Page 36 of Objection
“What do you think?” I watched her face, watched as she digested what was here and what was in store for her. There was the initial look of almost fear, but it was quickly replaced with an almost awe and wonder.
“I’m surprised,” she finally answered, confusing me.
“How so?”
“I honestly thought the room would be all reds and blacks,” she giggled, turning back to me. “And that it would be littered with sex toys.”
I couldn’t help laughing along with her.
“Yes, well, I think the red and black dungeon look is a tad overdone. These deep blues remind me of the sea. Turbulent and violent one minute, calm and soothing the next. It encapsulates what a dynamic should be, for me. Plus, this place is littered with sex toys, you just can’t see them.” I wink at her, watching as the pretty blush spread over her the apples of her cheeks.
“Oh,” she said simply, her eyes lowering. God, I loved that.
“A quick tour before we begin. There is a sofa over on that wall, for talking, aftercare, or whatever else we want to use it for. The St. Andrew’s cross is there, as you can see, along with the bed on the other wall.” I pointed out each item as we circled the room. “These items are various sexual furniture pieces, a sex horse, a spanking bench, a torture chair, and so on. Up above there are hard points in many places.” I pointed out each point, still watching her for any discomfort.
“Over here are drawers full of toys. You’ll learn where everything is in time. This cabinet here is for floggers,” I continued to explain, opening the cabinet to show her my extensive collection of floggers in every shape and size. The way she gulped almost audibly was adorable. “Don’t worry, they aren’t scary, and we will go slow,” I reminded.
“Yes, Sir.”
I watched as her eyes scanned over my implements, noting where her eyes widened in worry and when her cheeks flushed with excitement. Her blush really was lovely.
I felt the need to have her under my hands, rising within me.
“Look at me, Posey,” I urged, stopping our little tour in the middle of the room.
“When we begin our scenes, I would ask that you come here, to the middle of the room and kneel for me. How does that make you feel, little one?” I pushed an errant hair from her eyes. She had done well in her preparations, her hair tied back from her face, and dressed in a black bathrobe. I hoped that there were only undergarments beneath the smooth fabric.
“I’m not sure how to kneel properly, Sir,” she admitted quietly.
“Don’t worry about any of that. I don’t assume that you’ll know much of anything as we begin this, but I will teach you. All you need to focus on is following directions and doing your best to be respectful at all times,” I assured.
“I can do that, Sir,” she responded, a grin spreading across her face.
“Now, I think there is one more thing I require from you before we begin.” I spoke softly, letting my fingers play over the tops of her shoulders, drawing the sensation and her attention to my touch.
I tilted her head up just a little and lowered my lips to hers, capturing her lips in a soft kiss. The small gasp that escaped her lips had me pulling her closer, my lips coaxing hers open so that I could taste her again. I touched along the edge of her robe, pulling it from her slowly, sensually; letting the fabric slide along her skin like silk.
“Lower to your knees,” I commanded, pulling away from the kiss just slightly as I spoke. I watched as her eyes widened, blinking rapidly as she came back to the present from our short kiss. Her surprise only lasted a moment before she lowered herself to her knees slowly.
“Good. Spread your legs. Wider,” I corrected, tapping the inside of her knee with the tip of my shoe. I had been correct. Beneath the robe, she wore black lace panties and a matching bra. Her body was sensual. I felt as though I were watching the most decadent dessert come towards my table, craving the sweet flavor on my tongue.
“Straighten your back. Chin down and eyes lowered. Hands palm up on top of your thighs,” I instructed. She followed each instruction perfectly.
“It’s a little uncomfortable,” she expressed after a long moment.
“It’s supposed to be just a little uncomfortable. It will help keep your focus on your posture and your intent.”
“My intent? And what should my intent be?” she questioned.
“To please me, of course,” I leaned down to purr into her ear. Her breath quickened and it made my desire for her soar.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” I walked around her, circling slowly, as I inspected her posture. “Keep your focus on slow breathing, on pleasing me, on keeping your focus here in this room and not on anything outside of it.”
I watched as her shoulders relaxed and she focused.
Beautiful.
