Chapter 108

I inhaled and exhaled before heading out of the bathroom.

I found him facing one of the walls with some tools, and he had a whip in his hands, staring at it.

I gulped nervously.

I decided to speak.

"I am here," I said.

He turned around, making my heart race. His eyes roamed my body as I stood a bit close to the bed.

He continued staring at me as he picked up a file without taking his hand off me.

God, the way he looks at me is adding to the pressure underneath this fitted lingerie.

He took steps towards me and handed me the file. I took it and stared at it as he walked back to the wall.

The letters, BDSM are written on the file and I think it looks like a contract.

"What is this for?" I asked, looking at him.

"A contract of consent," he said without looking at me.

Contract of consent?

I looked at the contract and then back at him.

"But....do we need this?" I asked.

He turned to me. "Yes, little girl. It is part of the game."

I stared at him.

"You need to consent to being my submissive in this game," he said.

I kept staring at him.

"And I, your dominant." he added.

God, the pressure just increased.

"Sign, little girl."

I stared at the file. I took out the pen attached to it and signed on the submissive spot.

"Done," I said, looking at him.

"There is more," he said.

I furrowed my brows.

"Open it," he said.

I raised the first up and saw three names.

One is, "YES, SIR."

The second is, "YES, DADDY,"

Gosh.

The third says, "YES MASTER,"

"Names you would like to address your dominant." He said, making me look at him.

"Which of them would you like to call me?" he asked.

I looked at the names again.

I had said the first one to him before, and I noticed he liked it.

But the second of insane. I love it.

Lyric called Ace, daddy, and he would always go into a trance after she called him that.

But mine love it when I call him sir. I want to go with the one he likes.

"Which do you prefer, little girl?" he asked, making me look at him.

He is looking at me.

"Yes, sir," I said.

His eyes rested on me blankly, but I know he loved it.

I know he does.

"Next page," he said.

I opened the other page and I said safe words.

"Pick a safe word. You know what it is used for, don't you?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Make a choice," he said.

I looked at the page and saw a lot of safe words but none of them hit.

A safe word has to be something that makes him stop the pleasure, right?

I looked at him.

He is looking at me.

"Can I pick my own safe word away from the ones here?" I asked.

"Proceed," he said.

"Little girl," I said.

He raised his brows.

I stared at him.

"Seriously?" he asked.

"Yes. That's my safe word," I said.

He took steps towards me, increasing my racing heart as he stood close to me.

He reached for my lips with his thumb, rubbing my lips with it slightly.

My entire body stiffened and I felt goosebumps.

"You can't pick that. That's my pick for you, little girl," he said, staring at my lips as he withdrew his thumb.

"You hate the name that bad?" he asked.

"You....you see me as a little girl," I said.

He kept staring at me.

"I am not a little girl. I am a....."

"Grown woman," he completed, smirking slightly at me.

God, he is so perfect.

"Like I said, little girl," he said, taking the file from me. "You are a little girl to me."

I stared at him.

"A fucking crazy one," he added.

I lowered my gaze.

"Pick a safe word," he ordered.

I looked at him.

He is looking at me.

"Candela," I said, making him raise his brows.

I stared at him boldly.

I hate that she is your wife. She is a perfect fit for a safe word, isn't she?

He gave a one-sided tiny smirk.

"I will give you two rules, little girl," he said, walking towards the desk and placing the files on it.

He turned to me.

"As a good submissive, you will do everything I say and reply with the name you picked for me," he said.

I kept staring at him.

"The second, use the safe word when you feel uncomfortable or scared," he said.

I nodded.

"Am I understood?" he asked.

"Yes sir," I said, feeling the pressure in between my legs.

"Get on the bed," he ordered.

I obeyed, climbing the bed and laid on my back. My heart pounded as I thought about random things.

I thought of handcuffs, gags, clamps, spreaders, restrains, dildos, to name a few.

God, this is happening.

I sensed him walking closer to me, making look at him.

His eyes were on me as he took one of my legs, making my entire body react as he moved my leg further to the right and fixed it to a leather cuff that is connected to the bed.

I gulped as the pool in between my legs pumped.

He moved towards the other leg, moved it further to the left and cuffed it. I realized that he had just connected my legs to the spreaders.

Fuck.

He moved towards the side and took my two hands. He maintained eye contact as he cuffed my hands to the bed.

He averted his eyes from me and looked at my hands as he locked it up, making an involuntary whimper escape my mouth.

It attracted his eyes to mine and I stared at him while my heart raced.

He got on the bed, placed his hands on my sides and continued staring at me.

My heart increased its pace.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Words," he ordered.

