Chpt. 9 CPOV:
Once again, sleep didn't find me last night. This time it wasn't because Ana was sleeping in the bedroom next to me. Instead, it was because she wasn't sleeping in the bedroom next to me last night. I had hoped she would agree to spend the night here last night; I even tried using her tactic about saving time. But in the end she said she needed to go home and of course I drove her there. She's supposed to be here at seven this morning for breakfast and then to start our day. The only good thing about not sleeping last night is that I was able to make a significant dent in my to do list for work which means I can focus more on Ana and the mission today.
The mission.
The fucked up mission that I leave for tomorrow morning.
If it wasn't for Ana there's no way in hell I would have agreed to going undercover for the FBI, but when I heard that it was either me or they find someone else for her to start from scratch my decision was made. Yesterday, talking with Ana made me realize just how ill prepared her and Simpson would have been going into the resort. I would have been shocked if they could have moved past level 1; if they managed that there's no way they would have gotten beyond level 2. Hell, I worry about how far Ana and I will be able to go. Not knowing what's required for each test beyond the first leaves me feeling uneasy. In addition to worrying about Ana's limits, which we need to review more in depth today, my concern is that I'm certain one of the tests will involve having sex during a scene. I'll be damn if the first time I get to make love to Ana again is in the middle of a BDSM scene with a fucking audience.
"Mr. Grey," Mrs. Jones, my housekeeper and personal chef interrupts me.
"Yes?"
"Ms. Steele has arrived," she announces and steps aside so Ana can enter my office.
"Thank you," I say without taking my eyes off of Ana. I don't know that I'll ever get used to seeing her every day again.
"I'll put your bags in the guest room Ms. Steele," Mrs. Jones says.
"Thank you," Ana smiles.
"Bags?" I ask.
"We need to leave no later than six tomorrow morning," she shrugs and then lowers her voice. "I thought…I mean if the offer was still…"
"You want to stay here tonight?" I clarify.
"I mean…it would probably make sense. Unless you don't want me to-"
"No! Of course you can stay here," I interrupt quickly. "It'll make it much easier for us to leave on time."
"I brought the bags for the resort too," she says.
"It has everything you think you'll need?" I ask.
"Sawyer consulted with us to ensure the…outfits were appropriate for where we're going," she cringes at the word appropriate as I'm sure she considers them anything but that. "I've tried everything on to ensure it fits. Then I also have the bag of…equipment that we're to bring."
"They don't supply that?"
"They do," she explains. "But most…couples bring some of their own toys since it's not known what exactly they have until you get there."
"I see. Sawyer packed the bag?"
"Sawyer and Mark."
"I'll check it later tonight and see if there's anything else we need," I decide. While I trust Mark and Sawyer I would rather only bring items I know we will use.
"I thought while we had breakfast we could talk some more about the resort?" she suggests.
"That's fine," I lead her to the dining room where breakfast is already on the table for us.
Having Ana sitting here with me, knowing that once again she's going to spend the night in my house is just unreal. I want to forget everything that we need to do for the mission and just take her upstairs to my bedroom. I want to spend the day buried deep inside of her until neither of us can move.
"Did you want coffee?" Ana asks pulling me from my thoughts of her lying naked in my bed.
"I'll get it," I offer.
"I'm already up," she's in my kitchen, moving around as if she belongs there.
God I need to stop thinking like this!
"Black please," I request.
She brings the two cups of coffee over to the table and sits next to me. She places a folder on the table between us before she starts eating her breakfast. Needing to put food in my stomach, I start eating rather than opening the folder to learn more about the resort. We eat in silence; I don't think either of us are ready to start the heavy conversation of this fucked up resort we're heading to.
"In there is paperwork we need to fill out before we arrive on Monday," Ana finally breaks the silence.
"Contracts and consents I assume?" I ask.
"Yes, we both need to complete the limit checklist and then sign that we have reviewed and agreed to the rules," she answers.
