to race. He saw her fight-or-flight response kick in as she realized what she had done. She didn’t move, but her body was ready to bolt. She waited on his response, to make her decision.
“I was only trying to make a make a point, kitten.” He left his hands at his sides, leaned in, and placed a lingering kiss on her soft lips. “I won’t punish you for the outburst, because you are right. I shouldn’t speak of other submissives. They have no place here, or anywhere, in our life.”
Her body sagged in relief. “Okay. I’m sorry, I snapped. I just didn’t like hearing about them.”
