Oh wow! That had not been what I expected at all. He was so perfect, but I needed to see beyond his perfection to his darker side.
“Go to the couch and undress, fold your clothing nicely and put it on the stool. Leave your shoes on the floor beside it and then come and kneel at my feet, sub.”
This was it. The exchange had begun. Tingles of desire swarmed through my body like the fluttering of thousands of butterfly wings. This is how it is supposed to be, how I was meant to feel—filled with wild anticipation, not dread.
I did as I was told and knelt at Ethan’s feet, presenting myself as I’d been taught to do. Only this time I wasn’t erect in fear. My body softened into the pose and I felt beautiful.
“You came to me because you want to give something. You can still walk away.” Ethan’s tone was low and measured. His gaze held mine.
“I want to stay.”
He nodded once. “Eyes down.”
A lick of excitement roiled through my lower belly and tugged at my clit at the commanding tone of his voice.
“I’m going to remind you that you’re not perfect. That you’re human. That your value doesn’t disappear with a mistake. Can you let me do that?”
I swallow the lump in my throat before answering. “Yes, Master Ethan.”
He gently brushed his fingers over my temple as he blindfolded me. I shivered despite the heat emanating from him. My nipples were hard enough to cut glass. With my vision gone, every sound sharpened. I heard him easily as he moved slowly across the room. Then his voice again, but firmer this time.
“This is your last reminder to answer with ‘yes, Master Ethan,’ or ‘no Master Ethan’. You will not apologize for flinching; you will not correct yourself. You will just be present.”
“Yes, Master Ethan.”
“Stand.”
I was hyperaware of my nakedness, the air on my skin, the heat from his body and control he was exuding. All of it was fanning the fire building deep inside of me.
“Sit.”
He had me sitting on the leather bench. Then, I felt the lightest touch in the curve of my neck, across my shoulders and down my spine.
A slight shudder moved through me. My breath hitched ever so slightly. My nipples ached, begging to be touched. Instinctually, I pressed into the sensations, wanting more.
“Stay still, my naughty girl.”
He didn’t say it with anger, and another shudder moved through me.
Stroking with the hairbrush, sweeping my muscles.
“Lie on your front, Lena.”
I obeyed and the strokes moved further down my back. Circles on each buttock cheek and down my legs. I inadvertently let out a little groan of pleasure.
Next, leather tendrils floated over my skin, the soft kissing strokes amping up my desire a notch. Between my legs was soaked with my excitement. From Ethan’s mouth a steady stream ofgood girl,andthat’s my girl, was a constant reinforcement that I so desperately needed. He gently flicked the tendrils creating small pockets of heat all over my flesh. I was practically beside myself as the need for Ethan increased. Never had I wanted a man inside of me as much as I wanted him right now.
I hadn’t had sex for two years. Never with Daniel and it had been far and few between prior to him. The fact was, no one had turned me on like this before. The light strokes of the flogger rhythmically fell like a gentle rain, soothing, relaxing.
Next was ice. I hadn’t noticed any but then remembered what I thought had been pearlized bath beads in a crystal container on the table.
“I think my sub needs some cooling down.”
His sub? I would love to be his sub, forever and always.
He ran the ice down my spine and along the cleft of my ass. The cold water dripped and mixed with my hot essence. “Ohhh.” Once the ice was gone. Ethan had me stand, helping me to my feet.
“I’m going to bind your wrists with the silk, Lena. Do I have your permission?”