"Let's start with the rules," I suggest.
Ana opens the folder, flips through a few pages before handing me a paper with a longer list than I initially expected.
Sub/Bottom Rules:
1. Subs who are owned exclusively must be collared at all times, including outside of a scene.
2. Subs who do not engage in TPE must show respect to any dom/top even outside of a scene.
3. Subs who are not collared are assumed to be available for a scene and can be approached by a dom/top.
4. Subs are expected to have previously identified two safe words prior to engaging in any scene.
5. Subs are expected to be leashed at all times, unless restrained, in all play areas. Outside of play areas, a sub should be kept on a leash if ordered by her dom/top. Subs will be leashed upon arrival to the resort, if the dom/top wishes, the leash may be removed only after the check in process is complete and both parties are in their room.
6. During scenes, subs are expected to adhere to the rules posted for on the floor.
7. Appropriate attire is expected to be worn at all times, both inside and outside of a scene.
Dom/Top Rules:
1. Doms are expected to adhere to the ownership rules of the community. If a sub is collared a dom is not permitted to approach a sub. If a collared sub approaches you, you are required to ask if he/she is owned.
2. All limits are to be honored; soft limits should be approached with caution. Hard limits are not to be tested.
3. Safewords must be respected and honored at all times.
4. Safewords must be told to the dungeon master before beginning a scene.
5. Doms are responsible for the wellbeing and care of their sub.
6. Doms are expected to provide aftercare to their sub as needed following a scene.
7. During a scene doms are expected to adhere to the rules posted in the play areas.
"How do you feel about these rules?" I ask.
"Honestly? I hate them," she grimaces. "Who the hell owns another person-"
"That's a very common term in BDSM; the dom owns the sub which is shown by the use of a collar."
"I know, it doesn't mean that I agree with it," she sighs. "Why not say the sub belongs to the dom?"
"Because it goes deeper than that; as the owner of the sub the dom has full responsibility for her. Everything from her pleasure to her pain to her needs is her dom's responsibility. She doesn't simply belong to the dom; she is the responsibility of the dom."
"I guess that's where I struggle. Shouldn't I be responsible for myself?"
"During a scene though, am I not the one responsible for your orgasms? For your punishments if they're so deserved? For all of your pleasure and all of your needs?"
"Yes…"
"I think it's more the word that bothers you."
"Probably."
"We didn't use the collar in our last scene which was my fault because it's not something I'm used to using. We'll need to use it for our scenes today along with a leash…I assume that's in your bag?"
"Yes, I think there are a couple in there."
"You okay with the leash?" I ask already knowing the answer.
"Hell no I'm not okay with a leash! I'm not a dog!"
"I figured as much."
"I get that I have to be okay with it, but I find it very demeaning."
"The idea is to help the sub remember who is in charge; the dom leads her to where she needs to go and takes care of her needs. It helps keep her in the moment rather than letting her mind drift to somewhere else. It keeps her present."
"I guess," she sighs before changing the subject by handing me another piece of paper from her folder. "We also have the list of limits that we need to complete before we leave"
Each item should be checked as hard or soft limit or acceptable for the sub:
1. Clamps – if any type is limited, specify
2. Fisting – if any type is limited, specify
3. Urine/Feces/Blood
4. Restraints – if any type is limited, specify
5. Anal sex
6. Anal play
7. Asphyxiation
8. Blindfold
9. Being bitten – marks left
10. Being bitten – without puncture of skin
11. Breath control
12. Bruises
13. Caning
14. Chains
15. Choking
16. Clothespins
17. Cutting
18. Dildos
19. Double Penetration
20. Face Slapping
21. Forced play (if permitted, specify type)
22. Full head hoods
23. Genital sex
24. Gags (if restricted, specify type)
25. Hair Pulling
26. Hair or head held during oral sex
27. Oral sex – receiving
28. Oral sex – giving
29. Ice cubs/cold play
30. Knife Play
31. Mouth bits
32. Nipple Play/torture
33. Spanking
34. Orgasm control
35. Outdoor sex
36. Piercing – temporary
37. Riding Crops
38. Sensory Depravation
39. Spreader bars
40. Suspension
41. Swallowing Semen
42. Being serviced by others
43. Swapping/swinging
44. Triple Penetration
45. Verbal Humiliation
46. Vibrator
47. Whipping
48. Wooden paddle
"It's a pretty typical list," I say after reviewing what's in it. "Why don't we start with hard limits? Mine are anything involving urine, feces, blood, violence, permanent marking or choking which includes breath play and asphyxiation. Plus swinging/swapping and being served by others; I don't share."
