Page 63 of Her Dom's Secret Past

She left a toothbrush and a few things for when she’d be staying there in October. It didn’t take us long to get things organized. To say I was blissfully happy to haveherunder my roof permanently would be an understatement. I’d been considering asking her to marry me, but I thought she may say no because of how short a time we’d been together. I decided I’d save that for next May—the one-year anniversary of when we met. Of course I could talk to her and ask her if I could collar her in the meantime, maybe in a few months.

To celebrate our change in status, I took her downstairs. After setting the air conditioning on warm, I showed her what I’d done with the room opposite the sauna. I’d been working on it since we’d talked about my being a Dom. When she’d mentioned a dungeon, I decided it was a great idea. Anabelle had said she would like to indulge more in the BDSM lifestyle. She knew nothing about the dungeon. I hadn’t mentioned it since that first conversation. It was a secret surprise. It was perfect for us now we had our talk and I knew she was willing to experiment in a Dom-sub dynamic.

Inside, there was a king-sized bed, but it was the other things that I wanted her to love. I’d found a nice big tallboy and its drawers held all manner of goodies from nipple clamps and lubes to dildos, from vibrators to BenWaballs. I’d found a place online that made custom bondage “fuck benches” and now it had arrived along with a St. Andrew’s cross and a swing. As well, I had a whipping saw horse and one wall held a variety of floggers, paddles, handcuffs, ropes. Oh, and scissors—the type emergency workers used, a couple of pairs of those within easy reach at all times. I’d put in a few joist hangers and floor anchor plates in one area that way I could easily restrain Anabelle with strong ropes hanging from the ceiling.

A dark-gray carpet muted everything. I’d stained the wood walls with a rich, dark color, and with the fire burning it reflected off the walls and surfaces. The other useful thing was it had its own bathroom, complete with a huge shower and two-person spa. I stained those walls dark to match. The whole dungeon was plush, sexy, and damn erotic. It had been extremely hard keeping it a secret, but I wanted it to be a surprise when I’d finally finished it.

Anyway, now it was time to show her. We went down the stairs.

“I have a surprise for you.”

She tilted her head.

“I think I should blindfold you before I open the door.”

She gawked at me, puzzled, but let me slip a blindfold over her eyes. I opened the door and steered her inside. Standing her in the middle of the room, I removed the blindfold. Her swift intake of breath and stillness had me wondering if I’d done the right thing. She ogled at everything in the room and then moved to run her hand across the four-poster bed. She walked to the St. Andrew’s and touched it before heading to the “fuck bench”. It was padded in dark brown leather, the restraints matching. She lifted one. Then she walked to the tallboy and pulled open a drawer, then the others, one after each other.

Anabelle ran her fingers through the leather thongs of the floggers hanging on the wall, touched the paddles, the crops, and the handcuffs. Finally, she turned to me. I held my breath. I noticed she was breathing fast, her breasts heaving up and down. She stepped close to me and focused her eyes on mine.

“Fuck me.”

“Uh, uh. I give the orders, not you.”

She grinned.

“Then order me, tie me up, hit me. Put me on those things. I want it all.”

My heart melted and I pulled her roughly into my arms.

My head rested on hers as I said gruffly, my emotions almost overwhelming me, “I love you.”

She twisted her head to see me. “I love you, John. I know you won’t hurt me, well, you will, but you know what I mean.”

“I do, Ana, believe me, I do. Come here.”

I led her to the bed and made her sit on the edge.

“Anabelle, I know we should have some sort of formal thing in writing, and if you want that, we can do it.” I sorted through the things I wanted to say. I kneeled down in front of her and took her hands in mine.

“You mean the world to me. You are my woman—now and forever. I promise to never hurt you intentionally. I promise I will care for you always. I promise I’ll put your needs before mine both in the bedroom and out. I will always respect and honor you. I know I have to earn your complete trust as you put your life in my hands. You overwhelm me by allowing me to care for you.”

I was choked up with my emotions. I wanted Anabelle to know exactly how I felt, how honored I was and how committed I was to us both. Her eyes were brimming with tears. She leaned forward and touched her forehead to mine.

“I trust you.”

Those three words blew my mind. We’d only known each other for such a short time. Even in a normal relationship things took time to develop, but this wouldn’t be a normal relationship. This was a complete lifestyle change in the bedroom and she was allowing me to steer her into it. Her admission shook me deeply.

“I’m privileged, Anabelle, and truly honored that you’ll allow me to lead you and make decisions that will affect us both.”

We both were silent for a while. We needed to both comprehend what would be now forever with us.

“Anabelle, we need to find asafeword. A word you can use if anything gets too much for you. You say it and play instantly stops, but don’t use ‘no’.” I gave a laugh. “I think you may often say ‘no’ but not actually mean it. I want you to think of a word that when you say it, I will know immediately.”

She concentrated and said, “Lace.”

“Lace?”

She nodded and shrugged. “It’s the first thing that came to my mind.”

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