Travis closed his arms around her from behind, tilting her chin to him so he could kiss her. His lips were warm, cajoling, unraveling her tightly wound emotions as Hank returned and caressed her bared throat before leaning down to lay a kiss on her there. Trembling in their embrace, she panted rapidly as Hank began unbuttoning the row of buttons that held her lightweight sweater closed in the front.
Hank laid her sweater open and looked into her eyes as he gripped her jaw with gentle fingers, trapping her gaze with his. In a soft, but firm voice, Hank said, “Let Travis undress you, Nika, while I get ready.”
Get ready?
Travis chuckled as he kissed her shoulder and said, “You are a delight, Nika. The way you react is like food to a Dominant’s soul.”
“It is?”
“Yes. Your face is like an open book,” he said as he tilted her face again so she couldn’t watch Hank as he rifled around in the black bag. All she could see was Travis as he removed her eyeglasses, laid them aside, and kissed her.
“What are you going to do with me?”
“Nothing you won’t love, some things that may surprise you, and other things that push your boundaries a bit. Do you have a safeword picked out yet?” He watched her with brown eyes that were warm with desire and she could feel the hard shaft pressed against her ass.
“We’re not just going to make love?”
“No, Nika. We don’t ‘just make love.’ As nice as making love to you sounds, that’s not all we have planned for you tonight. We won’t hurt you, but we plan to begin as we mean to go on.”
But what if beginning as I mean to go on leaves my heart broken in the end?
Travis watched her and his brows drew together as he turned her to face him. “Why the sad face? You have nothing to fear from us. Hank isn’t getting out the whips and chains, Nika.”
She shook her head, dispelling the thoughts, hoping she wasn’t dampening their desire to dominate her. “Nothing. I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“Then trust us to take care of you. You heard what Hank said the other night about his kind of Dominance. Maybe we’re atypical and that’s why we’re doing this together with you. Neither of us is going to suddenly present you with a stern, harsh demeanor or withhold affection from you. We don’t flip a switch and turn into uber-Doms. Our play begins and ends with what we think that you need as our sub. We want to set the part of you that’s in bondage free, not the other way around. Did you imagine Hank was getting out the manacles and a cane?”
“No. We haven’t talked about hard limits yet and I knew he wouldn’t do that.”
“Let’s talk about that now. Off the top of your head, give me your hardest limits.”
She bit her lip for a second. “I made a list in a document on my computer, in case you wanted it.”
“You don’t need to go to your computer right now. Just tell us your biggest concerns.”
“The really edgy stuff comes to mind first. Piercing, asphyxiation, knife and fire play, scat, golden showers, and really heavy pain play. I don’t have a high pain threshold. Also, anything that has to do with humiliation. No slapping or yelling…” The image of Brent, his face right up in hers, yelling at her until spittle formed in the corners of his mouth came to mind and she shuddered and shook her head.
Travis instantly released her, but stayed near. “Okay, that was a big one, for you, going by how you just reacted. Absolutely no humiliation play is fine with us. What else?”
Maybe it was his reassuring tone, or his protective stance and the serious look in his eyes but she blurted out. “I trust you with everything else if you understand that about me.”
Hank moved about the bed quietly as he asked, “What about being restrained?”
“As long as the restraints don’t cut into my skin and you don’t ever leave me alone while tied up, I actually find that to be a turn-on.”
Travis drew her gaze back to him so she could no longer watch Hank. “We’re definitely exploring that then, Nika. Would you tell me about your anxiety at the wedding, yesterday?”
She nodded. “Crowds. Tight places. I was really nervous yesterday because I knew if I had a panic attack there was no easy exit strategy. That fact heightened my anxiety. If I don’t keep a tight rein on it, it can spiral out of control. I carry a prescription for emergencies but I didn’t have it with me yesterday. I avoid using it unless I’m certain I can’t stall the anxiety in other ways. I dealt with it okay yesterday, and you were…”
“We were what?” Travis asked with a grin.