I’d been preparing it for her forever, never knowing if the object of my desires would ever materialize. And, now that she had? I knew this place would be ours, but I still had so much to add.
I wanted more than this with her. I wanted what we had to span the spectrum from satin sheets over goose down pillowed mattresses while I fed her figs and we drank wine to iron chains and leather straps as she sobbed and begged.
But, for today, we needed this. A coronation of sorts. A binding, with pleasure and pent-up lust, and raw unhindered instinct. A giving of one to the other in a way many wouldn’t understand, but for us, it would be our journey and destination.
As soon as I set her down, I felt she understood what was happening. Or she thought she did, anyway. Sweet thing had no fucking clue what I had in store for her. But she got the general idea, and that was enough to excite her.
She scampered towards the door, falling to her knees and clawing at the stones, breasts rising and falling, tantalizingly soft in the torn shift dress she’d been wearing when I found her in the barn. I took a few strides and caught up to her, scooping her up over my shoulder.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I told her. “But you will submit to me, Iris. It’s what you need, and you know it. You said as much yourself.”
She beat my back with her fists, and it made my balls throb—the touch of her hands as she fought me? Goddamn.
But there was time for all that—there was time for us to go to battle. She had to learn the rules first.
“Randal I’m…what is this place? Where are we?” I saw the fear tensing her muscles, making her eyes dart around the room.
“You don’t have to be afraid,” I told her gently. “Nothing will ever happen to you that you can’t handle. I promise. I’ll never allow it. Do you still trust me, as you did?”
She nodded. “Yes, but…”
“That’s enough, sweet Iris. Trust me to keep you safe. I’m in charge here, and you need not worry about a thing. You want that, don’t you?”
There was just a moment’s hesitation, then she seemed to settle. “Yes. I want that.”
Good.
She had to learn to fear me but not be afraid of me. There was a big fucking difference. From me, she’d learn the beauty of fear that intensifies pleasure. I wanted all of her orgasms right there on the border between good and bad, between yes and no, between exactly right and too much.
That was where we would exist in this dungeon. That was where we would lock horns: where fear stokes the flames. Where destruction meets rebirth. As for me, I needed to see someone receiving such treatment who wanted it, who craved it, craved the control it gave them to know that the pain was a part of the pleasure. After what had been done to me, I needed to relinquish that control to her, needed to know that every stroke of the whip was at her bequest, that if she said the word I would have to stop.
I carried her back to where I had the chains and irons. I grabbed her arm and pinned it against the stone wall, restraining her left wrist first. She tried to fight her way free. She scratched the shit out of me—snarling as she left three long angry marks up my forearm that made me instantly hard.
Fight all you want, baby. Let me feel your power. Show me what I’m up against.
The iron cuff was exactly the right size; she couldn’t slip her wrist through, but it wasn’t so tight as to make her hand go numb. As soon as I had the left cuff secured, she instinctively began to submit; she might not have even known it, but a little of the fight drained out of her and she started to relax.
To reward her, I gently shifted her hair to one side so that it was over her left breast, not against the stone behind her. I used my tenderest touch, even letting myself brush her cheek with my own.
Fuck, how I adored her. And goddamn, how I needed to be inside her.
She studied me as I secured her other wrist. I looked into her eyes once the shackle was closed, telling her—without saying a goddamned word—that I would always take care of her. She was my possession, more important than anything else in my life.
“What you and I are going to do here, it’s a process. It’s about boundaries and pleasure, and pain when it’s needed. It’s about you and me. Light and dark. Submission and domination. It will be us.”
Her eyes flashed a little, and a crimson flush crept from her tits to her neck to her cheeks. I turned away from her, heading across the room to get a basin of water. But as I did, she thrashed against her bindings.