“And the S might mean spanking, which, okay fine, but I’ve seen people tied up and blindfolded and gagged with, like, ropes and leather and zippers in places zippers should not be.
“I don’t even know if I like that. What if you tie me up and then forget I’m there? What if I get itchy and I can’t scratch it? What if I panic and start screaming and then the neighbor calls the cops and they find me with a spreader bar between my legs like I’m some kind of s*x scarecrow?”
He leaned closer, his voice dark and slow and so calm it made my n*****s hard.
“It’s not about pain, kitten,” he said, brushing his thumb across my lips. “It’s about control. It’s about trust. It’s about giving me everything—your moans, your whimpers, your tears, your cunt. It’s about surrendering, completely. Letting me t