"Those were on my original list as well, plus a few others," she adds shyly.
"Do you want to go item by item?" I suggest.
"I guess," her face turns an adorable shade of red and I know she's dreading this conversation. "We need to be open and honest. If it's something you haven't experienced yet but think you might want to consider it, we can see if we have time to do it today. Or if you think you'll be fine, we can try it when we get there and just list it as a soft limit. If you don't know what something is, tell me. I know it feels weird to have such a frank discussion about sex, but we need to know what each other is okay with."
"I know."
"Clamps: you've already experienced nipple clamps; I assume you're okay with those?" she nods. "That leaves clit clamps-"
"I haven't…"
"Okay," I make a check next to that. "Fisting-"
"No! To either…areas," she interrupts quickly.
"Both hard limits," I check the appropriate box. "Restraints: you've experienced most of the types. Any others are essentially variations of what we've already used. Are you okay with those?" she nods. "Anal sex-"
"No," she says firmly.
"Anal play-"
"No," she again says.
"I assume you haven't tried anal play yet?"
"No and I don't plan to."
"I'd like to keep it as a soft limit rather than a hard limit-"
"But-"
"Anal plugs and anal play are very common in our life style. I get that it's scary and not something you've experienced and probably never wanted to. But, I'd bet strongly that anal plugs are going to be involved in at least one of the tests to move up a level. If it's not, then we'll never need to approach it. But if it is, having it on your soft limit, says you might be open to it under the right circumstances."
"I don't know."
"Ana, you know I'd never hurt you," I assure her. "If you definitely don't want to consider the option, I'll list it right now as a hard limit. But if you think you would consider it, if required in the test, then I promise you I'll make sure you don't experience any pain when it comes time to try it."
"You promise?" she asks after a few minutes of silence.
"I promise," I assure her.
"Okay, soft limit."
"Canning," she shakes her head adamantly and I mark it as a hard limit. "Chains?" she shrugs and I list it as a soft limit. "Clothespins?"
"For what?"
"Like nipple clamps they pinch your skin, drawing the blood to the surface. They cause discomfort but typically not pain."
"I don't know," I put a check mark next to that.
"Dildos," she blushes deeper but nods.
"Double penetration-"
"No."
"Triple penetration-"
"I don't even want to think about how that's possible, but no," she says quickly. "Besides, I thought we said no other partners, so wouldn't that make this impossible?"
"Not necessarily, it can be accomplished using toys or-"
"Ouch…no just no," she interrupts.
"I'll list it as a hard limit then."
The list goes on…by the time we've finished we've added onto the hard limits include any forced scenes, full head cover, piercing, verbal humiliation and whipping. Soft limits were added included bruises and suspension. I loved watching her responses as I read some of the items on the list at times I could sense her arousal as she thought about some of the items (oral sex – receiving) but other times she looked at me like I was crazy for even suggesting one of the items. She was agreeable to many of the items which pleased me; if she was too restrictive it would send up red flags that she was very new to the lifestyle. We have a number of items that she wants to try preferably before we leave tomorrow morning to see if they need to be listed as a soft or hard limit.
"There's one we haven't discussed," I start to say purposely having put this off.
"Sex…I know," she quickly says.
"Yes…."
