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“Sir sounds natural and easy,” she finally answered and I nodded my head in agreement.
“Then I shall be Sir for the rest of the evening until we conclude the scene. When you address me, I will expect to hear that term of respect given. Understood?” I asked her, leveling her with a look.
“Yes, Sir,” she answered quietly.
“Perfection. Afterwards we will have some aftercare. Did you think of anything you might like for that?” I asked her.
“I think just making sure we have time and space to talk things out. That’s the biggest thing for me,” she admitted openly. I appreciated her willingness to be vulnerable in this moment. It was a massive step for her and I did not take it lightly.
“We will have that at a very bare minimum, Naomi. I promise you that. Any questions before we begin?” I asked her, feeling the spark of anticipation welling up inside of me.
“No,” she answered. I quirked one eyebrow at her with a grin on my face. The scene had not begun, but I wanted her to get into the habit of using the words I expected of her. “No, Sir,” she corrected with a roll of her eyes.
“Careful. Eye rolls like that are bound to get you spanked,” I teased her.
“One can only hope…. Sir,” she tossed over her shoulder as she walked past me and up the stairs to the bedroom. God, what a woman. That sass and sharp wit lit something deep inside of me on fire.
I could hear her in the bedroom, readying herself for me as I passed the bedroom door on the way to the spare room. I had spent time up here earlier in the day preparing what I needed. Gathering them up into a box, I made my way back to the bedroom door. I took a deep, steadying breath before I entered the room, leaving Gideon at the door and entering as Sir.
She stood there just in front of the bed, exactly as I had commanded her. The peach nightdress hung from her shoulders, her pert nipples clear through the thin fabric that hung down just to her upper thigh. It was a gorgeous scrap of clothing that left everything and nothing to the imagination.
“Christ, you look like perfection,” I muttered, completely in awe of her. Her sun-kissed red hair hung down her back in gentle waves, giving her lithe body an ethereal softness that made her look more tree nymph than human. She was gorgeous.
“What’s in the box?” she asked quietly, her hands nervously wringing together before her.
“This,” I began, holding up said box, “is your first lesson in how bondage works.”
“A box?” She scoffed incredulously.
“Yes,” I laughed lightly, “a box.” I set the box down on the bed and turned to her, taking her hands in mine.
“Tonight, I will show you how powerful bondage can be. Most importantly, I will show you that you are safe with me,” I vowed to her.
“I’m ready, Sir,” she said with a slight giggle. Calling someone Sir in this respect could take a minute to get used to, especially for a brat like Naomi. She would settle into it soon enough.
“Good. Tonight, I want you to remember everything we’ve discussed. Tonight I will prove to you that I will honor your desires,” I continued, squeezing her hands in mine.
“What if I safeword and you don’t listen?” she asked, the fear evident in her emerald gaze for just a moment.
“I promise you, I will listen. Tonight will prove that. Can you trust me, just for this short while tonight?” I implored her, my eyes searching hers and hoping to convey the truth of my words.
“I will trust you,” she agreed with a soft smile, the momentary fear fading. I nodded my head, dropping her hands and reaching for the box on the bed.
“Tonight, this is what you will be bound with,” I explained to her.
“Not rope?” she questioned, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“Not rope,” I said with a smile. “Not to begin with.”
“Then what —” she began as I lifted the lid off the box. “Paper?!”she nearly squawked in shocked surprise.
“Yes,” I chuckled. “Paper. Tonight, we will use these to bind you,” I explained, holding up the simple strips of paper I had cut earlier in the morning.
“How are you going to tie me up with paper?” she bit out incredulously.
“With this,” I responded, a cheesy grin plastered to my face as I held up the stapler. “I will wrap the paper strips around your wrists, ankles or wherever and staple the ends together, therefore binding you.”
“But paper is flimsy. It’ll rip if I fight against it at all,” she whined. I dropped the box back on the bed, taking her hands in mine.
