Trust Me to Know You by Jaye Peaches

anything. Jason relaxed his stance and I followed him into the kitchen.
    “Let's eat,” was all he said.
    A well-practiced routine followed as we found food and drink and sat down to an unusually quiet meal.
    “Busy day?” I asked.
    “Yes, but it is over now,” replied Jason neutrally.
    He got up, mealtime was over and he held out his hand to me.
    “Come we need to talk.”
    I took his warm hand in mine. A thumb rubbed over my knuckles, a small gesture of reassurance. I followed him not to the bedroom but to the large sitting room and we settled into one of the long couches side by side. I sensed the apprehension rising in me again, was this it? The end of the line speech.
    “Gemma, I know we’ve been having a good time together this last month.”
    I nodded in agreement waiting on his next words.
    “Trouble is I know we’re not being honest with each other. We both have a sexual history and it is obvious you’re more experienced than you first appeared. No beating about the bush anymore. No secrets.”
    I looked down at my hands and sensed the end game coming. Once he knew about my past, my preferences and true nature, he might not like me. I was rapidly losing confidence.
    Jason cleared his throat. “I’ve not been honest with you.”
    I glanced up to see Jason looking with unease at me! What was going on ?
    “More a lie of omission,” he said. “You see I’m thirty-one and I came to the conclusion that life is passing me by when it comes to important things in life. Here I sit in a big empty house, on my own. Well, mostly on my own.” He smiled a fraction at me. “So recently I decided to change my approach. I want you to come with me and I’m going to show you my secret.”
    He held out his hand, my legs were getting weaker with anticipation as I followed him.
    He led me not upstairs but to the corridor at the back of the house and we came to the mysterious locked door. Jason looked visibly uneasy and I had not seen him look so tense before now. He unlocked the door and held it open for me. A small anteroom with a closet and bench, similar to a cloakroom. He pushed the next door open and I crossed the threshold.
    My mouth gaped wide and my legs went completely jelly like. I never imagined I would see what I was seeing.
    The perfect kinky dungeon.
    Oh, I had seen rooms like this before, but not this elegant. Beautifully arranged and with tasteful furnishings even if they were for unusual purposes. I tracked my eyes round the room. There were no windows, however, the ceiling was high enough not to give the room a claustrophobic atmosphere. The ceiling had a metal grid of small bars horizontally attached and suspended down from it. The re was the equipment hanging on the walls, the whipping bench based on the sawhorse design, a gigantic four poster bed, the padded fucking table with rounded edges, the polished St Andrews wooden cross by the far wall, low level chests of drawers and the velvet divan in the centre of the room. It was all there, the complete set up.
    He was looking attentively at me, gauging my reaction.
    I turned to face him and my face remained fixed in an expression of amazement. The door had shut behind him.
    “Yes, you see I am the master of this house in more than one way.”
    My ears pricked up at the tone of his voice. Jason looked so cool and very dominating to me - why had I not seen this before?
    No smile. His face was not giving any emotion away. “And I know I’m looking at my secret sub.”
    He knew all along! How long had he known?
    “Gone on, babe, have good look round.”
     
     

Chapter 7
     
    I touched with my fingertips, my nervousness gone. I was buzzing with reawakening desires. I opened a drawer in the chest and its contents were neatly arranged in foam moulding, clean and pristine. Jason was leaning against the wall following me with his eyes and I knew he could sense my excitement. The hooks on the wall held an extensive range of whips, canes and straps, some