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conventional before I commanded your total obedience. Now? Well."
He showed her the shackles he had lifted from their bed in the foot posts. "Now,
my love, you'll have to wait." He fastened her legs swiftly, conscious
that if she had shown any resistance, he would have stopped. Still, she held
the ball tight.
"Now the rules have changed. You can't tell me if
you're happy. The ball is okay, but I think this will be better. More instant. I'm
going to put a tiny switch in your hand. If you press it, a buzzer will sound.
That's your safe word. Blink if you agree. If you don't, shut your eyes and we'll
stop." He took the ball from her unresisting fingers and put the switch in
them. "Press it to show me you can." A harsh buzzing noise filled the
room. "Yes, that’s it. So, do I carry on?"
She stared at him. His skin crawled with worry. Was he
going too fast? It was all well and good, saying “read this, I'm going to do
this,” but in reality? Seconds passed by. He moved to the side of the bed. Oh,
how he'd tried, but it looked like this had all been in vain. Mac knew it wasn't
in his psyche for him to change, and if he couldn't have Holly, maybe he'd take
the job Sim and Steve had offered him. With a stranger he was, according to
them, a natural, with empathy and understanding. So why was he screwing it up
with the one person he wanted to succeed with? From the depths of his mind, he
heard Sim's voice. "Don't try too
hard."
"Okay, I'll untie you. I'm sorry. I had hoped we
would make it work." She blinked. His heart stopped, and his pulse jerked.
"More?"
She nodded her head and blinked.
"I'm your Dom, Holly?"
She blinked.
"We'll work on it all together."
She blinked again and again until her lashes were
going up and down like an elevator on speed.
Mac's breath released with a whoosh. "So be it.
You'll wait like this until I'm ready." He turned, ignoring the frantic
finger waves—they did not signify stop. As he exited the room, he left the door
open behind him. Mac made sure he could see Holly at all times. She was
vulnerable, and he had no intention of putting her at risk. Though the mental
torture he knew he'd put her under was somewhat satisfying, he wasn't going to
prolong it. Not this time.
Once in the bathroom, he splashed cold water onto his
face and took several long, deep breaths. He had never thought this would be so
difficult. Bending, he lifted the large, brightly-colored box that rested on a
side table. With an inward grin, he returned to the other room and put the box
on the floor.
"So, Holly."
She was still except for her eyes, which followed his
progress as he walked back to her.
"It's time. I'm going to untie you and love you."
Tenderly, Mac removed her gag and kissed her. His
tongue pushed against her lips, and she opened them to let their tongues mesh.
Then he moved back to remove the shackles from her ankles and rubbed them to
make sure she had full circulation.
He lifted her hands from the headboard. She shuddered
as he brought them down below her shoulders. They probably stung like crazy as
the blood began to circulate again. With an inward wince, he massaged them, and
she moaned.
"So sore."
"Ssh," he soothed as he rubbed. "It's a
worthy pain. Let it roll through you, flow in and around you. Embrace it, and
it will be your friend."
"Yes, Sir."
Mac continued to rub her in tiny circles until her
breath changed from choppy to slow, and he saw her take control of herself. Her
smile was feline and entrancing. She stretched and shook herself like a cat. He
could see she was itching to talk.
"Spill what's on your mind, pet."
"Dear Mac." Her voice was serious. "Dear
Sir, I've loved you for years, waited, watched, and learned. Can we now
practice more? You know, do all the rest of the basics and move on from there?
Please, Sir?"
He didn't answer her directly. "Turn over and get
on your knees. Head down." He waited until she had done as he commanded.
Her ass stuck up high in the air and was so
He showed her the shackles he had lifted from their bed in the foot posts. "Now,
my love, you'll have to wait." He fastened her legs swiftly, conscious
that if she had shown any resistance, he would have stopped. Still, she held
the ball tight.
"Now the rules have changed. You can't tell me if
you're happy. The ball is okay, but I think this will be better. More instant. I'm
going to put a tiny switch in your hand. If you press it, a buzzer will sound.
That's your safe word. Blink if you agree. If you don't, shut your eyes and we'll
stop." He took the ball from her unresisting fingers and put the switch in
them. "Press it to show me you can." A harsh buzzing noise filled the
room. "Yes, that’s it. So, do I carry on?"
She stared at him. His skin crawled with worry. Was he
going too fast? It was all well and good, saying “read this, I'm going to do
this,” but in reality? Seconds passed by. He moved to the side of the bed. Oh,
how he'd tried, but it looked like this had all been in vain. Mac knew it wasn't
in his psyche for him to change, and if he couldn't have Holly, maybe he'd take
the job Sim and Steve had offered him. With a stranger he was, according to
them, a natural, with empathy and understanding. So why was he screwing it up
with the one person he wanted to succeed with? From the depths of his mind, he
heard Sim's voice. "Don't try too
hard."
"Okay, I'll untie you. I'm sorry. I had hoped we
would make it work." She blinked. His heart stopped, and his pulse jerked.
"More?"
She nodded her head and blinked.
"I'm your Dom, Holly?"
She blinked.
"We'll work on it all together."
She blinked again and again until her lashes were
going up and down like an elevator on speed.
Mac's breath released with a whoosh. "So be it.
You'll wait like this until I'm ready." He turned, ignoring the frantic
finger waves—they did not signify stop. As he exited the room, he left the door
open behind him. Mac made sure he could see Holly at all times. She was
vulnerable, and he had no intention of putting her at risk. Though the mental
torture he knew he'd put her under was somewhat satisfying, he wasn't going to
prolong it. Not this time.
Once in the bathroom, he splashed cold water onto his
face and took several long, deep breaths. He had never thought this would be so
difficult. Bending, he lifted the large, brightly-colored box that rested on a
side table. With an inward grin, he returned to the other room and put the box
on the floor.
"So, Holly."
She was still except for her eyes, which followed his
progress as he walked back to her.
"It's time. I'm going to untie you and love you."
Tenderly, Mac removed her gag and kissed her. His
tongue pushed against her lips, and she opened them to let their tongues mesh.
Then he moved back to remove the shackles from her ankles and rubbed them to
make sure she had full circulation.
He lifted her hands from the headboard. She shuddered
as he brought them down below her shoulders. They probably stung like crazy as
the blood began to circulate again. With an inward wince, he massaged them, and
she moaned.
"So sore."
"Ssh," he soothed as he rubbed. "It's a
worthy pain. Let it roll through you, flow in and around you. Embrace it, and
it will be your friend."
"Yes, Sir."
Mac continued to rub her in tiny circles until her
breath changed from choppy to slow, and he saw her take control of herself. Her
smile was feline and entrancing. She stretched and shook herself like a cat. He
could see she was itching to talk.
"Spill what's on your mind, pet."
"Dear Mac." Her voice was serious. "Dear
Sir, I've loved you for years, waited, watched, and learned. Can we now
practice more? You know, do all the rest of the basics and move on from there?
Please, Sir?"
He didn't answer her directly. "Turn over and get
on your knees. Head down." He waited until she had done as he commanded.
Her ass stuck up high in the air and was so
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