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“Always, baby girl. Always and forever.”

13

Jake

Three sessions later, and somewhere in the middle of the night, I roll over and notice the stab marks on my legs and even a few on my back.

Letting her leave her heels on certainly heightened the experience, and likely made her feel more powerful, but I’m the one looking like I’ve been rung through an adult pleasure chamber right about now.

“You’re tamer than I thought,” I hear, rolling back over to see Jewel looking up at me, a kind of happiness in her eyes that damn near makes me melt like chocolate underneath the summer sun.

“You think so?”

“From what I’ve seen.”

“Because you ain’t seen nothing yet,” I say, scooping her up and moving toward the stairs, carrying her all the way down into the main level and then…the basement.

“Just remember the safe word if at any time you don’t want a part of this or want it to end.”

“I trust you, and I want to experience everything. Together. And you know I want to please you.”

Flipping on the lights the first thing her eyes shoot to is the item I bought this morning and had specially delivered in under four hours’ time. Money is a tool, and I wanted to be prepared.

“What is that?”

“That,” I say, smirking at the St. Andrew’s Cross, “is for another time. But this,” I motion with my head toward something very different, “is for right now.”

“It looks like a rope and pulley system they use in Amsterdam to lift things up to houses on the top floors. Did you know a lot of the houses are actually built at angles?”

“You read a lot, don’t you?”

“Everything I can get my hands on.”

“My girl might not have traveled, yet-“ I begin.

“But she’s already traveled the world in her mind, a hundred times over,” she finishes my sentence. All I can do is nod. To say we’re on the same wavelength is an understatement.

Setting her down carefully on an oversized six foot by six foot yoga mat I take a step toward the wall. “On your hands and knees, little one. And face away from me.”

Moving toward the two hundred and fifty-pound iron ball I grasp the long chain and drag it back toward the yoga mat. Once in position, I separate the end of the chain at the area where it breaks off into two attached parts and attach the cuffed ends to each of Jewel’s ankles.

“What’s going on back there, Daddy? Are you going to make me face the corner all night long?”

“No, no, no. You’ve been a good girl, a very good girl…not bad. Daddy has a present for you.”

“Another present? Whoopie!” She pauses. “Can I look?”

“No!” I command. “Eyes to the front.”

Once she’s firmly in position I return to the wall and remove the Mulberry silk sleep mask, placing it over her eyes, causing her to jump when it first hits her skin.

“It’s so smooth, Daddy,” she notes.

“Just like my little girl,” I say, running my palm flat along her spine and over the curve of her bottom and continuing down, sliding in-between her legs.

“Oh my,” she gasps.

“You’re so fucking wet for Daddy, so primed,” I mumble, trying to contain myself, knowing I’m about to introduce her to a whole new type of world. One which I myself don’t know much about and have never participated in in my life. But once I saw her, and felt the way she made me feel, I started researching. And the first thing I did was build this.


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