twisted around their paws, and yet you’re an expert Dom in the bedroom. You don’t want long term, and yet you show such tender care towards me. I’m confused. Who is the real Brock Devlin?”
“A very dangerous man.” He reached for her, and his kiss blazed across her lips. She didn’t deny him. She wanted this one night for herself. For pure pleasure.
Chapter Fourteen
Sarah had no clue what to do now. It was a little awkward waiting for Brock to get the paperwork sorted. “Greenhouse” was her safe word. She wondered if she’d be screaming it out five minutes after they’d started. Might be before they started if she got any more nervous.
What would Bella say? Go for it. Do it afraid and push your limits. Like she hadn’t heard that from her every Friday night for the past three years. But Bella was right, Sarah knew she couldn’t keep living her life on the sidelines, playing it safe behind an unrealistic promise she’d made herself.
“Are you ready to sign this?”
“Yes.” Sarah took the paper from him and read his handwritten words.
Sarah Beaumont and Brock Devlin agreement for sexual submissive training. Sarah has final decision on how long the session goes, how far it goes, and whether there is intercourse. Brock has agreed to the safe word of “Greenhouse,” and insists the word is used immediately if unsure, scared, or if it is un-pleasurable. Neither commit to any type of sexual or romantic relationship beyond this night. (But hopefully they will remain friends and effective work colleagues.)
He’d dated and signed it, and Sarah signed it with her hand shaking a little. She wasn’t sure if it was fear or excitement.
He took the paper from her and sat it on sofa then took her by the hand. “We’ll use the guest room. Come.”
“The guest room.”
“Yes, it’s a neutral space for us both.”
“Okay.”
“Are you ready, Sarah?”
Sarah was tongue-tied all of a sudden. Her mouth went dry. She nodded. Brock led her into a bedroom off the other side of the foyer area and closed the door behind them. Once in the lushly decorated room with large dresser and mirror, Sarah wasn’t sure what to do. Submissive training. What did that mean?
What if she hated it? What if she liked it?
“Sit on the bed.”
Sarah did so, grateful to take the weight off her trembling legs. This reaction was silly; she wanted this, so why act like it was the first time she’d ever had sex?
“Watch me undress.”
He slipped off his suit coat and threw it over a chair in the corner, then he stalked slowly towards her. A couple of feet away he stopped and removed his tie, but he didn’t throw that on the chair. He moved towards her, smoothing it out straight in his hands, his eyes locked to her. He tied the silk neck tie tightly around her wrists.
The burn of his hands touching her skin, as he tied her wrists took her nervous core over into desire. He pulled her arms up over her head and leaned in to kiss down her neck. “Yes, you please me, Sarah. You please me very much. Good girl.”
His hot breath and tender kisses down her neck made her prickle all over.
“When you speak, you call me ‘sir.’” He whispered in close to her ear.
Oh God, this was really happening.
“Don’t panic, Sarah. Remember you have your safe word to use anytime and I will stop.”
“Yes.” She nodded.
The sting of his teeth nipping the soft flesh just under her jawline made her cry out in shock.
“Yes…what, Sarah?”
“Y..yes, sir.” Her voice even shook, but her body ached for him to make it his.
“Better. Don’t forget again, Sarah. I won’t go so easy on your next time. Now, I’m going to remove your skirt, then I want you on your knees, watching me undress.” He let her arms down.
He unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt, and Sarah stepped away from it as it hit the floor around her ankles. “Say thank you, Sarah.”
“Thank you. Sir.”
“Knees. Now.”
Sarah dropped to her knees before
“A very dangerous man.” He reached for her, and his kiss blazed across her lips. She didn’t deny him. She wanted this one night for herself. For pure pleasure.
Chapter Fourteen
Sarah had no clue what to do now. It was a little awkward waiting for Brock to get the paperwork sorted. “Greenhouse” was her safe word. She wondered if she’d be screaming it out five minutes after they’d started. Might be before they started if she got any more nervous.
What would Bella say? Go for it. Do it afraid and push your limits. Like she hadn’t heard that from her every Friday night for the past three years. But Bella was right, Sarah knew she couldn’t keep living her life on the sidelines, playing it safe behind an unrealistic promise she’d made herself.
“Are you ready to sign this?”
“Yes.” Sarah took the paper from him and read his handwritten words.
Sarah Beaumont and Brock Devlin agreement for sexual submissive training. Sarah has final decision on how long the session goes, how far it goes, and whether there is intercourse. Brock has agreed to the safe word of “Greenhouse,” and insists the word is used immediately if unsure, scared, or if it is un-pleasurable. Neither commit to any type of sexual or romantic relationship beyond this night. (But hopefully they will remain friends and effective work colleagues.)
He’d dated and signed it, and Sarah signed it with her hand shaking a little. She wasn’t sure if it was fear or excitement.
He took the paper from her and sat it on sofa then took her by the hand. “We’ll use the guest room. Come.”
“The guest room.”
“Yes, it’s a neutral space for us both.”
“Okay.”
“Are you ready, Sarah?”
Sarah was tongue-tied all of a sudden. Her mouth went dry. She nodded. Brock led her into a bedroom off the other side of the foyer area and closed the door behind them. Once in the lushly decorated room with large dresser and mirror, Sarah wasn’t sure what to do. Submissive training. What did that mean?
What if she hated it? What if she liked it?
“Sit on the bed.”
Sarah did so, grateful to take the weight off her trembling legs. This reaction was silly; she wanted this, so why act like it was the first time she’d ever had sex?
“Watch me undress.”
He slipped off his suit coat and threw it over a chair in the corner, then he stalked slowly towards her. A couple of feet away he stopped and removed his tie, but he didn’t throw that on the chair. He moved towards her, smoothing it out straight in his hands, his eyes locked to her. He tied the silk neck tie tightly around her wrists.
The burn of his hands touching her skin, as he tied her wrists took her nervous core over into desire. He pulled her arms up over her head and leaned in to kiss down her neck. “Yes, you please me, Sarah. You please me very much. Good girl.”
His hot breath and tender kisses down her neck made her prickle all over.
“When you speak, you call me ‘sir.’” He whispered in close to her ear.
Oh God, this was really happening.
“Don’t panic, Sarah. Remember you have your safe word to use anytime and I will stop.”
“Yes.” She nodded.
The sting of his teeth nipping the soft flesh just under her jawline made her cry out in shock.
“Yes…what, Sarah?”
“Y..yes, sir.” Her voice even shook, but her body ached for him to make it his.
“Better. Don’t forget again, Sarah. I won’t go so easy on your next time. Now, I’m going to remove your skirt, then I want you on your knees, watching me undress.” He let her arms down.
He unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt, and Sarah stepped away from it as it hit the floor around her ankles. “Say thank you, Sarah.”
“Thank you. Sir.”
“Knees. Now.”
Sarah dropped to her knees before
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