Page 8 of Playing with Forever
I reached for the straps of my dress, pushing them off my shoulders and letting them fall down my arms, exposing my upper body to his gaze, which didn’t seem fair considering he remained fully dressed. His eyes flicked to my breasts, his expression not giving anything away as he continued to watch as I shimmied my hips so I could push the rest of the material to the floor. My underwear followed, and then my heels.
He picked up my clothes and set them on a nearby chair, then returned. While I stood still he circled around me once again, gently trailing his fingertips over my body, heightening my awareness of his touch. He grazed them across my arms and shoulders, and down to my breasts, murmuring huskily, “what a pretty little thing you are,” making me flush from the compliment.
I gasped in surprise as he flicked his finger against my nipple, furling it into a tight, hard bead. Before I could recover from that unexpected sting of pain, his hand was skimming down my stomach. Holding my gaze, he dipped his long fingers between my legs, gathered my clit between two fingers, and gave it a little pinch. I swallowed back a moan, but the muffled sound somehow managed to escape past my lips, anyway.
“Don’t hide your sounds from me,” he said, my mind short-circuiting at the lazy way he kept tugging on my clit. “I want to hear every moan. Every blissful sigh, every scream of pleasure when I allow you to come. Your body belongs to me, so that means your orgasms are mine to give when I feel you’ve earned them. Do you understand?”
I nodded, and found my voice. “Yes.”
“Yes . . .” He inclined his head, waiting for me to figure out what he wanted.
“Yes, sir,” I finished.
His eyes flashed with approval. “Good girl.”
His praise shocked me—not just because he gave it to me, but how good it made me feel. How those words softened everything inside of me and made me want to please him even more.
He gave my pussy one last deep stroke, and my knees went weak when he withdrew his hand and sucked the taste of me off of his fingers, then licked his lips as if he didn’t want to miss a drop. I felt like I could hardly breathe, I was so turned on.
“Is there anywhere I can’t touch you?” he asked. “Anything that’s off-limits?”
“Youjustread my list,” I said, belatedly realizing how sassy my reply sounded when he smacked my ass with the flat of his hand. I sucked in a startled breath becausedamn, that hurt. Chase clearly wasn’t messing around.
“Do not undermine my authority, or backtalk, unless you want to see where that gets you,” he said in a strict, uncompromising tone. “I asked the question because I want to hear it from you, directly.”
“You can touch me anywhere you’d like, sir,” I said, then rattled off the kinks I’d listed under my hard limits on the form.
“Better,” he said, and pushed his white shirt sleeves up a bit higher on his arms, to his elbows, giving me more of all those intricate tattoos on his skin. “We’ll start with the standard safewords, which are the easiest for someone new to this dynamic to remember. Green, yellow, red. Do you understand what each of them means?”
I nodded, since it was another thing I’d read in the club’s guidelines. Still, I repeated it back to Chase just in case this was another test. My ass still stung from the first smack and I didn’t want to add another. “Green, I’m good and can handle more. Yellow, slow down. Red, stop.”
“Okay, then let’s get started.” He strolled over to the area where all the toys and implements were, then crossed his arms over his chest. “Pick three. Whatever appeals to you. We’ll start with those.”
I drew in a breath and walked over, an air conditioned breeze brushing across my bare skin, which offset the heat I was feeling from the searing way Chase looked over my naked body. When I reached the wall, I contemplated my choices, overwhelmed by all the options.Three toys. I could do this.
There were a few accessories that I wasn’t quite sure what they did, but everything was clearly high-quality. Even the whips and floggers looked like they’d been handcrafted with the finest leather, and the more personal items were sealed in brand new packaging.
I did want to get spanked, and not just with a hand, so I picked a riding crop. Seemed pretty straight forward for a first time. I selected the cuffs, obviously, because the thought of being restrained and forced to endure whatever my dom administered appealed to those forbidden desires I’d been harboring. They were leather on the outside and fur-lined on the inside, which would at least make them comfortable around my wrists. I also picked a black silk blindfold. I liked the idea of not being able to see Chase while he played with me, and not knowing what to anticipate. Blocking my vision would add a nice little thrill of uncertainty.
Pleased with my selections, I presented the toys to Chase. He took them from me, then walked over to one of the narrower pieces of equipment in the room, which was padded in black leather.
“Bend over this table,” he said.
I did as I was told, positioning my body so that I was bent at the waist. The surface was only big enough for me to rest my torso on, which meant my breasts dangled over the opposite side. Standing behind me, Chase lightly scratched his nails down my back and sides. It almost but didn’t quite tickle, and I moaned at the pleasurable sensation.
“Such a good, obedient girl.”
The sexy murmur of his voice in my ear had me melting with desire as he gently pulled my hands behind my back and wrapped my wrists in the fur-lined cuffs. Then he slipped the blindfold over my eyes, making sure it was securely in place.
“Not too tight?” he asked of the restraints.
“No, sir, thank you,” I said, making sure I addressed him formally.
“I should have known you’d be a quick learner.” Chase sounded amused, but his praise was genuine. “I like what you picked out. These are a good start.” I jolted a little as I felt the crop lightly drag up the inside of my thigh. “But they’re a bit tame, wouldn’t you say? After everything I showed you around the club tonight, I thought you’d be more willing to jump into the deep end.”
“You’re the experienced one, not me,” I shot back before I could sensor my tone. “If you think I went too easy, then you should have picked out the toys.”
I received a snap of the riding crop on my ass, and I gasped as that burning sensation turned into an arousing tingle that spread down to my pussy.