"Yes, sir," I managed to say.

He kept staring at me with his wicked gray eyes.

"If you are uncomfortable, use the safe word and all these will go away," he said.

I stared at him, feeling less scared by just looking at his face. He is so perfect.

He is everything.

I look at his face and I don't feel scared or uncomfortable.

"Do you hear me, little girl?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good," he said, moving off the bed and walking towards the desk. I watched him till he turned to me with scissors in his hand.

I furrowed my brows.

Wait, scissors? Is that part of BDSM?

He walked towards the edge of the bed and stood where my legs were spread.

He got on the bed, moving closer to me, making my heart pound.

God, what is he doing with scissors?

He reached in between my legs and lowered the scissors there. I furrowed my brows as I stared at him.

I felt the scissors close to my panties and next, I heard a cut but not my skin.

I realized he had cut the panties.

He returned his gaze to me as he tossed the scissors away.

I let out a breath of relief as I stared at him.

Why didn't he say he was going to rip the panties? He has every right to do that. Now, I feel more exposed and needy.

This is exciting and all, but I want to get on with it immediately.

Next, I sensed him moving his fingers into me.

I let out a moan, closing my eyes. He moved his fingers from me and got on his feet.

He put his hands in his pockets as he stared at me like I was a work of art.

I love his gaze. They are deadly sexy.

Fuck.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Okay," I said.

He gave me that one-sided smirk as he kept staring at me.

God, what now?

He took out something from his pocket and pressed on it.

Something shook ballistic in between my legs, making me freeze.

It stopped, making me let out a breath as I looked down at my legs.

What was that?

It came again, vibrating inside me, making me move, but my legs spread wider.

Fuck.

It stopped.

I let out tiny pants as I looked at him.

He is looking at me.

He is doing that, right?

He walked towards the sofa opposite the bed and sat on it.

His eyes are still on me. He sat in a relaxed way, crossing his legs and placed his hands on the head of the sofa.

I laid there, staring at him.

The vibrating thingy inside me came again, making me close my eyes as my lips parted.

Fuck.

It shook violently, making me curl my toes as I slowly threw my back.

God, this is......

It stopped.

I let out a breath as I opened my eyes.

"Listen, little girl," he said as my eyes rested on him.

"You are not allowed to throw your head back or balance to the feeling," he said.

I furrowed my brows.

"Do you hear me?"

I nodded.

The thingy vibrated again, making me whimper, but it ceased instantly.

"Words."

"Yes....sir." I said breathlessly.

"This is not pleasure. This is punishment." He said, making me furrow my brows.

Punishment?

What does he mean? How is this fucking thing inside me a punish......

It came again, making me flinch a bit. It took over my entire body and I fought the urge to throw my head back, but thankfully it stopped.

I looked at him.

His eyes are on me.

"I am going to punish you for one silly thing you did," he said.

Oh God.

He got on his feet and walked closer to me.

I stared at him as my heart raced.

"Do you want to know what?"

I nodded.

He raised a brow.

"Yes, sir," I said.

His eyes fell on my bare pussy, making me feel hot as his eyes returned to mine.

"I am going to punish you for giving your innocence away just to be qualified to fuck me."

I gulped as guilt washed me.

"It was fast, silly and fucking sick."

I stared at him.

"You don't have any idea how pissed that made me."

"I am sor....." I trailed off the minute the thing inside me picked up again.

This time it was beyond ballistic.

I bit my lips as I curled my toes. My eyes closed as massive pleasure took over me in a merciless way.

Fuck......

It stopped instantly, and I let out a frustrated whimper as I looked at him.

He is looking at me.

"You are not allowed to enjoy anything."

I let out tiny pants.

"You only have to suffer," he said.

I furrowed my brows slightly.

The vibration appeared again at the same high speed.

"Uh...." a moan escaped my lips as I sensed him walking back to the sofa.

The vibration increased again, making my eyes roll to the back uncontrollably as I took in the insane pleasure.

This is so not a....

It ceased instantly, frustrating me as I let out a whimper.

Fuck this is indeed punishment.

I looked at him. He is seated on the sofa in relaxed form like before.

"Is there something you would like to say, little girl?" he asked.

I furrowed my brows.

What does he....

The vibration picked up again.

I flinched a bit, taking in the pleasure. I moved my legs as I held the chains connected to my handcuffs.

I hummed slightly, my lips parting as I curled my legs.

Fuck.

This feels so....

It stopped.

I let out a loud whimper as I looked at him with my brimming eyes.

Fuck, I got tears in the corner of my eyes.

This is frustrating.

"I ask again, little girl. Is there something you would like to say to me?"