me,” he whispered.
“Okay,” came out of her mouth, but her mind was screaming ‘run’.
“I’ll let you choose this first time.” He reached over and opened the top drawer of the chest. “Do you want me to use scarves or rope?”
Scarves. Scarves were soft and she could pull her way free if she had to. She was staring at the rope. It looked silky. She’d never seen black rope before. She wondered if it felt as smooth as it appeared. None of that mattered. She was strong. She could tear through the scarf if she absolutely had to…she hoped. Amanda opened her mouth to tell him to use the scarves. “Rope.” She put a hand over her mouth. Oh. My. God. She hadn’t just said that.
James’ cock, hard and throbbing, pressed against her. Somehow it was reassuring. She had no idea why, but she’d take it. She needed all the help she could get if she was going to go through with this.
“Oh, sweetheart, you’re killing me.” He gave her a tighter squeeze and kissed her cheek.
He used his body to urge her closer to the cross. “Are those shoes comfortable?”
She looked down at her four-inch-high heels. “Hardly.” Silly man.
“Take them off.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw James pulling things from the drawers. She stared at the floor as she unbuckled her shoes. Her mind was on overload already. She didn’t need anything else to scare her.
“Good girl,” he praised her for following his directions then took her into his arms. “We’re going to start with the blindfold. I’ve noticed you close your eyes when you get nervous. This should help. If at any time you need me to stop, say so. This shouldn’t hurt you in any way, so if it does tell me. And remember, always answer me verbally.”
That made her smile. “Yes, bossy man, I remember.”
He gave her a blistering-hot kiss then slid the blindfold over her eyes. “Breathe for me, Amanda.”
“I’m breathing. Too fast, but I’m breathing.” She giggled.
“Good girl. Take two steps backward.”
Here we go. As she took the second step, she gasped. “It’s cold.”
James chuckled. “It warms up quickly. Are you doing okay?”
She nodded then remembered to speak. “Yes.”
He took her left arm and raised it until it touched the upper part of the cross. “You’re so beautiful, Amanda. I am so lucky you’ve accepted my collar.”
His lips skimmed along her neck. She moaned and turned her head to give him better access. Oh, she would let him do that to her all night. It was both heavenly and distracting. She lost all track of him tying her arm to the cross till he pulled his mouth away and her arm was restrained.
“Oh, Amanda, the black rope is so erotic against your perfect skin.” He ran his hand from her palm, over the ropes and down her arm. “I want to fuck you again. Not that that’s anything new.” He tugged on her belly button clip. “Ever since I saw you walk out of my bedroom wearing this, I wanted to bend you over and take you again.” James took her free hand and lifted it to the other arm of the cross. “Hold that and don’t let go.”
“Okay,” she whispered, pleased that she’d remember to use her voice.
“Part of D/s is showing respect. I’m respecting your limits by not asking you to scene in the great hall and I’d like you to show me respect by calling me Master while we play.” He kissed her lips then drifted down her jaw to her neck. “Will you do that for me, Amanda?”
James swirled the rope up and down her thigh. It was a seductive feeling coupled with his mouth moving slowly toward her bra. “Yes, M—M—Master.”
Roughly, he forced her lacy cup out of the way so he could get his mouth around her nipple. He sucked and gently bit until she was squirming and her clit was throbbing. When he pulled away, she moaned in frustration. “Thank you, Amanda. I’ve never let a sub call me Master before. Only you, Amanda. I love hearing it from you.”
He rubbed his cock along her belly
“Okay,” came out of her mouth, but her mind was screaming ‘run’.
“I’ll let you choose this first time.” He reached over and opened the top drawer of the chest. “Do you want me to use scarves or rope?”
Scarves. Scarves were soft and she could pull her way free if she had to. She was staring at the rope. It looked silky. She’d never seen black rope before. She wondered if it felt as smooth as it appeared. None of that mattered. She was strong. She could tear through the scarf if she absolutely had to…she hoped. Amanda opened her mouth to tell him to use the scarves. “Rope.” She put a hand over her mouth. Oh. My. God. She hadn’t just said that.
James’ cock, hard and throbbing, pressed against her. Somehow it was reassuring. She had no idea why, but she’d take it. She needed all the help she could get if she was going to go through with this.
“Oh, sweetheart, you’re killing me.” He gave her a tighter squeeze and kissed her cheek.
He used his body to urge her closer to the cross. “Are those shoes comfortable?”
She looked down at her four-inch-high heels. “Hardly.” Silly man.
“Take them off.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw James pulling things from the drawers. She stared at the floor as she unbuckled her shoes. Her mind was on overload already. She didn’t need anything else to scare her.
“Good girl,” he praised her for following his directions then took her into his arms. “We’re going to start with the blindfold. I’ve noticed you close your eyes when you get nervous. This should help. If at any time you need me to stop, say so. This shouldn’t hurt you in any way, so if it does tell me. And remember, always answer me verbally.”
That made her smile. “Yes, bossy man, I remember.”
He gave her a blistering-hot kiss then slid the blindfold over her eyes. “Breathe for me, Amanda.”
“I’m breathing. Too fast, but I’m breathing.” She giggled.
“Good girl. Take two steps backward.”
Here we go. As she took the second step, she gasped. “It’s cold.”
James chuckled. “It warms up quickly. Are you doing okay?”
She nodded then remembered to speak. “Yes.”
He took her left arm and raised it until it touched the upper part of the cross. “You’re so beautiful, Amanda. I am so lucky you’ve accepted my collar.”
His lips skimmed along her neck. She moaned and turned her head to give him better access. Oh, she would let him do that to her all night. It was both heavenly and distracting. She lost all track of him tying her arm to the cross till he pulled his mouth away and her arm was restrained.
“Oh, Amanda, the black rope is so erotic against your perfect skin.” He ran his hand from her palm, over the ropes and down her arm. “I want to fuck you again. Not that that’s anything new.” He tugged on her belly button clip. “Ever since I saw you walk out of my bedroom wearing this, I wanted to bend you over and take you again.” James took her free hand and lifted it to the other arm of the cross. “Hold that and don’t let go.”
“Okay,” she whispered, pleased that she’d remember to use her voice.
“Part of D/s is showing respect. I’m respecting your limits by not asking you to scene in the great hall and I’d like you to show me respect by calling me Master while we play.” He kissed her lips then drifted down her jaw to her neck. “Will you do that for me, Amanda?”
James swirled the rope up and down her thigh. It was a seductive feeling coupled with his mouth moving slowly toward her bra. “Yes, M—M—Master.”
Roughly, he forced her lacy cup out of the way so he could get his mouth around her nipple. He sucked and gently bit until she was squirming and her clit was throbbing. When he pulled away, she moaned in frustration. “Thank you, Amanda. I’ve never let a sub call me Master before. Only you, Amanda. I love hearing it from you.”
He rubbed his cock along her belly
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