Page 10 of Keep My Secrets
“Aria, answer the question,” I demand, and I can see the dots connect for Eddie. He smiles before mouthingDaddywith a mischievous smile as he leans against the wall, arms crossed. I don’t have time to bother with him right now. I’ll deal with that situation later. Right now, my focus is on Aria.
Where is she? Is she ok? Did she forget? Did someone hurt her?
“I’m home, I promise. I just…” she pauses. “I just got distracted. I’m sorry.”
“Distracted with what? Where are you?” I hate having to ask again.
“I’m in a guest room…” she says softly, like she’s scared to tell me. Why would she be scared to tell me she’s in one of the empty bedrooms?
Then I remember what is in the room next to my bedroom. Fuck. I was planning on showing her, but I wanted to be there when she found it.
I hit the FaceTime button and wait for her face to show on the screen. She’s looking at the floor. She really thinks I’m going to be angry that she is in there.
“Baby.” I try to stay calm. “Look at me.”
She slowly brings her gaze back to the screen. I can tell she’s looking at her phone, but not looking at me.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers.
“Why? What are you apologizing for?” She did nothing wrong. I gave her a few rules, and the only one she broke was not being in the living room at nine.
“I shouldn’t be in here, I shouldn’t have touched your things.”
“Hey, what were my rules?” I need to remind her of what we agreed. I told her to make herself at home, and that’s exactly what she did.
“Tell you if I left, hourly updates, tell you what I was buying, home by nine, proof of life, and no orgasms,” she recites. She isn’t registering the words, just rattling off the rules.
“And in any of those did I say you can’t go in there?” I ask, hoping this makes it clearer.
“No?” she asks. That’s progress.
“Did I say you can’t touch?”
“No.” Her voice sounding more confident. She’s getting it.
“Did you get off?” Her cheeks flush red.
“Not yet.” So she likes what she sees. She was planning on getting herself off to the idea of me using some of those things on her. My cock twitches at the thought.
“Then the only rule broken is that you weren’t in the living room for proof of life.” She did break a rule, but we can deal with that later.
“I’m sorry.” Her voice soft again, but not as scared.
I walk into my room and close the door behind me.
“I was planning on showing you that stuff when I got home, but since you found it already. Do you have any questions?”
The gears are turning in her head. She has questions, she just doesn’t know what to ask.
After a minute of silence, she asks, “Do you like to use these things on others, or have others use them on you?”
I smile. “I like to use them on others.”
“So you like to cause pain.” That was more of a statement.
“I know that’s how it can be perceived, but I don’t necessarily get off on inflicting pain. I enjoy being able to provide a safe place for someone to explore their moreunconventionaldesires.” Being the one able to provide feelings and sensations that one craves, but is told are wrong, is a level of trust that cannot be compared. “Pain being one of them.”
“How? How do you know what to do?” she asks.
