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“You have no idea what a pleasure it will be working with someone who will allow me so much freedom in my pursuits.” The scope of what I’d just granted him was now beginning to dawn on me. I had been a little generous. Perhaps I should take another look at the form. “I’m curious,” I whispered, mostly because his continued stroking was playing havoc on my body. “Which aspects of BDSM do you perform?” He took the palm of my left hand and began massaging my index finger. It was a strange feeling, but not unpleasant. “I like the hardcore aspects, which is why you got me when you booked ‘The Ultimate Guide to Pain.’ The more sensual aspects are performed by some local dominants and dommes that I

I asked. "I want to play with you, and if you do not enjoy it, I'll terminate the contract and you can still stay here and I'll still pay you for cooking and cleaning." He said, that sounds interesting. "I'll give you a week to tell me what you feel about it, I'll respect your decision, but you need to be open with me, don't be insecure, it's not like I'm killing you, a rule in bdsm is that, always trust your master no matter what. I want you to put full trust in me" he concluded.

But I notice how she averts her gaze and stares at her fingers when she mentions my preferences and restraining. I hit the overview of BDSM, which is the category where restraining falls. I try to explain that while I enjoy a little of that lifestyle, meaning blindfolding, a little tie down, a little spanking. I do not enjoy the bigger aspects like caning, whipping, suspension, gagging. All of those don’t interest me, at all.

She is finally getting a bit braver. "It's called the BDSM lifestyle. Bondage, dominance, sadism, and masochism. Please don't be afraid or scared about it. I won't hurt you in a way that you don't like. Everything has consent—a signed contract from both of us. You set the limit; you set about what you like and don't, and if you are willing to know more, let's sit and talk." "Alright, I want to know more." We both sit on the bed, and I send her a digital contract from my phone.

My hips ground against his hands shamelessly as if my body was begging for a release. He bit into my ear, making my whole body quiver. “You come when I say you come, not before.” Tears gathered at my lashes as he pushed me higher, fingers pumping into me until my climax was just on the edge. I was seconds away when he pulled out of my completely, leaving me gasping, knees threatening to give out. The bastard smirked down at me. I whimpered, humiliated but needy. Then I heard it, the sounds of heels clicking on the pavement. A woman’s voice filled the air, laughter carrying in the air. Adrian’s eyes glinted with something wicked. His hand slid back between my thighs, fingers thrusting into me

He lapped me through it, prolonging the ecstasy until I was boneless and spent. We collapsed together again, his body spooning mine, hand possessively over my breast as our breaths synced. "That was... intense," I whispered, turning to kiss him, tasting myself on his lips. "The BDSM stuff—it's addictive. At the cabin, I want more. Blindfolds, maybe some light flogging? Teach me, Sir." He smiled, tracing patterns on my hip. "Anything for you, my eager sub. We'll set rules, explore safely. But tell me—how did Mom's crap hit you today? Beyond dinner. I saw her nudge you under the table again, like some petty queen."

Noah smiled, but there was no humor in it. “In BDSM, the focus is pleasure, Ju, not pain,” he said. “If this…” He leaned in and kissed my neck, where the mark from what he’d done still lingered. “…causes you pain instead of pleasure, it’s wrong.” He ran his hand gently across my face, then down my neck with care before continuing. “And control? Sure, a Dom likes control. But BDSM is more about trust than control. It’s about the relief that comes from trusting someone so completely that you can surrender fully, without hesitation. Not the kind of control your husband wanted—control over your life—but control over your pleasure.”

“Sorry. I thought you’d bolt from the start.” “Did you want me to?” He sipped his drink. “Answering that takes some explaining. BDSM—it’s a game, but a serious one. Then you walked into my class with a vibrator on you, while edging you without knowing I was doing so, made me upset.” “I didn't plan to,” I said defensively.

He said rubbing my back soothingly. "Hmm. I was thinking maybe we should start a little training on the dbms thing you were talking about" I said kissing his neck. He breathed out and chuckled. "It's bdsm. You wanna train?" He asked surprised as his hands groped my ass grinding me against him. I moaned softly against his ear. "Yes. Not the extreme controlling part. Just the sex and punishing part. I don't want to be calling you freaking Master" I said licking below his ear "Call me sir then. Or daddy" He whispered in my ear. I shivered as he licked the shell of my ear