"I've been thinking about it," she blushes. "Well not it..but…I mean I knew it was on the list. I think it's going to seem odd if we list sex as a hard or soft limit right?"
"If we weren't going in as a committed couple, then having sex as a limit wouldn't raise any flags. But given that we're supposed to be a committed couple active in the lifestyle, stating we're not going to have sex with each other would likely seem odd."
"Can we…perhaps…"
"What is it Ana?"
"Perhaps just between the two of us we can have it as a soft limit?" she suggests shyly. "Something just we know?"
"We can do that," whether she knows it or not but asking me not to list it as a limit on the resort paperwork but keep this between us shows me that she has more trust in me than I thought. I expected her to want to list it as a limit and that I would be the one having to explain to her that it would seem odd to others. I hadn't expected her to have considered it already…although I can't help but wonder how much she actually considered? When she was considering it, did she think about actually having sex with me? Did she think about it during a scene or was she remembering when I would sneak into her bedroom at night when her dad was already asleep? Or all those times in my pick up truck when her dad thought we were at the football game? Or that night under the stars…
"Thank you," she says pulling me from my thoughts. "I think when Simpson and I initially discussed going undercover we thought it would be possible to not have to…have sex while we were there. But now I'm beginning to think…"
"It's likely."
She nods and neither of us say anything; it's kind of odd to be sitting here talking the likelihood of us having sex during a public scene when we haven't been intimate with each other in 10 years. I want to tell her that I don't want our first time together again to be during a scene, that I want to know it actually means something. That it's not a means to an end. But how the hell do I say that without coming across as a complete wuss?
"Once we're in the different areas of the resort, what's the objective?" I ask needing to pull our conversation away from limits and sex as my dick has clearly not gotten the message that nothing is happening between us right now.
"Essentially we're going to create a blue print of each area, including entrances, exit and possible areas to hide. Some of the areas have already been drawn up by Taylor, but Donaldson feels it wouldn't hurt to have a second set of eyes on those areas just in case something was overlooked. He has not been able to get into an areas past the first level so once we pass the first test we will be drawing the blue prints for areas that Taylor doesn't have access to," she explains.
"Okay…"
"We'll just need to make sure we get a good look at each space, I can then draw up everything."
"Since we're not allowed to bring in cell phones, I assume we're doing all this by hand?"
"Initially yes, but I have a small camera that we will take photos of our drawings on and then we'll destroy the papers. The camera will automatically upload the pictures to Donaldson every 8 hours through a secure network that cannot be detected by the resort if they screen for any type of wireless devices."
"Are you…okay with this mission? Now that we're leaving in less than 24 hours?"
"I don't know," she sighs. "I was up nearly the entire night because I couldn't stop thinking about it. Never in a million years did I ever think I would be going undercover and would have never even considered going under at a sex resort. If it wasn't for Kate, I wouldn't even consider doing this. But I need to do something…"
"I wish there was another way; I hate the idea of you going," I admit.
"Me too," she whispers.
"I'm glad Simpson isn't the one going with you."
"Me too," she repeats and my eyes meet hers. I used to be able to look at her eyes and know exactly what she was thinking, what she was feeling and what she wanted. When her eyes find mine, I see something pass through them…something so fast that I question whether or not it was even there.
"What concerns you the most?" I ask after a few minutes of silence.
"That I'm not going to be good enough," she sighs. "That I…we won't be able to get into all the areas we need to in order to get the information the bureau needs to formulate a plan. If we don't pass the test I know…it'll be because of me. Put me in front of a computer and I can analyze spreadsheets thousands of rows long, quickly finding the oddity in it. But me…as a sub? It's just not in my nature…I'm afraid they're going to see it."
"Like I told Mark the other day, you're not a sub…you're right it's not in your nature to be submissive," I remind her. "But, Ana when you're in a scene…er when we've been in a scene, you are submissive. I know it hasn't been easy, but you've maintained the right mindset for the scene. It's obvious that you're not faking it. You can't fake submission. I promise you Ana, I will do whatever it takes it safely get you into the areas you need to be in. You are good enough…don't think otherwise."
