Page 20 of Not About That Life
Seven
Walking into the penthouse this time around is different. The air is thin. I’m a bit lightheaded but steady. My stomach is coiled up into tight knots and my legs are a bit wobbly.
Tonight, Ian wanted to practice on me. BDSM.
I’ll admit I don’t know squat about it other than what I’ve read in a few ebooks and the movie. What I do know is that when Ian tied my wrists behind my waist and fucked me from behind, I couldn’t get enough of it.
I guess a part of me liked feeling helpless as I begged him to not stop fucking me. A part of me loved relinquishing that control, exchanging the power, and submitting to him completely.
Hmm…maybe I am a submissive?
There’s not a question on whether I like it – he’s already tested the waters with spanking me and tying me up – now he wants to go further. Am I really ready for it? Can I handle it?
We just have to see. Find out on the next episode ofYoung, Loaded, and Kinky.
I don’t know why I’m scared. I guess it’s that weird feeling of the unknown. You want to take the first toe dip into the water to see how warm it is before you dive in. You want to see if your body can withstand the coldness of the water or it’ll be just too much.
That’s where I was – dipping my toe into a pool of the unknown.
I remove my shoes as I enter the foyer and am immediately greeted by the sounds of Teddy Pendergrass. I’m legit surprised Ian knows about him. Then again, this same man declared his love forDiary of a Mad Bandso I can’t be too surprised by anything he does anymore.
I search for him, knowing he’s nearby. I don’t see him, but I feel him. I feel his energy, his presence, and his love. My eyes follow the trail of rose petals and candlelight to the open French doors leading to the wide and spacious balcony that overlooks Los Angeles.
I don’t think I can ever get used to this.
Ian slowly turns around and he’s still dressed in the same casual outfit from before. His eyes are softened to a sky blue and he pours a glass of champagne as I greet him. “Angel,” the word barely comes out as a whisper.
He wraps his arm around me and gives me a deep, bear hug. The type of hug that only your lover could give you. The type that says, ‘I’ll forever protect you and honor you.’ He looks down at me and just smiles as he mouths along to the lyrics. “You’re more beautiful than the Mona Lisa…”
I immediately take the glass and set it aside. I forcefully grab Ian by his neck and pull him down to my level. My lips are hungry for his and my tongue is anxious to play. I know he had romance in mind but sometimes a girl just needs to befucked.Hard.
What Ian did for me tonight was just too beautiful and I’m ready to give him this work.
Ian follows my command and picks me up, carrying me to a corner. My back is against the brick wall and I feel him gather my arms and put them over my head. He pulls back slightly and a sexy smirk appears on his lips. “Stay.” He leaves and returns a short time later. He bounds my wrists together with soft rope and ties to them to a metal decoration above my head. “Try to move.”
I slightly budged and was stuck. A small wave of fear crashed into me. It’s all fun and games when I’m reading about it or watching the movie version but to actually experience it?
I’m not too sure I like this shit.
“Ian…” My voice barely comes out as a whisper and he shakes his head.
“Sir,” he corrects me.
I read his eyes; there’s an intensity and methodical wickedness about them now. I’ve never seen that look on him before. His voice is a deadly soft whisper. His stance is still relaxed but a bit hardened.
He means business. I thought I was about to give him this work but really, he’s about to give it to me. My pulse races. My breathing becomes a bit more sporadic. My mouth is cottony dry and I’m nervous.
Dare I admit, scared.
Yet, I’m curiously aroused. My nipples are hard as glass. My panties are wet. My skin tingles with anticipation of what’s to come and maybe, how much I’m going to. I’m hungry for more and we barely just got started. Ian has turned me out.
“Don’t be afraid,” he calmly says. His arms are casually crossed against his chest and he appears to be an instructor giving me a lesson. “You’re not in harm and I won’t harm you.”
My shoulders relax a bit. My arms aren’t stretched out nor am I uncomfortable in any way other than emotionally. I guess he was taking me to a new limit.
Limits. I definitely remember that term. Hard. Soft. I also remember there’s some sort of contract involved.
“Whatever you’ve learned or think you have learned, get that shit out of your head now.” He seemingly reads my mind. “We’re starting fresh tonight. You want to explore, I’ll help.”
