Playroom

Thea’s heart thudded as he spoke her name. She felt an inexplicable connection, and her cheeks flushed. His hand was warm on her arm as he looked into her eyes. She felt no need to rush things and wanted to take their time. “Mason,” she whispered. “That’s a big step.”

“It is,” Mason stepped closer, his breath caressing Thea’s ear. “It’s your choice, Thea. What would you like me to do?” He winked and twirled the handcuffs on his finger, then walked over to the bed, pausing to run his fingers through the soft silk sheets. Thea scanned the room full of toys, feeling overwhelmed by the sheer number of choices. Mason’s voice was sensuous. “Come now, Thea. Time is ticking away. Don’t make me choose for you.”

Thea looked at him, her eyes narrowed and stern. Her mouth curved into a tense line, and her entire body seemed to be radiating disapproval. “You don’t get to do that,” she said firmly.

He startled in surprise, the bedding crinkling as he hastily propped himself up. He blinked a few times, struggling to process what he had just heard before cautiously asking, “Excuse me?”

She sauntered up to him, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. A smirk playing on her lips, she snatched the handcuffs from his hands and tossed them onto the bed. “I’m happy that you’re ready to give control,” she said, her voice low and silky. “But you were supposed to show me this so-called pleasure you promised as my dom.”

Mason jumped up from the bed, his eyes flashing with agitation. He clenched his teeth and hissed, “Don’t push me, Thea.”

The corners of her lips twitched as she spoke, her frown slowly giving way to a smile. “It’s beginning to look like you have absolutely no idea what you’re doing,” she was almost amused now, her eyes glimmering with a hint of sarcasm.

Thea whirled around, and Mason stood before her, a dominant presence. His eyes were smoldering, and his voice deep and demanding. “Kneel,” he commanded.

She quickly complied, lowering herself to the floor, her arms resting on her legs with her palms upturned, “Like this?” she asked.

“Quiet,” Mason circled the room, his steps heavy and purposeful as he surveyed Thea. Her knees were planted firmly on the ground, her hands raised in submission, and her eyes downcast on the floor like a vixen waiting for his command. He stopped in front of his dresser, littered with an array of toys, and ran his fingers along the various objects with a hint of mischief. Picking up a riding crop, he turned to face Thea and sternly ordered her to remove her shirt and bra. Slowly and with trembling hands, she complied. Mason placed the crop beneath her chin and lifted her head so their eyes met. His voice was soft yet demanding as he asked, “What do you think I should do, Thea?”

Thea let out a breathy sigh, “I think….”

Mason’s hand snapped forward, the crop in his palm making contact with the edge of her breast. The sensation was immediate. A deep, piercing tingle that started where the leather crop had touched and spread outward. Her breath faltered, but Mason’s gaze remained unyielding as he spoke, his words clipped with authority. “It doesn’t matter what you think. Say it.”

Thea’s small frame quavered as she drew a deep breath. “It doesn’t matter what I think,” she murmured, readying herself for more.

With the tip of the crop, he drew circles around her sensitive breasts. His light touch made her nipples peak, and she shivered from the chill of the room. He looked into her eyes and whispered, “Do you remember your safeword?”

Thea shook her head yes, “Pumpkin.”

“Good,” he said, “Keep it in your mind.” He wiggled his fingers up and down to gesture to her to stand, “Because I’ve wanted to do this for a while, Thea, and I’m not holding back.”

Thea gave a quick smile, “Okay.”

As he stepped into the role of a dominant, Mason pulled off his leather wristwatch, placed it on the dresser, and glanced around the bedroom. Everything was in its proper place, from the flogger hanging from a hook on the wall to the various sex toys lying scattered around the room. “Lay on the bed,” he commanded, and when she complied, he gave her butt a quick and stinging tap with the crop. The red sheets beneath her felt slick and smooth as he slid over and took one of the ropes hanging from one of the bedposts. With steady hands, he bound her right wrist, taking extra care to ensure that it was secure before repeating the same process with the other. He gazed down at her with a serious expression and ran his fingers lightly across her skin.

He walked around her slowly, his gaze lingering on her exposed body. His fingers left a trail of sparks on her skin as they moved upwards from her ankles across her thighs and waist. He stopped at the waistband of her skirt and tugged it down. His voice was husky as he said, “Good girl,” and she knew he was pleased to see that she had kept her panties off as instructed.

Thea watched Mason from the bed, wrists bound by rope. She was unsure of what to expect. Mason stood and strode over to a large wooden toy chest in the corner of the room, rummaging before returning with a metal contraption. “This is a spreader bar,” he announced, showing it off. He then moved to Thea’s ankles and fastened the cuffs tightly, spreading her legs far apart. She felt exposed and vulnerable; her body spread open and ready for him. Her knees felt miles apart, and no matter how hard she tried to close them, they wouldn’t budge. They were held firmly in place by Mason’s cuffs. She had never felt so naked before. Heat rushed to her cheeks as Mason leaned in closer, his voice low and menacing. “You don’t come out of this unless I say so,” he said. His words felt like a weight on Thea’s chest as she lay naked in the center of the bed, her legs wide open to Mason’s will.