Chapter Two
Skylar
What the hell am I doing here? What am I letting him do to me? I can’t believe I’m actually here. I could kill my friend for talking me into this. Internally I’m cursing myself for coming here. Damn Christy. If she weren’t my best friend, I would kick her ass for this.
I have trust issues. A lot of them, which is why I’m here. Christy thought this would be a great way for me to let go and learn to trust a little by being naked in a room with a stranger. Yeah, I’m not sure how I feel about that now. The fact I can make him stop at any time helps a little. When I signed the paperwork to come here, she and the manager assured me no one would hurt me. More importantly, I wouldn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to do. The manager had me write a list of things I was comfortable with and wanted to try. He called them soft limits. The other list he had me compile, he called hard limits, and they were things I didn’t like or didn’t want to try.
That doesn’t mean I’m at ease. I’m not. I feel like a complete fool. The thought of being here makes me giggle a little.
“Something funny?” The man asks as the softness of what I assume was a feather disappears from my skin, and his fingers replace it. They slowly run along my shoulders and down my spine to the top of my ass. A chill runs down my spine as I stand as still as possible.
“I’m sorry, this is new to me,” I tell the man as I keep the laughter from bubbling up again.
“I understand that, but you also need to understand I only want your submission. You will give me obedience,” he demands. With that demand, heat courses through my veins and hits me in places that haven’t felt alive in a very long time. I shouldn’t be feeling like this. I shouldn’t be affected, and yet I am.
Okay,” I whisper.
“I’ve never been into the whole Master and Sir thing. So in this room, you’ll address me as J. When I ask you a question, you will answer with yes, J or no, J. Do you understand?”
“Yes, J.”
“Good girl,” he praises as his fingers travel over me. “Now tell me what you’re here for? What are you hoping to gain from all of this?” he asks as he leans in closer. I can feel the warmth of his breath and body as it caresses me in a way I wasn’t expecting.
“My friend set this up for me. She thought it would help me loosen up and learn to trust,” I truthfully answered him. I hear the light growl as it leaves his lips, and my body responds. My thighs clench as I listen to him breathe.
“I can loosen you up, but the trust is all on you. When you hear the sound of my voice, try to relax. Nothing and no one here will hurt you. At least not in a bad way. Try to relax and only use your safe word if you need to. This isn’t a game and shouldn’t be taken as one.”
I nod my head, but that isn’t enough for him. He wants more. He wants my voice.
“Speak,” he demands.
“Okay,” I say softly. J hums his response, and his fingers go back to caressing my flesh. When he reaches around and finds my nipples hard and ready, I moan softly. I didn’t think it would feel this good. I didn’t think letting a stranger touch me would turn me on but here we are, and my pussy is dripping from just his touch. This shouldn’t be happening; at least, that’s what I keep telling myself.
He pulls and tugs on my nipple as soft moans escape my lips.
“Think about how it would feel to have my lips wrapped around your sweet nipple, sucking and pulling. My teeth, scraping against your soft skin,” he whispers, his breath dancing over my shoulder. I gasp as my body trembles and my thighs clench together. This shouldn’t be turning me on, yet I can’t stop myself from feeling him. His body presses against my back harder, and I can feel how hard he is now. Is that just from touching me? Is he as turned on by this as I am?
There are so many things running through my head that I can’t keep them straight. I should leave. I want to stay. I don’t know what I should do. Do I allow this to continue? Do I stay and let this happen, or do I run out the door like my brain is telling me to?
In the end, I give in. I allow this unknown man to touch me, caress me. I let someone else take over, and I finally let myself slowly relax into him.