She nods and even though I can still see the doubt in her eyes she doesn't argue. I hate seeing her so unsure of herself, but I also know with everything riding on this mission and with it hitting so close to home that she has every right to doubt herself. Hell, I'm doubting my own ability as a dom not that I want Ana to know that. I need her to have confidence in me and my ability if we're going to pull this off. Even though I've been a trained dom for several years now, there are still areas that I'm not proficient in or that I just don't enjoy. Humiliation and pain are just two areas I could never get into to; I don't get off on degrading women. That's not the person I am; I have nothing against those who enjoy that sort of thing but it's just not for me. I worry that if a scene requires that to pass a test that I won't be able to deliver. I can never and would never degrade Ana.
"So what's on the schedule for today?" Ana asks I think ready to change the subject.
"We have a few things from the list that I think we should try to see if it's something you want to list as a soft limit or acceptable. I'd like to go through the bag that Mark and Sawyer packed; if there's anything else we need we can either try to get to the club tonight or stop on our way tomorrow morning."
"Did you get everything done that you needed to get done for work?"
"I…I didn't sleep much last night so I was able to get quite a bit of it taken care of," I answer.
"How come you didn't sleep?"
"Too much on my mind I guess," I only give her the partial truth.
"I don't think I ever thanked you," she surprises me by saying after a few minutes.
"Thanked me?"
"For…doing this," she says. "I know I was against the idea of you going…hell of you even training me, but you did it anyway. I need you to know that no matter what happens with the mission…I appreciate you rearranging everything and putting your life on hold for me."
"Ana…I can never make up for what I did all those years ago, but you need to know that even today I would do anything for you," I take her hands in mine and look into her eyes. "You don't need to thank me for anything…training you and going on this mission with you, is the least I can do after what I did to you."
She doesn't say anything and doesn't pull away right away which makes me grateful. I've barely touched her outside of a scene even though I've wanted to every moment that she's around me. Just now, holding her hands like this…it makes me forget everything else just for a little while.
"Where did you want to…do the scene?" she asks.
"My bedroom," my response is immediate. The idea of her in my bedroom, hell in my bed, has haunted me from the moment I bought this house. I'm probably setting myself up by suggesting we do the scene in my room…
"I'll be ready in there in a few minutes," she squeezes my hands whether purposefully or not I don't know.
I take a few deep breaths trying to get into the dom mindset before heading into the closet where I left the bag that we brought from the club. I take out a few items that we need before heading upstairs to Ana's room where the bags she brought sit next to the end of the bed. Even though she was only in here for a few hours, the room smells like Ana. God…I need to…fuck I don't know what I need to do. Shaking my head I focus on the scene, I look through the bag that Mark and Sawyer packed pulling out what I need for the scene. I need to go through the bag more in depth, but I only see a few items that I'll need to remove before we leave.
I walk into the bedroom and fuck if I don't nearly come in my pants right there. Ana is kneeling, completely naked, on my bedroom floor. God the sight of her in here nearly kills me. I wish like hell it were under different circumstances and that she was in here because she wanted to be in here and not because she had to be for the scene.
"Today, we're going to focus on a few of the items on the limit list that you haven't experienced. If once we try something you don't like it, let me know right away. We can either stop it all together or lessen the intensity of it or just pause for a few minutes. Communication is going to be important today since the scene may involve things that will eventually end up on your limit list."
"Yes sir," she says.
"We'll start with the clamps first and then move onto the gags," I think the gags will be something she is more uncomfortable with. "Stand up."
She complies immediately, standing naked before me with her head down and eyes on the floor. The nipple clamps go on quickly, her body instantly responding to my touch. Unlike the first time we used these, she doesn't hiss with either bite on her nipple.
"Very good," I commend her for the minimized reaction which I know wasn't easy for her.
