Page 63 of Chasing After You
He nodded shyly.
“Great, red for stop, yellow for slow down and check in, and green for go. What would be a good nonverbal safe word for you?”
“A nonverbal safe word?”
“Yeah, so that you can still safe word if your mouth is otherwise occupied,” I chuckled.
Josh’s face and neck went from pink to red. “O-oh,” he stuttered. “Um, what about if I tap you three times, or hold up three fingers, or something like that?”
I thought it over, nodding. “That works, I’ll keep my eye out for anything ‘three’ related. Is there anything you can think of that you absolutely do not want to do? That would freak you out, make you panic?”
Josh pursed his lips, thinking hard. He looked away as he answered, “Could you just never leave me alone in there? I can’t… it reminds me of back then.”
I already knew that. That was why I’d made that his only other option besides agreeing to play with me. I was definitely going to hell.
“Okay, done. Anything else?” I asked.
Josh hesitated but then shook his head. “I don’t think so. Like I said, I haven’t done this kind of stuff before, so I don’t know if I’ll like things or hate things. The kinkiest thing I’ve ever done was have those cheap, fluffy handcuffs on one time when one of my exes was riding me.”
I sneered at the mention of him having sex with someone other than me. Luckily, I was able to school my reaction before he noticed. “Alright, then I’ll just do what I want, and you make sure to use the safe word if you need to, okay?”
“Okay,” he replied softly.
“Good. Follow me, then.”
It was a quick trip up the stairs, Josh following behind me. I stopped at the door to the playroom and entered the password on the keypad.It was Josh’s birthday.
The keypad beeped, unlocking the door. Josh stood behind me, shifting from foot to foot nervously as I entered and switched on the dim mood lighting.
I sent him a smirk over my shoulder, coaxing, “Come on.”
He carefully stepped into the room, standing by my side as the door fell shut behind us. I excitedly watched as his eyes danced over every implement and toy in my collection. The walls were a deep maroon, fitting the sensual vibe I’d been striving for. Different colors and textures of rope hung from ornate hooks. Shelves displayed my personal favorite toys, while the rest were kept in organized drawers.
My most expensive piece of furniture sat in the center of the room—a 14-gauge steel dungeon bed, complete with a human-sized cage underneath the vinyl mattress and numerous reinforced rails for restraints.
I’d say my favorite piece would be my suspension bondage frame. The one I’d made sure could hold someone of Josh’s stature.
Besides that, I had a spanking bench, a fucking machine, and a St. Andrew’s Cross. It was certainly a lot to take in for a beginner—his wide eyes proved that.
“Woah,” Josh murmured, looking both nervous and fascinated. “Youreallylike the hard stuff. I get now why you keep this room locked,” he chuckled awkwardly.
“Strip.”
“R-right now? We’re starting already?”
I made an affirmative hum and strolled languidly over to the bed, turning to face Josh before sitting on the edge of the mattress with my knees spread open.
Josh swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple jumping in his throat. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides. I waited.
After about a minute, Josh raised his trembling arms and pulled his shirt off over his head. His eyes twitched over to me, as if he were asking if he was doing okay.
I gave him a lazy smile and nodded for him to continue.
Josh shakily exhaled, his fingers trembling as they worked on undoing his pants. Once they succeeded, he hooked his thumbs under his waistband and began working the jeans down his thick, muscular thighs.
He leaned over to pull his feet through. And as his pants dropped unceremoniously to the ground, he straightened back up, his hands fluttering in front of his crotch like they didn’t know what to do.
“Turn around,” I smirked.
