She didn’t have a clue what she was getting into. She was nervous, but titillated too. She grinned to herself. What a wonderfully appropriate word that was! Tit-illated.
“You just started grinning.” Dane paused before pushing her roughly against the far wall. “Trust me, you won’t be grinning when I’m done here. You’ll be moaning. You’ll hurt. You’ll be exhausted because I’m going to make you cum a million times.”
“I was thinking,” she said, pausing to swallow the nerves suddenly bubbling under her skin, “about the perfect word for how I’m feeling.”
“And what word would that be? Scared? No. Terrified?”
Reaching for a set of ties, he paused, looked over his shoulder at her, standing there grinning at him. She was a sturdy thing. He could read the nerves, but also the fire. Her cheeks were still flushed from her laughing fit, but her nipples were hard rocks poking out the front of her shirt.
“Perfect word,” he agreed. “Take off your shirt and bra and let me see your tit-illations.”
She rolled her eyes.
“That’s an abuse of good English,” she said.
He paused a moment to let the staccato order, delivered in his no-nonsense tone, sink in.
“And that’s not the only abuse that will be happening here.”
Her fingers fumbled at the buttons on her blouse. He looked at her. Just pinned her, staring inside her, it felt like. Never had anyone ever looked into her in quite that way before.
“You need a safeword. It should be something–“
“I know what a safeword is. I read that 50…”
“Do not interrupt when your Dom is speaking, little girl. That book was only a toe-dabble into what really happens in a Domination-submission relationship.”
Shamed, she nodded silently, dropping her eyes, looking at the floor. Silly to think that she knew anything at all about this. His finger raised her chin, he saw the regret.
“You are learning. I will be…” he paused, studied her for a long moment. “careful,” he said. “I will hurt you. You will cry. You will moan. We will discover -together- if pain is what excites you. It doesn’t for everyone. Also, not all kinds of pain speak to all people who are painsluts. My promise is to deliver what we both need, while keeping you on the edge. I will always stop what I’m doing immediately if you use your safeword. It should be something simple, something easily remembered even during duress. Your safeword should not be “yes” or “no”…or even “stop”, because there will be times when you say those words and will not mean it. It can be a color. It can be fucking tulip for all I care. Pick one. And remember it.”
Amused, she couldn’t stop her sudden grin.
“Fucking tulip? How about RED? That’s easy to remember.”
“Red it is. Now get that fucking shirt off or I’ll rip it off for you.”
The implied violence, spoken in a calm tone made the grin fall away and her pussy tremble.
“Okay,” she said.
“Yes, Sir.” He said firmly.
Deep blue eyes flashed to his face. It was sternly set, but she could see he wasn’t mad. Rather, there was a deep intensity there. Those rich toffee eyes bore into hers. She was reminded of a hawk, watching its helpless prey before devouring it. Energy seemed to crackle from him, infecting her. Resisting the urge to bite her lip -how she’d hated that in that damned book, but how she felt the need to do it– she gave a soft nod.
He turned away to the wall, turned back. Silver scissors flashed in his hand before he grabbed her bra, tugging her forward.
“Next time, undress faster.”
In seconds, he’d cut her bra between her breasts, the tip of the scissors lightly scratching her soft skin, then the two straps. Tugging the shredded garment from her, he tossed it to the floor. Her mouth opened, closed. She rubbed at the tiny red welt.
His finger lay on her lips.
Grabbing her by the nipple, he pulled her to the wall, then pushed her back to it.
“Hands up. Quickly now, girl. I haven’t got all day.”
Expertly he tied her hands over her head. A subtle tug revealed that she really could not move them down. A shiver ran through her as she realized that she was helpless.
And she doubted that she’d ever been more turned on in her life. When his hands reached around her, his face inches from her, and unzipped her skirt, her breath hitched. In moments her skirt lay in a puddle at her feet before he kicked it away. Taking the scissors in one hand, his other fisted in her panties. Roughly he pulled them snug, until the fabric sandwiched into her slit, pulled taut against her agitated clitoris.
She moaned then. Rose to her toes to avoid the tug. He continued to lift, rubbing it deeply into her crotch. When her eyes drifted shut, her pretty mouth parted, he slipped the scissors against her skin, letting her feel the threat of cold metal.
“This is what a rapist might do to you,” he murmured. “Scare your pussy with your panties, scare your brain with the threat of cutting flesh.”
She moaned again, eyes bright on his face, trying to read through his shield of neutrality. But his eyes, gleaming, showed her the beast laying inside, and she shivered. A quick snip released the crotch, another released the side seam of her panties. Sharply pulling the fabric from her, he tossed the shredded cotton away. Still holding her eyes with his, he drew a pattern from the top of her slit, up her torso, around her swollen nipples. Drawing in a sharp, panic breath, she watched, helpless to move as he pinned her with his eyes, the open scissors slipping around and around her exposed flesh. With a quick twist of his wrist, he turned and hung the scissors on the nearby peg.
He moved away from her then, leaving her body humming. She didn’t know what she wanted. But that was a lie, wasn’t it? Because she was -there came that word again- titillated by what he was doing to her, to how he played with her body, her mind.
A cool breeze wafted through as the a/c unit clicked on. Her nipples rose impossibly higher, thick nubs of flesh. She’d always been mildly embarrassed about the size of her nips.
He came to stand in front of her.
“These are baby–newbie–clamps. What I put on you yesterday were for more experienced subs.”
Was that only yesterday? she mused. Hadn’t things…hadn’t she..changed so much in so short a time?
“It hurt. A LOT.”
“I know. I’ll bet your nipple is still quite sensitive, yes?”
She nodded. He smiled, the devils grin flaring white hot heat.
“Oh, goodie,” he said, and snapped the clamp on it.