“No. And off the top of my head, without knowing all the different types of play and kinks, just the two things you mentioned and fisting. I promise I’ll be better prepared next time. Please don’t hurt me,” I whimpered.
“Fisting can be quite pleasurable when done right, but we’ll leave it on the hard-limit list. Now on to the last part of what you just said. Have I ever hurt you?”
“No, Sir.”
“Have you had use of your safeword at all times?”
“Yes, Sir,” I answered.
With each question he asked, I became stronger. This man could’ve, over the last few months, forced me, raped me, or beaten me, yet he hadn’t. Why would hestart now? From under my lashes, I saw him remove his tie. Silk kissed the apples of my cheeks as he tied it firmly behind my head, robbing me of my sight. His fingers trailed down my back as I sucked in my breath. It was electric, his gentle caress on me.
At that moment, another realization hit. I would allow him to do anything he wanted with me because I trusted him enough to stop if I asked. He was worried I didn’t see him as special. But if he only knew how much he meant to me, it would scare him away, I was sure.
If he longed to collar a woman, hear her call him Master, and was willing to give that up for me, what did that say about his character and how he felt? The intense realization that he already truly owned me and had mastered me hit hard, and I doubled over. My breath came out in quick gasps as I tried to suck in air. He responded immediately.
“Kitten?” He yanked the blindfold off, grabbed me in his arms, and hugged me. “Shhh,” he whispered in my ear. “You’re okay, you’re okay, my pet.”
“Oh god. I’m so sorry. I need to tell you something important. Give me a second.” I sobbed, feeling years’ worth of fear roll off me.
I clung to him with all my might, breathing through it. It was like a tidal wave of emotions crashing into shore as I prepared to do something I never thought I would.
“Take your time. You can tell me anything. I’m here for you, sweetness,” he said tenderly, as his hand rubbed small circles on my lower back.
“Blindfold me once more.”
I pushed away from him and went back into wait position. We needed to do this properly, as I’d never have the chance again. He cocked his head to the side, trying to read me. His lips curled ever so beautifully before he retrieved his tie.
“You sure?”
“Never been more sure,” I boasted.
With each second that passed, I wanted to shout it out. The amount of freedom I felt inside made me giddy. He moved to retie it; his finger touched my cheek, brushing away an errant tear that had escaped. Goose bumps raced down my spine as his hand moved across my cheek, then over my ear, pushing a loose tendril of hair away from my face.
“Pet, is there something you want to tell me?” His voice once again oozed with control.
“A long time ago, I swore that no man would ever own me. I would call no man Master in my heart. At one point, I believed I would have to say the word, but I would never, ever mean it. Not here.” I pointed to my heart.
I stood a little taller, feeling like I was doing the right thing for once in my life.
“Aleksandr, you’re more than my King. I trust you with all of me. You never need to wonder how special you are. A lock has always existed around my heart and soul. When I told you on that first night I belonged to you, I meant it. Giving you my body was easy, but the other two, not so much. And now you hold the key to that lock.”
Tears fell beneath the beautiful tie that smelled like him.
“I don’t have time to give on collaring, with me leaving and all. I don’t think three weeks is enough time for me to get beyond it. But I would love nothing more than to call you Master if you will allow me to for the time we have remaining. For you truly are that and more, my King. I will never belong to another the way I belong to you.” I bowed my head, my heart beating wildly.
Would he allow it, or did I miss the chance?
As I fretted, his body drew closer. He grabbed me in a bone-crushing embrace, taking the blindfold off once more before he kissed the tears on my cheeks.
“Kinsley Anya Marie, you humble me with your words. I have no idea what I’ve done in this life to have the privilege of being called your Master, but I swear for the rest of my days that I’ll cherish you and always strive to rightfully earn that title.”
Once again, he pulled me into his arms and held me, rocking me. “Don’t think that this moment releases you from your punishment, though.” He dusted my neck with kisses.
“I understand, Master,” I said, running my fingers through his hair. The word flowed with no fear or feelings of sickness attached to it.
“That drives me absolutely crazy,” he whispered. He pushed my legs apart and slipped his finger inside me. “So wet. Do you want to know how happy it makes me that you are dripping already?”
My hips flexed upward in response as I moaned his name. He thrust into me with his fingers.