I wrap my arm around her waist and hold her close to me as I slip my hand between us. Her breath hitches and her eyes close when my fingers approach her sex. She doesn't flinch or try to pull away when I slide them lower slipping them between her legs. I can't help but smile feeling the moisture that's already there, knowing that it's my touch that caused it. I return to her clit, gently rubbing it until her body is rocking against my hand. I pause for a brief moment, to pull the clamp from my pocket before returning to her clit.
"Ah!" her eyes open and find mine the moment I attach the clip.
I watch her for signs of discomfort, relieved when instead of seeing that I see arousal and need. With the clamp attached, I pull a long chain from my pocket and with her eyes on my every move, I attach it to each of the clamps on her beautiful body forming a perfect Y.
"How does it feel?" I ask as I gently tug on the chain causing each of the clamps to move at the same time.
"Oh God," she gasps at the feeling.
"You look beautiful clamped," the words leave me before I can hold them back.
"They…uh…."
"Do they hurt?" I ask even though I know the answer based on the glazed over look in her eyes.
"No," she answers quickly. "I expected them to but…"
"They turn you on," I finish the words she's not ready yet to admit, she nods in agreement. "The nipple clamps aren't as tight as the ones we used before. The clit clamp isn't meant to hurt or in fact cause you any discomfort. It's meant to just stimulate you and to keep stimulating you through a scene or through sex."
"I can see that," she says.
"Go on your hands and knees," I instruct and she does so immediately groaning slightly when the clamps all pull down as gravity does it's job. "Spread your legs a little more."
We've come so far in such a short time, I realize when she again does immediately as asked and doesn't hesitate. I run my hand over her smooth back, noting how she instinctively arches into my touch instead of away from it like she did with Simpson whenever that bastard would touch her.
"Clamps like this are often used to heighten pleasure," I lean over her and attach the leather collar I brought in before returning behind her. I've never collared a sub before Ana so it's something I keep forgetting when we start a scene. I was always taught that you don't collar a sub unless you're willing to uphold the meaning of the collar. I don't use them in scenes just for that reason. But fuck if seeing Ana in a collar doesn't do something to me.
"Ah!" Ana calls out as I bring a light slap down on her ass. The spanking isn't meant to cause any pain, instead it's meant to show her the benefits of being clamped during a pleasure spanking. I repeat this several times until her breathing is heaving and she's holding back her moans as each clamp swaps with each slap of her skin.
"You can also imagine the stimulation you would receive wearing these during sex," kneeling behind her I rock my pelvis against her mimicking the actions of fucking her from behind.
"Mmm hmmm," she agrees.
When I reluctantly pull away from her, the wet spot on my jeans from where her sex pressed against me doesn't go unnoticed.
"Sit back on your knees," I instruct and she does so immediately. "Hands behind your back."
I restrain her wrists, the action pushing her breasts out as if they're on display with the clamps attached to her hardened, red nipples and one attached to her clit. I take her arms and gently assist her in standing, which is not easy without support when her arms are bound behind her.
"Fuck," she hisses the moment I release one clamp from her nipple as the blood rushes back to it. I bend down, gently taking it in my mouth trying to ease the discomfort. Initially she tries to pull away, but all too quickly she realizes the gentle sucking is actually easing the discomfort so she arches into my mouth offering me her nipple. This time when I remove the second clamp, my lips are on it before she has a chance to respond. When she relaxes I lean back admiring her reddened nipples, liking the mark they left on her and knowing that I'm the one who put it there.
"If this one is removed during intercourse," I place my hand on the last remaining clamp, "it's said to increase the intensity of the orgasm especially if your g spot is being stimulated at the same time. Even after I take this off, it's likely that your clit will remain sensitive for awhile."
"Ah!" she gasps as I release the clamp, her knees nearly buckling. I wrap an arm around her waist, holding her tightly against me.
"Okay?" I ask.
"Yeah," her answer is breathless which has my dick throbbing, begging for it's own release.
