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Arden scooped me up and started carrying me to my bedroom.
“Thank me in the morning, but keep that shit down!” Nyx yelled. “The walls are like paper in here. I don’t want to hear it, and that old fart, Mrs. Garcia next door, will call the cops.”
I heard Nyx’s door slam as Arden kicked mine shut behind us. I wanted to do this, but I had one condition. Arden set me down, and I placed my hands on his chest.
“Arden, I want this, but I want you to make me a promise, okay? I want you to be honest with Bevan about what happened at rehearsal. He deserves to know the truth.”
“He should be here right now,” Arden grunted.
“I know you want that, and I’m not opposed to the idea, but Bevan needs to know how you feel.”
Arden’s pupils were totally blown out. He broke into a dangerous smile.
“And he will. But right now, you need to pick a safe word, Beyla. Welcome to my world. I’ll start slow.”
Chapter12
Arden
Beyla was damn near perfect. She looked me dead in the eye when I told her to pick a safe word. She yanked the hair tie off her wrist and got to pulling her long hair back. Ponytails were just perfect for pulling. She squared her shoulders and put her hands on her hips.
“Rouge,”she said, giving me her safe word.
Yeah, she definitely experimented a little. She threw a little ballet in there by making red in French her safe word. I was totally here for it, even if I didn’t have my gear bag. What I did have was my hand, and plenty of ambition.
I sat on the foot of her bed and kicked my shoes off.
“We’ll talk more about your limits if you decide you like tonight. This will only be light BDSM. I don’t have any of my toys. Now, I want you to take your clothes off for me. Slowly.”
She walked over to her dresser and grabbed her phone. She picked a hot little Tom Waits number from her playlist and started giving me a striptease. I’d scened with strippers before, and had them do the same, but this was different.
Ballet dancers were usually hardcore into ballet classes, but often took modern and contemporary classes on the side. We had jazz and tap classes to be well-rounded, but our focus was on ballet technique. I was good at it if Marsden wanted to drag some contemporary or modern out for shows. He even had us tap before.
Beyla was combining several different forms of dance as she shed her clothes. My throat was dry, and I didn’t even reach my hand up to catch it when she flung her thong at my face. The lacy black number struck my nose and fell into my lap. I scooped them up and inhaled. She smelled amazing. I was keeping these. I shoved them in my back pocket.
Beyla finished her dance and gave me a curtsy, like I was a ballet teacher. It was hot as fuck. What to do with her? Her skin was flawless. I wanted to tease it and cover it with my handprints.
“Do you have two scarves, and do you mind if I blindfold you?”
She turned to dig in her dresser. Fuck, did she look good naked. Her legs and ass were perfectly toned from dancing, and I loved watching the muscles in her back work as she rummaged around for the scarves. She turned around and offered them to me.
I took them from her and tilted her head up, so she had to look me in the eye. Then, I gave her a feather-soft kiss on the lips before I corrected her.
“Communication is key to this, Beyla. If you’re okay with something, I need you to tell me instead of just doing it. It’s how I can trust you’re going to tell me when you aren’t okay with something. I never want to hurt you. I want this to be fun for both of us.”
“Sorry, Arden. I’m still learning. Trust has to be earned with me, and I don’t do it with many people. I’m not quite sure why, but I trust everyone I invited to dinner. Iknowyou aren’t going to hurt me. I can feel it.”
I chuckled and pulled her to my chest. I led her over to the bed.
“Ohhh.. there areplentyof ways for me to hurt you, but only if you like it. Of course, you might not like it if you decide to be a brat and misbehave, but I don’t get those vibes off you.”
“What are you going to do to me once you have me blindfolded?” she whispered.
Ah. She had experimented, but she’d never done that before, because she didn’t trust anyone enough to surrender to them. So, I knew it was a gift that she was giving me by letting me do this. I needed to make this worth her while. I needed to make her feelgood.
“It’s a little sensory deprivation. You won’t know when or how I’ll be touching you, but it will feel amazing, I promise.”
She took a deep breath and nodded. I realized how major this was for her. Beyla probably had gone no further than hand spankings, and she might not even like this, but she was willing to try it with me because shetrustedme. That meant a fucking lot.
