Page 22 of Craved By You
Colt’s gaze pierced through the air, as if he could hear the unspoken questions swirling inside me. “Trust me?” he asked, his voice low.
The lack of a demand, and the sheer vulnerability of the question, resonated deeply. “I’m working on it,” I breathed, knowing full well that I had trusted him since the start of our relationship, since he first asked me about the stoplight safe word.
“That’s all I ask,” he assured me as he stood up slowly, and began to head down the dark hall. “Now, be a good girl and stay.”
Stay.
That word should have made me feel like I was being treated more like a pet than a girlfriend. I was still in shock that we had moved into the roles of boyfriend and girlfriend so quickly in the beginning, but it all felt so natural and perfect. Hearing him tell me to be a good girl though did something to me, and I had yet to understand exactly what.
I scrolled on my phone, making some much needed updates to my social media. I hadn’t gotten around to sharing photos I had taken at the concert and I needed to update my relationship status. I couldn’t wait for those who chose to remain my friends on social media to get a good look at how life was going now,instead of praying for my downfall. I would never understand why people who made fun of me in high school had a sudden change of heart and thought they wanted to be online besties years later.
People change, is what Haileigh would probably say, but I still had doubt burrowing into the back of my mind.
Colt’s voice broke through the trail of thoughts that was taking me down the rabbit hole. “Ready, sunshine?” He held out his hand and grasped mine to help me back to my feet. Once I was standing he spun me around so I was looking away from him and placed a cloth over my eyes so that he could lead me to his big surprise.
“Where are you taking me?” I had my suspicions, but I enjoyed pretending there was a lingering mystery as he guided me around the building.
His deep chuckle billowed around me. “You’ll see, in just…” He paused and I could feel him untying the blindfold. “One moment.” He pulled the blindfold away from my eyes, and in the room, I was surrounded by candlelight. The shadows they created were seductively dancing along the wall.
On the table, a collection of items lay ominously: various ropes, crops, floggers, canes, a rubber mallet, what looked like meat claws, and a pair of scissors. “What is all of this?” I inquired, my excitement and eagerness growing. This setup would probably scare most people away, not me. Surface level, I looked unsure, but deep down, I felt a desire building within. If it were anyone else, I would have already turned and run for the door. But with Colt? I couldn’t wait to explore this life with him.
“You told me your ex had found your profile and forced some of this stuff on you.” Colt took a deep breath and for a briefmoment, I could see the candlelight reflecting the hesitation in his eyes. “I know all of this feels fast, but if you’re willing, I would love to show you this world…my world, where the darkness can become the light.”
He took me by the hand and caressed my cheek with the other. “I’ve seen your scars. I knew about your self-harm before even inquiring about it,” he started to plead. “Let all of this become your release. Let me help you in a more controlled aspect.”
Colt took my face into his hands and leaned in to kiss me. No one had ever made me feel this way. It was scary, unknown, and yet so freeing. To have someone who cared so deeply that they wanted to show me how I could heal through the things that once caused me pain. Part of me felt like Iwascrazy. That I should be turning and running in the opposite direction while my intuition told me to stay, that I was safe.
After what probably felt like an eternity to him, I finally mustered the courage to admit it. “I-I trust you.” For just a moment I watched as a light that I hadn’t seen before glimmered through Colt’s eyes.
“Thank you, sunshine. I promise I won’t let you down.” He pulled me into him squeezing tight as if to never let me go and kissed me gently on my forehead.
My eyes made their way back over to the table where the implements were still sitting there, patiently waiting for us to figure out which was going to be used tonight. I had seen all of these items online; impact play had always drawn me in. The marks they left across bare skin was art. I picked up the claws that one would normally use for pulling and shredding meat. “What’s this for?”
Colt smiled and took them from me, gripping one in each hand and motioned for me to turn around. Gently he ran the claws down my back and demonstrated various ways that they could be used, starting with scratching and clawing motions and then jabbing motions, all while ensuring that he was maintaining a lighter pressure than what he would use if we were engaged in a session. “See, scratching without negative intent, you’d get the same kind of release only along with a surge of endorphins.”
“I would have never guessed.” I took the claws from his hands and took a mental note. These would probably be one of my favorites one day.
Chapter 13
Colt
Iloved watching Astrid’s eyes and hands explore each of the implements, paying attention to each of her facial expressions, both subtle and not. Her wheels were turning once she got an idea of their potential. I had known that would be the case when I picked them out.
Astrid’s fingers traced over some of the other implements from the new cane I had chosen, to the riding crop, the flogger, and then she stopped at the rope. Picking each bundle up and rubbing it over her skin, getting a feel for the texture. I had chosen various types from the roughness of coconut husk rope to a soft cotton. She glanced back at me over her shoulder and smiled. “You really believe that I’m not too big to still do this?”
“Babygirl.” I walked over and wrapped my arms around her. “There’s nothing you aretoo bigto do. In my eyes, you are perfect, and I won’t listen to you continue to talk down on yourself like that.”
“Prove it.”
That’s my girl.She ignited a spark inside of me and I spun her back around and pushed her against the table. “What did you just say?”
Astrid smarted back, altering her previous statement. “I said… I bet you can’t prove it.”
Fuck, what are you doing to me, sunshine?“If the rope gets too tight, I need you to tell me so that I can cut it off. I don’t want you to put yourself in a dangerous situation.”
“Fine.” She sighed with an undertone of attitude.
I pulled her back so that she knew I was being serious. “I mean it.”