"Do we need to put any of the clamps on the list of limits?"
"No."
I go to the bed and pull out a long black leash and attach it to the o ring on her collar. Ana's eyes go wide at the realization of what I just did, but she doesn't say anything. Had I known she was expected to be on a leash at the resort before today, I would have incorporated it into our scenes earlier. We spend the next several minutes, getting her adjusted to the leash. I lead her around my bedroom, into my bathroom and back to my bedroom with the leash.
"What do you think of the leash?" I ask.
"I still hate it," she says quickly. "But I can tolerate it."
"Let's talk about gags…what have you tried so far?" I ask.
"Ummm…he put a scarf in my mouth and held it from behind," she says.
"Is that it?" I ask surprised.
"Yes."
"How did you feel about it?"
"I didn't like it."
"What was it that you didn't like?"
"That I couldn't communicate with Simpson," she says. "I panicked, that I would stop breathing and not be able to tell him."
"Didn't he talk to you about ways to use your safewords when you were gagged?"
"Maybe? I don't know; I might have been too freaked out to remember," she admits although knowing how lousy of a dom Simpson was I wouldn't be surprised if he forgot to talk to her about how to use her safeword.
"We'll go slow then," I assure her as I slip a ring over her middle finger. "Do you feel that?" I close her hand over the object; she nods. "This is a bell on a ring that is attached your finger. If at any time you need to stop, you either ring the bell or drop it or hell even throw it across the room and we stop. None of the gags we will be using cut off your air supply; none will interfere with your breathing. Remember, breath play and asphyxiation are on both of our hard limit lists. Beyond the bell, I will be watching your reaction to the gage. I should sense your discomfort long before it approaches your need to use your safeword."
"Okay," her voice is shaky but she agrees.
"The ball gag is probably the most common," I take it out of the bag and show it to her. "You won't be able to talk, but you can make sounds. You will drool so don't be embarrassed when that happens as with this in you're not able to swallow."
She nods but doesn't say anything. When I bring the ball to her lips, she slowly opens them allowing me to place the gag in her mouth. With it in her mouth, I step behind her and fasten the bands around her head, securing the gag in place. I run my hands over her arms, trying to ease her discomfort.
"Nod if you're doing okay," I instruct and she quickly nods. "A gag can be used during a punishment scene or during a pleasure scene. Walk over to the bed and lay your chest on it."
She quickly complies with my request the site of Ana even just partially on my bed nearly causes me to come in my pants. I take the end of the leash which I purposely left on her and wrap it around my wrist as I step up behind her.
"Using the leash I can move you how I please," with a hand on her hip I gently tug back on the leash which brings her up just off the bed. "Imagine your dom holding you like this, while buried deep inside of you," her eyes open wide with my words. "With the leash, he controls your movements, he loosens it to let you move back down and tightens it again when he wants you to move back against him," I mimic the movement with the leash and her body reacts as I said it would. "With the gag in your mouth and your hands bound behind you, you're at his mercy. He takes you how he wants, but also pleases you how he wants." I bring the leash back up, but further back this time until she's nearly standing. Her hands are against my stomach, when I slide a hand over her flat stomach she grabs a handful of my shirt holding it tightly.
Having her this close to me is killing me; the only thing stopping me from sinking into her tight sex are my clothes. Well…that and I know she doesn't want me. The reminder of how badly I fucked things up has the same effect on me as dumping a bucket of cold ice water on my crotch would. I bring her back to her feet, ensuring she's steady before I step back and take off the gag. I grab a few tissues and wipe the drool off of her face.
"Well…what did you think?" I ask her.
"It wasn't…as frightening as it was with Simpson," God if only she knew what those words meant to me.
We spend the rest of the day reviewing the case file on Hyde, the resort and preparing for the trip. Our second scene allows us to finalizes the limit list so we can sign off on all the paperwork for the resort. As I lay in bed I can't help but wonder what the hell we will be walking into tomorrow morning.