Page 65 of Her Dom's Secret Past

Chapter Eighteen

Anabelle

I couldn’t quite believe it—I’d actually moved in with John!

I loved it. That house was amazing, and to think I now lived here. More often than not, he would drive me to work and pick me up in the afternoon. Occasionally on Thursdays I took his car and drove myself. He sometimes called into Justin’s, especially when he was expecting a load of new plants. I hadn’t found a downside and didn’t think there would be one.

Not only that, but now I was in a kinky relationship!

When John had talked to me about his kink, I was interested. The few things we’d done had excited me, but since the talk, we hadn’t delved deeper. He’d always spanked me and a couple of times he’d tied my hands to the bed, but now!

Oh, wow!

I’d settled all my possessions in and then he’d sprang the surprise on me. All the stuff in the dungeon intrigued me and I couldn’t wait to try it all out. Since John and I had spoken, I’d done a little research and what I’d read had only made me more excited. I was beginning to think I was a natural submissive as far as sex was concerned. I already knew I was a bit of a pain slut.

Now, now it was real. Now we were officially in a Dom-sub relationship. John had asked me if I’d like a contract drawn up between us, but I didn’t want that. I trusted him to only do what was best for us, for me, and I believed him wholeheartedly when he said he would never intentionally hurt me. This was all new to me, but at the same time for me it was right.

And now here I was feeling a little scared and very aroused, naked and on my knees before John. No. Before my Sir—nothing happened. He didn’t speak, he didn’t move. I looked up at him, confused.

“While you are on your knees I told you your eyes should be downcast and your hands behind your back. Understand?”

I nodded as I put my hands behind my back.

He seemed angry. This was a new John, and this was my master, my Sir. I wracked my brains, trying to see why he wasn’t pleased.

I dropped my gaze and remembered I was supposed to answer him. I said, “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

Oh heavens!

Those two words had me glowing—I’d made him happy. I never thought I’d be the sort of woman to get all pleased and fucking excited by making a man who was about to hit me happy. How weird was that!

He walked behind me and I wondered what he was doing but dared not risk a glance. A few minutes later, he spoke again.

“Stand up, but keep your hands behind you and walk over to the fuck bench.”

I had no idea what a fuck bench was, but with a name like that, I was all for it. I figured it was that leather padded bench thingy rather than the big cross or the swing thing. I got to my feet and walked to it. Must have gotten it right because he didn’t say anything at first. He came over to where I was.

“Now lay face down on the bench.”

“Yes, Sir.”

All this “Yes, Sir-ing” was having an effect too—maybe that was the idea. His voice sounded was strong, it was masterful, and my knees were weak already. Still, I managed to reach the bench. There was this place where I could put my head comfortably—the rest? Well, I wasn’t sure if comfort was the aim. My hands were on these sort of padded arm pads. John fastened cuffs around my wrists and clipped them to the arm pads. He moved to my legs where they were resting on another set of padded pads and locked them too. I gave a tentative wriggle and found I was completely restrained by the arms and legs.

“Anabelle, what is yoursafeword?”

“Lace, Sir.”

“You will use it only if you want me to stop. This will be the only time you can freely talk except to say ‘yes, Sir’. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

His hands touched my back, my sides,mybutt. They caressed my body sensually. It was as if he were making love to my body with his hands. I closed my mind in a kind of delight, enjoying the soft touches. But then I couldn’t hold back the sharp gasp when he hit.

I hadn’t been expecting it, hadn’t tensed for that first strike. Still, when the second and third swiftly followed, I began moaning softly. Thank goodness he didn’t tell me I couldn’t make noise because all bets would have been off—I couldn’t help it.

He stopped.

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