Page 36 of Bound To Me

Elliott laughed, his smile reaching his eyes. “I was, actually. But I have done extensive research on rigging and have years of experience with…with Kate.” He seemed hesitant to talk about her in this setting.

I put my hand to his arm. “It’s okay to talk about her with me. You can tell me anything.”

He smiled appreciatively. “Thank you.” He paused for a moment, then added, “I also want you to know that our play dynamics don’t have to spill over into our relationship. Once we’re done playing, you don’t have to call me Daddy or be submissive.”

I thought for a moment. “What if I want to?”

He instantly grinned. “Then you can.” His voice made my stomach do all sorts of flips.

“Let’s first discuss our safe words,” he continued. “Do you have any in mind?”

I gulped and sighed, filling my lungs before I spoke. “Let’s use red.”

Elliott studied me carefully. “Are you sure?”

I nodded. “That was my safe word with Michael, but he never honored it. I’d like to take back that word and have it actually mean something,” I explained.

I saw a flicker of anger flash through his eyes. “Okay, baby. Red it is. I will always honor your safe words,” he said gently.

I noticed his use of plurals. “Is there more than one safe word I should be using?”

He shifted a little, his excitement evident as he explained, “I like to use safe words similar to a stoplight system. Red means stop everything immediately. Yellow means we need to wrap up soon or slow down. Green is ‘everything is great, keep going.’ Does that make sense?”

This was the first time I had heard of multiple safe words, but I liked it. “Perfectly.”

“And you’re good with those?” he asked, his eyes scanning my face intently, trying to read me.

More flips and spins swirled in my chest and stomach. “Yes.”

His smile melted my heart. “How do you feel about impact play? Spanking, slapping, the use of objects such as floggers, paddles, riding crops?”

I was already getting turned on just talking about all of it. “I, um…I think I would enjoy it with you. I am open to it.” I nodded.

“Okay.” He flashed his gorgeous smile again. “We’ll start out slow. Is there anywhere you aren’t comfortable with me touching during our play?”

Surprisingly, I had no problem with Elliott touching my scars. He softly grazed my body with his fingers every night; he stroked my scars as if he could erase all the hurt they caused me. So frankly, he could touch me anywhere he wanted. “No. You have unlimited access to my body.”

He licked his lower lip as he stared at mine. “Any hard limits? Something you absolutely don’t want to do?”

I couldn’t believe how detailed we were getting in this conversation. Michael just went right in and fucked me up.So fucking naive, Jackie.

I cleared my throat before I spoke. “I ask that you use lube for any anal play,” I answered quietly.

Elliott’s eyes widened. “Of course. That’s a necessity.” He shook his head. “Did Michael not use lube?”

I nervously bit the inside of my cheek. “At least not the first time. That’s when he didn’t honor my safe word.” Tears were forming in my eyes and I quickly caught them at the edge of my eye before they could fall.

I saw the anger flicker across his face again. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he spit out, then looked out the window beside us. “The things I’m going to do to him…”

“Please.” I put my hand to his arm. “Let’s not talk about him right now. Let’s continue.”

He looked back at me and his eyes softened.

“Okay, you’re right.” His voice returned to his normal gentleness. “How do you feel about suspension?”

I’m sure he could tell that I had no idea what the fuck he was talking about.

“Being bound and hung up from an overhead suspension. It’s perfect for teasing and fucking you without you being able to move an inch,” he explained, his deep and low voice making my pussy twitch.

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