He rolled off her and quickly untied her hands, rubbing where she'd been restrained. Her shoulders were burning from the position she had been in, but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. He slipped the blindfold from her eyes, causing her to blink a few times before she noticed the room was completely dark. She looked around and tried to focus, but she couldn't see anything.
"The sun has set," he informed her. "And the shades are drawn, so there isn't any natural light in here." He ran the back of his fingers down her cheek. Strangely, his touch relaxed her and helped her adjust to her surroundings.
Katherine stretched her muscles and shifted herself into a more comfortable position.
"Are you okay?" he asked just as he had done during their encounter.
"Yes, Sir," she whispered.
"I want to explore this further," he told her as he ran his fingers down her arm. "Are you still interested?"
"Yes, I am," she said with a newly found confidence.
After experiencing what they had just shared, there was no way she could stay away.
Chapter 4
First official weekend …
Luke had serious reservations about this whole arrangement and while he battled with himself over his decision, training Katherine was the right thing to do. She'd walk away from this a submissive, or she'd never want to do it again, either way, he felt he should be the one to guide her. What were a few weeks or even months? When this was over, he'd go back to a more experienced participant.
He sat in the dining room and waited for her to enter the house. On Thursday evenings, he would text a set of instructions for what he expected from her on Friday. It could be as simple as where to pick up dinner, what to wear, or what he wanted her to do once she arrived.
Since this was their first full weekend together, he'd asked her to meet him in the dining room. Luke glanced at his watch and smiled when he saw she had about thirty seconds to spare when she appeared, seemingly flustered, in the doorway. She was wearing a tight gray sweater, short denim skirt that barely covered anything, and black boots that stopped just below the knee.
"I-I couldn't remember where the dining room was," she explained. "The house is really big."
He shook his head, because he didn't want any excuses. She stood in the doorway with her head lowered, waiting for his next direction.
"From now on, you'll remove your shoes and jacket and place them in the foyer closet before entering any other parts of the house."
She nodded.
"This is not a room where you may speak freely," he continued. "Of course, you can always safe word if you don't like where I'm taking things, but as long as you enter my home on time on Friday evenings, you belong to me until Sunday afternoon."
She continued to stare at the floor.
"Come to me," he said. "Kneel at my feet."
She slowly walked toward him and did as he told her to do.
"When we're in this room, you will sit by my feet," he said. "Unless I tell you otherwise."
He ran his fingers through her hair, but he could see how stiff her body was. She was clearly nervous and unsure.
"Are you afraid of me?"
"Umm, n-no, Sir," she stuttered. "Well, maybe just a little."
"I appreciate your honesty. Fear isn't a bad thing, Katherine. It motivates us," he said as he continued to stroke her hair. "It's natural to be afraid of the unknown, but you don't have to fear me. I'm here to take care of you, to guide you and protect you, but most importantly, I want to bring you pleasure."
With his free hand, he picked up the paper that was on the table. "This is your checklist. I want to go over it again to make sure you're certain on all the points you're willing to try, and in some cases, not try."
Luke perused the list, but he already had it committed to memory. It was very straightforward, and she really didn't have many hard limits. Most of them were mutual; things he would never try with her, like breath play, public humiliation, golden showers, or anything that would risk her physical safety. There was one that he was hoping they could negotiate in the future.
"You've listed several soft limits," he reminded her. "These are limits that you'd be willing to try as we go forward, but have the right to change your mind. I'll only push you as far as I think you're emotionally capable. Some of these negotiations won't occur until you're much further into this journey. Many of your hard limits are understandable and I agree completely, but there is one that I'm curious about."
She looked up at him with panic in her eyes.
"Don't worry. I respect this list and your limits," he said as he caressed her cheek. "I won't force you to do anything, but what is it that you have against anal sex?"
"I don't have anything against it," she whispered, and he could see she was embarrassed. "I just didn't think a man and a woman did that, so I put it as a hard limit."
He had to suppress a smirk.
"You're such a sweet girl," he said. "Your innocence is refreshing, but a man and a woman can certainly have anal sex, and when it's done right, it'll bring you nothing but pleasure, and in my opinion, it's rather erotic. Will you do something for me?"
She nodded.
"I want you to research it. Take your time and think about it, and maybe sometime in the future, we'll revisit it. Is that something you'd be willing to do?"
"Yes, Sir," she said. "I'll do that for you."
"Thank you. Your trust means everything to me. Have you given any thought to a safe word?"
They had talked about using words like green, yellow and red in the beginning, so that Luke would be able to learn her limitations and how quickly she'd like to take things in the playroom, but he wanted her to have one word she could use if the scene ever became too intense and she needed to stop immediately.
"Yes, Sir, I've come up with a word that I'd like to use."
"Let's hear it."
"Runway." She chewed on her bottom lip and waited for him to respond.
"Like what a model walks on?"
"Yes, Sir, you said I could pick any word I wanted."
"Very well," he said. "That shall be your new safe word. When I ask where we are in a scene, I'd like you to respond with green if you want to continue, yellow if you want me to slow down and red if you don't want to continue. You'll use runway when you need to tell me to stop immediately. Are we clear?"
"Yes, Sir. I understand."
He put the checklist back on the table, feeling satisfied that she was sure, and reached for the small box he'd placed there before she'd arrived.
"Look at me," he said as he guided her chin up. "I have something for you." He opened the box and pulled out the delicate sterling silver anklet he'd purchased after their time last weekend. He'd never collared a sub this quickly, but the thought of her being touched by anyone else infuriated him. He wasn't sure why, but he kept telling himself it was because she was so new and untouched. That couldn't be tainted.
"This is a form of a collar," he said. "It's a symbol of what this relationship represents, and if you accept it, you are to wear it when you are in my presence. I'd prefer if you wore it all the time as a reminder of what you are to me. I chose a subtle collar for that purpose, but I also noticed you don't wear any other jewelry, so I didn't want anything that would feel intrusive to you."
He held out the anklet and showed her the heart-shaped padlock that dangled from the chain. She looked into his eyes.
"You may speak."
"It's very pretty," she said. "I'd be honored to wear it."
A huge sense of relief come over him at her acceptance. He hadn't been sure if she'd be willing to commit so quickly, and it had caused him some stress over the past few days.
"Do you know what it represents?"
"I belong to you," she quietly answered.
"That's correct, and essentially, I to you."
She stared at him as she pondered his words. She was so easy to read, because her face gave away everything she was thinking.
"Maybe not in the same way, but once I place this collar on you, we're monogamous. I'm an extremely jealous man, and I don't like anyone to touch what's mine." He abruptly stood up and extended his hand. She took it and allowed him to help her up. "Are you ready for such a commitment?"
"Yes, Sir," she answered in no uncertain terms.
He nodded as he grabbed her by the waist and placed her on the table.