“For me, too,” Elena said. “I like being told what to do. Especially, you know, sexually.” That admission was harder still, making Elena embarrassed by the words and her own desire to turn and run was strong, yet she knew that she couldn’t. Michael seemed to understand something about her that she was only learning about herself and she didn’t want it to stop.
Michael wasn’t running though; he was offering those things that she thought about late at night as she lay in bed. Would giving up control mean giving up a part of herself? Would the trade-off be worth it?
“I know. Do you think that you could do these things? Could you dress in the clothes I choose? Keep your pubic hair shaved? Present yourself to me when and how I instruct you?”
Elena’s throat was dry and her heart racing. He was being so calm, as though this was a business transaction, but she was feeling anything but calm. She admired his calm façade, but she couldn’t help but want to explore what was going on beneath that.
“I want to,” Elena said. She nodded, knowing that as scared as she was, she was more scared of not having the experience.
“Give me the control and I’ll take care of you in return,” Michael said. “I need you to stay open and honest with me.”
“I will,” Elena said, feeling the strong desire to throw herself on top of Michael and kiss him. At least her hands were no longer numb.
Michael stood up and Elena followed suit. “Ready?” he asked.
“Yes, I am,” Elena said, not certain at all. Most of all, she was afraid of doing something that might disappoint Michael.
“Good. Get undressed.”
Chapter 3
“Here?” Elena asked.
Michael didn’t respond and Elena realized that she was already nervous about trusting him. But she wanted to trust him and she wanted to learn more about Michael and about his world.
She slid her dress over her head, aware as she did that Michael was watching her. Being watching thrilled her and she felt special knowing that Michael had planned something specifically for her.
“All of it,” Michael instructed and Elena unhooked her bra and removed it. She slid down her panties, standing naked before Michael and feeling vulnerable. Michael walked toward the door and opened it and Elena froze, scared suddenly at the thought of walking through Michael’s house naked. Images of Mrs. Patterson stumbling upon them made her tense.
“You need to trust me,” Michael said simply. “If you don’t, this won’t work.”
For Elena, those words were all she needed to hear in order to move. She followed Michael through the doorway and into the hall. If Michael had any hesitation or fear that his staff might see her, he gave no indication. Elena took a deep breath as she walked down the hall. There was so much room in his home but Elena kept turning her head, looking for servants or listening for footsteps. Still, she followed, needing to trust Michael as much as he needed her to trust him.
Elena found that focusing on Michael’s ass as he walked was a wonderful distraction and she did so. She was familiar enough with the house that she saw they were walking toward his bedroom and she practically purred, just thinking of the fun they had had in there on early occasions.
Michael led her through the bedroom into the attached bathroom. Elena felt excitement but definite curiosity about why they had bypassed the bedroom. “I want to shave you,” Michael said.
Elena felt her knees weaken. It felt like such an intimate act, but she wanted to show Michael that she did trust him – or at least she was open to trusting him. She was already there naked before him and she knew that there wasn’t any place she would rather be. Elena nodded and Michael approached her, placing his hands between her legs and spreading her labia.
She thrust against him, wanting to feel his hands inside of her. “Patience, Elena,” he said and there was such a tone of affection to his voice that she felt she couldn’t breathe. “First things first.” He removed his hand and helped Elena down onto the floor. He rested her head on a rug and stretched out her arms and legs.
Michael disappeared into the bedroom and returned moments later with a few items in his hands. Elena kept her limbs where he placed them even though she really wanted to touch herself, to feel her own wetness. Michael placed leather restraints around her wrists and he connected them to a bar at the bottom of the sink.
Michael placed restraints at her ankles and pulled her legs apart, tying them to bolts on his wall. Her legs were forced uncomfortably apart, but she didn’t want to complain. She was wet and growing wetter by the moment.