Page 97 of Skin In the Game (The BlackWater)

She felt her jaw drop and her eyes widen as she looked around. A frame hung against one wall with various chains and cuffs hanging off of it. A table was against another with not only sex toys but items she didn’t even know what for but her eyes fell on the whip and she felt herself take a sharp intake of breath then. She turned looking behind her and saw more items, more paraphernalia.

“Say something.” He half ordered and she looked at him.

“Is this like some fifty shades sex dungeon?” She said and he laughed.

“No. This is more than that. It’s not some soft play kinky handcuff game.”

She nodded. “So this stuff…” She said stepping away from him and further into the room. “This is all…”

“Intended for submission. Your submission.” He said and she nodded again like she even understood what that meant. Sure she got the premise of BDSM but the nuances, the actual intricacies of it were completely alien to her.

“How many women have you done this with?” She asked touching the handle of a whip then, not sure if she really wanted to know.

“You’re not the first...” He replied.

“Right.”

“Does that upset you?” He asked curiously.

“No.” She looked at him. “Is it weird that that’s actually maybe reassuring.” She said because for some reason it felt reassuring, like he wasn’t experimenting on her, like he knew what he was doing.

He smiled before his turned serious again. “Do you want to start?”

She felt her eyes widen again. “Now?”

“We can start slowly. I’ll ease you into it.”

She walked around, looking at it all. Half of her was curious, excited even because so far she hadn’t not enjoyed what he’d done to her but part of her was nervous too because she knew she’d have to give in more, to submit more, to give him more control.

She turned facing him, seeing the way he was looking at her, the way he was expecting her to just acquiesce to his wants.

“Isn’t there meant to be some kind of safe word?” She said and he chuckled.

“Do you want a safe word?” He asked.

She shrugged. “Would you stop if I said it?”

He frowned moving to her. “I think you misunderstand this. I control you, I own you but I’m not going to do anything you don’t want, I won’t force you into anything.”

“You mean beyond when you’re punishing me?” She said back.

“That’s different. You have to expect consequences when you disobey me.” He shrugged stepping right up to her.

“Is that the case?” She replied. He was right there now, right in front of her, his face barely inches from hers and she could feel her hair standing on end, her skin already pricked, waiting for his touch.

He glanced at her lips and then back at her eyes. Slowly he pulled her top up and off and she let him, keeping her eyes on his face. Her heart was thumping fast then and she knew it wasn’t just because of the way he was looking at her.

He wrapped his hands around her and unhooked her bra before sliding the straps from her shoulders and watching as it fell.

“You’re so perfect.” He muttered taking her breasts in his hands and fondling them. He felt her nipples harden and he rubbed them softly, almost lovingly with his fingers. She gasped, waiting for the switch, waiting for the change to aggression.

He kissed her again and then led her over to where a long low leather bench was positioned almost separate from everything else. She frowned confused and he just smirked before undoing her trousers and taking them off too.

“Lie down.” He said and she nodded, doing as she was told, just like she always did, just like a god damn lap dog.

He walked away from her then, back across the room and she took a deep breath steeling herself for whatever the hell he was about to do to her. Whatever the hell she was about to let him do to her. Her heart was pounding fast and she didn’t need to look to know she was already wet. God damn it Maddie, you’re an actual slut, she thought but she didn’t care because any minute now he’d be sauntering back with god knows what in his hands and then he’d be making her scream.

He watched her, just for a moment, just to see how she was reacting, behaving, now that she thought she was no longer being observed. She looked half scared half excited. She was fidgeting slightly as though she didn’t have the patience to wait for whatever was coming next. He could see her breasts rising and falling quickly, her heart was clearing racing and he smirked before walking back over.

Her eyes snapped to him immediately, first to his face, then to his hands. Cole tilted his head slightly to the side, still watching as he knelt down over her ankles and attached one strap and then the other separating her legs and keeping them apart by a metal pole. She looked down at them and then up to his face. He grabbed the pole then, yanking it to him and in the process yanking her whole body to him.

She gasped before laughing slightly.

“Shouldn’t we agree a safe word?” She said and he shook his head.

“I’m easing you into this so you don’t need a safe word.” He replied and she rolled her eyes. Of course he’d say that she thought, he was comfortable with all this. And besides, no safe word, meant no control, no way she could stop him.

He then held the black silk mask up and she swallowed. This really was taking a step she thought, but it didn’t scare her, it didn’t feel too big a step and she sat up then so that he could place it over her head.

Cole smiled brushing her hair back and then pulled it down so that it covered her entire head with only an opening for her mouth. She bit her lip and he pushed her back then, back onto the bench

Her heart was full on racing now. She tried to look around but couldn’t open her eyes as the silk was too tight. She put her hands up feeling the mask and Cole waited a moment, watching, before he pulled them away and laid her arms out above her and then one by one he placed them in the straps so that they too were held apart by a bar.

She fidgeted, now that her arms were restrained it felt different, more intense but still it didn’t alarm her because for some reason she felt like she could trust him, that he wouldn’t hurt her, that he knew what he was doing. Maybe she was being naive she thought, but then she figured she’d find out soon enough anyway.

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