Leah Braemel - Personal Protection

Damn, she hadn’t understood. All right. Time for a little showin’. Because tellin’ definitely would have her runnin’ out the door. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes, of course.” A puzzled look crossed her face, and her voice tinged with caution.

“Would you let me blindfold you?”

“Oh, is that all you’re talking? Sheesh, here you are making me think you’re into something kinky, and all you’re talking is about blindfolding me? Spicy he says,” she muttered. “That’s not even comparable to black pepper.”

Her quick response told him she’d probably been blindfolded during sex before. Good. Though curiously, he found himself jealous that she had allowed another man to control her.

When she’d wound down and stopped grumbling, he asked, “Would you let me tie you up?”

A wicked grin lit her face. “As long as I get to tie you up and have my way with you the next time.”

His cock twitched and hardened. If she only knew the challenge she was presenting, and how it was stronger than any chemical aphrodisiac. “We’ll discuss that. Later. But for now…” He tossed her over his shoulder and carried her into the bedroom, ignoring her curses.

Once he’d set her down at the end of his bed, she asked, “Do I need a safe word?”

“You know about them?” Maybe she’d already dabbled in his world. That would explain her acquiescence. Was he playing things too cautiously?

She shrugged “I’m not a vestal virgin, you know.”

Yeah, he knew. And thanked his lucky stars for it every night she stayed with him. So how far should he push her? “What types of things have you done, Rosebud?”

A delightful blush crept up her neck and over her cheeks. “Not as much as I think you have, but more than I’ll admit to my mother. So what else were you thinking of doing tonight, I mean besides tying me up and blindfolding me?”

What he wanted to do got ramped down from what he would do tonight. It was too soon to jump right in introducin’ her to his lifestyle. “I may gag you.” The corner of his mouth twisted into a smile. “Though I think I won’t want to do that for a while. That smart mouth of yours is quite amusing. And very-” he leaned down and caught her bottom lip between his teeth, bit it lightly before releasing it, “-very tasty.”

“Is that all?” She seemed disappointed.

“You will not speak unless I ask you a direct question. Any time you do speak to me, you must call me Master. And respond to…” he considered her sub name, “…Princesa. If I tell you to do something-or not do something, you’ll obey me.”

“Oh, puh-leeze.” She pushed her hand against his chest. Did she just stomp her foot? “So you want to be the big bad stud warrior while I play the poor helpless captive who must do your bidding. That’s not very original-all guys fantasize about that.”

Okay, let’s take it the next step, see how she responded. “When I ask, I’ll expect you to stick that pretty ass of yours up in the air and let me fuck it without a murmur.”

She shuddered. “Ugh. I’ve tried anal before, Sam, and it hurt, so I don’t think I can agree to that.”

He frowned. “Didn’t your partner prepare you first?”

“Do you mean use a lube? Yeah, he did, but it still hurt like hell. Since you’re way bigger than he was, I’m not about to let you stick that bad boy of yours up my ass.”

As much as he was flattered at her assessment of his size, he’d had the same concern. Even when he’d fucked her pussy, he’d worried about tearing her. At least she’d taken that matter into her own hands so he hadn’t had to worry for very long.

The anal play being put on hold was a definite-he forced himself not to snicker-bummer. But she hadn’t completely ruled it out at least. Maybe she’d allow him to slip an inflatable butt plug into that beautiful puckered opening, gradually increase the size, let her body adjust to the intrusion.

“Let’s start with the blindfold and restraints for now.” He decided not to tell her that he’d want to spank her or even flog her one day. He’d have to work her up to that idea.

“You can choose a safe word if you want, but I don’t think you’ll need it.” Not tonight. But one day soon she might.

“Cochino,” she responded before he could finish his sentence.

He snorted. “Is that your safe word or an assessment of my character?”

She grinned, a bright mischievous smile that lit up the room.

Dayam, his apartment had been so dull without her in it. So had his life.

“Could be both. But for now we’ll say it’s my safe word. So do you want me to undress before you blindfold me? Or do you want to undress me?”

“Ditch your blouse and pants, but leave your bra and thong. I want to take them off myself.” He pulled a red silk scarf from his drawer.

“Okay, so it’s a little kinky, but it’s still pretty vanilla.” But despite her protests, she shivered when he tied the blindfold in place. He had others he could have used that would be more effective, but he figured she might freak if he brought out his leather hoods at the get-go.

“Stay there. And don’t remove your blindfold.” Once she’d given him her assurance she wouldn’t peek, he ducked into the walk-in closet and opened the panel concealing the safe room he’d had privately constructed and outfitted for his personal needs. He’d been thinking about his plans all day, so it didn’t take longer than a minute or two to select the restraints he’d require, along with a couple other toys.

When he returned, Rosie was sitting in the chair by the window. Her legs were sprawled open, allowing him an unimpeded view of her stroking one finger beneath the thin matching thong. The sight of her pleasuring herself nearly had his tongue hanging on the floor and his dick ready to shoot a load prematurely.

Should he tie her face up on the bed? Or should he have her standing, her hands tied to the upper ring of the bedpost so he’d have access to more of her body? And oh, man, did he want as much access to her body as he could get.

Lying down-because he was definitely going to fuck her and that way he wouldn’t have to move the restraints later. Even if he wanted to put a wedge pillow under that tiny ass of hers, the restraints would move up the iron posts with little problem. Yeah, that still left him a whole range of possibilities. He dumped his equipment on the night table, then flipped off the duvet and lifted her to her feet.

“Lie down on the bed, Rosie. Face up.”

“Yes, Master,” she said in a breathy Marilyn Monroe impression. He palmed the hard-on that throbbed at the title. If she only knew how he’d fantasized about her calling him that.

Once she was in place, he ran his hands down her calves, gently massaging her tiny feet. Hmm, ticklish. Interesting. Normally she was only ticklish after they’d made love. He fastened the restraints around her ankles and spread open her legs so he could attach the cuffs around the iron end posts. He stepped back and examined his handiwork, admiring how her lips glistened on either side of the thin black string of her thong. “You’re already thinkin’ about what I might do to you, aren’t you?”

He sure was.

“I’m guessing,” Rosie said with a beatific smile, “that it’s going to end up with you riding me, pounding Big Sammy into my pussy and making me see stars the way you did last night. And if I’m really good, you’ll let me ride you, the way I did yesterday morning. Which, by the way, was extremely enjoyable.”

He smiled at her new nickname for his dick. Definitely better than Sam Junior. And she’d guessed correctly; he was intending to end the night that way, but not before he’d driven her to her own fulfillment once or thrice.