I shuddered looking at it all. I didn’t know what to think of it. Some part of it was frightening, the idea of pain, the idea of being trapped, but it was also exciting me. I wanted to try it, but I was afraid at the same time.
I felt his body press against my back. “This is the playroom. I know it may look scary at first, but trust me, you’ll learn to love it. I won’t go all out right away, so don’t be scared. I’ll take it easy on you. We’ll start simple and soft, nothing with too much pain.”
“I don’t know …” I muttered.
“You can trust me. I will always abide by the contract. I won’t push you further than your limits and you can always say the stop word. Do you remember what it is?”
I nodded, feeling warmth pool in my belly from his hands that gently slithered around my sides.
“Say it,” he whispered into my ear. “What’s our stop word?”
“Red.”
“Good. Now what’s the word if you want me to slow down or stop the action and do something else?”
“Orange.”
“Good girl. Now, I have certain rules. We’re in the playroom now, so you must always call me master. If you ask something, always say please. I might be a beast in the bedroom, but I appreciate manners.”
“Okay,” I said.
I felt a slight pinch in my waist and knew it were his fingers. He released me and gave me a short slap on the butt. It wasn’t painful, but I jolted up.
“Okay, what?” Dominic said, his voice gruff.
“Okay … master.”
He chortled. “Well done. See, it’s not so hard to do as you’re told. Remember the rules, Julie. If you don’t abide by them, I have to punish you, like I did just now. That was lesson number one.”
My body was trembling and my heart was racing. I didn’t dare turn around. I heard him sniff and I felt a warm breath near my hair. “You smell so nice.” He moved aside my hair from my neck and I felt his breath heat up my skin. I gasped when his moist lips brushed along my shoulder. I closed my eyes as he started to give me tiny pecks from my shoulder to the top of my neck, stopping right below my ear. My panties were getting damp and I shuffled around on my legs trying to move closer to him, to feel him.
He nudged me forward and ripped open the zipper of my dress.
“I want this off,” he said.
Instinctive I clench my hands to my chest, trying to keep the dress from falling down. I’ve never really undressed like this, so visible, so naked in front of a man.
“But I thought you wanted me to wear it?”
“I know I did and it’s nice, but now I want it off. There’s no discussion possible. Take it off or I will,” he said, his voice more demanding than before.
I took in a deep breath and let the dress slide down to my feet.
“Take off the rest too. I want you completely naked.”
“What?”
“Do what I ask you, Julie. Take off your bra and panties or I will have to punish you.”
I swallowed. I’d never experienced a man being so dominant before. It was not usual for me to accept it, but I knew it was part of the contract. Part of the reason why I was here. To feel what it was like. It was part of the play.
My hands fumbled to undo the clasps of my bra. As it dropped to the floor, I shuddered and dropped my hands beside me. My fingers hooked around the lace of my panties and I pulled it down completely. I was naked, facing the wall of this make-shift dungeon, and I hungered for his love.
I heard his footsteps before I felt his arms around me. He pulled me into his embrace. His fingers slithered up to my breasts and cupped them, gently massaging them. He groaned in my ear. I was ready to slip away under his touch. A sudden pinch got me wide awake. My areolas were being squeezed between his index fingers and thumbs until my nipples were stiff.
“Hmm, nice and puckered,” he murmured. “Alright. Go stand over there, between the chains on the ceiling.”
He directed me toward a plateau in the middle of the room and hoisted down some chains hanging from the ceiling. “Hold up your arms,” he said. I did what he asked and then he bound my wrists with leather straps to the chains.
“Spread your legs, too.” Dominic lifted my feet and placed them where they should be, then put straps on my ankles. I was completely nailed to the floor. Legs wide, arms high up in the air, shackled, totally nude.
When he came back up from the floor he just gazed at me, his lips curling up into a devious smile. “I like my girl chained up.” He ran his hands down my breasts and pinched my nipples again until I squealed. He seemed to enjoy agonizing me, looking at his broad smile.
He stepped closer onto the plateau, moving his hand across my spine and now he was only a few inches away from me. I could feel his breath on my face as he inhaled and exhaled. “Do you give me permission to kiss you?” he asked.